<?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-6230640886305807123</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:38:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laughing Place</title><subtitle type='html'>You're visiting a laughing place,
Everyone's got a laughing place,
We've found one thats filled with fun
And you'll find yours we know!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-5951855947070874970</id><published>2011-05-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:05:47.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would share a few quotes that help remind me to look up when I am feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were given this life because you are strong enough to live it!!" - anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do. Do we greet the things that come our way with Joy? or Suspicion? Hope strengthens....Fear Kills!!" excerpt from Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-5951855947070874970?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5951855947070874970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5951855947070874970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5951855947070874970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5951855947070874970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-3095809949778725993</id><published>2010-09-29T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:32:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you missed it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I figured it was time to quit being such a slacker about blogging because lets face it, with family and friends spread out all over the country this really is one of the ways that we keep in touch and are able to share with all of you some of the fun and exciting adventures we take as a family. So enjoy!! There is alot to catch up on!! In fact - this will be Part I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARK CITY - UTAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731754081822&amp;amp;site=widget-1e.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081822&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p1/3242591731754081822/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081822&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p2/3242591731754081822/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081822&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/p4/3242591731754081822/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;We have actually spent quite a few weekends up in Park City this summer/fall. The first trip was because we had a gift certificate we needed to use to Flannigan's on Main. They have the best blackened chicken sandwich and others indulgences like fried mac and cheese which the girls loves. After filling up we just walked around (had to burn off that amazing dinner some how) and of course found a place for dessert where we could eat outside in style and enjoy the beautiful weather. Of course the girls insisted on riding the free trolley and so away we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we went was for the Park City Art Festival. We were able to enjoy ourselves in the company of some awesome people and again had great weather. You can tell from the pics that the girls found some friends that they wanted to bring home with them...maybe next year, girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL - CEDAR CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731754081970&amp;amp;site=widget-b2.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081970&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p1/3242591731754081970/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081970&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p2/3242591731754081970/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731754081970&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p4/3242591731754081970/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;So having never been to the Shakespeare festival before, we decided to make the trip to Cedar City with some dear friends this August and make an extended weekend of plays, dancing and all that a Shakespeare festival could throw at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it was not meant to be for the G family to join us as a very nasty case of the stomach flu viciously attacked their entire family leaving them tormented and in the throes of much unpleasantness. See, I could almost be a play write, right?? OK, OK - I won't quit my day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very sad sad day for us to know we wouldn't get to hang out, but as they say "the show must go on" and with tickets purchased and hotels reserved we pushed forward with the weekend. We saw "The 39 Steps" which wasn't a play by Shakespeare, but a murder/mystery/super sloth/comedy adapted from the movie by Alfred Hitchcock. It was very entertaining and after the show and picking up the girls from Day Care (kids under 6 are not allowed to see the plays, so both girls spent the time while we were in the play making crafts, playing around and enjoying themselves) we grabbed some dinner and went to the Green Show which is open to one and all. It was a group of Irish dancers and fiddlers who played and danced and pranced around. There was even a little comedy sceatch to get us all laughing again. We all ended up having a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gets her ears pierced!! (sorry no pics - they are on Aaron's cell phone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is pretty simple - Aaron and I and K run into the mall for something and while walking around K says out of the blue "I want to get my ears pierced" so away we go to find a place where there are 2 people because both ears have to be done at the same time or this little girl will be walking around with one ear pierced for the rest of her life. She jumps right up onto the chair picks out the star earrings she wants, grabs a hold of the brown snuggle bear and "Bam" "Punch" both ears are done. She cried a little bit at first, but all in all was really quite awesome and now she is just counting the days till she can wear dangly earrings like her big sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Part II - coming soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3095809949778725993?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3095809949778725993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3095809949778725993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3095809949778725993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3095809949778725993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-case-you-missed-it.html' title='In case you missed it....'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5587378943373614030</id><published>2010-07-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:30:14.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did summer go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK - maybe I am a little ahead of myself wondering where summer has run off to as we technically still have approx. 4 weeks left, but does anyone else feel like the summer days are just flying by at super lighting speed. Maybe it's because we have been so busy doing things (which is a good thing) but I do wish time would slow down just a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So to catch you up on the super fast summer of fun that have been engaged in, here are some snap shots of where we have been and what we have been doing (for those who haven't been able to join us personally on the super lighting speed roller coaster of summer fun!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron and Avery's Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; - yes, we did indeed celebrate and we did it in style at Boondocks. We spent the evening riding go-carts, playing miniture golf, getting soaked on the bumper boats, lazer tag (not for kids 6 and under - Kemry couldn't hold and shoot the gun and spent the whole time crying because people kept shooting at her and she couldn't shoot back) and playing all the video/arcade games that $5 would get a person. The girls both summed up the evening by claiming "this was the best Birthday EVER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camping up Farmington Canyon&lt;/strong&gt; - We took the girls for the 1st camping trip of the season up to the Sunset Camp ground and got the bests camp site in the whole place. For about 90% of the time, we enjoyed ourselves, but to be honest the remaining 10% was spend dealing with whining and crying (which I don't like) but at least it wasn't the other way around or we wouldn't have even made it through the night. The girls were able to break in their new camping chairs and explore about 8 different trails leading out directly from our camp site. The main trail head took us do an amazing water fall and once again the girls proved what super hikers they are. Aaron also took the 4 wheeler up and he and Avery were able to go explore and enjoy a great ride abiet a very dusty one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiking to Dog Lake&lt;/strong&gt; - this was actually the 2nd hike we have taken the girls on and I have to say they are turning into pretty good little hikers. Avery of course loves to carry the Camelpak and blazes trails with the best of them. She likes to be in front and lead the pack. Personally, I think she likes the sense of freedom and just being outside and not having to follow anyone. Kem has done pretty well at keeping up and has really only needed to be carried for little bits at a time. Even with the unavoidable trips and falls and face plants from protruding tree roots and rocks, the girls have been troopers and keep going. We have seen some pretty amazing water falls and mountain vistas and can't wait to explore more of this beautiful world we live in via our own two feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry Hills Water Park/Splash Pads/Swimming Lessons&lt;/strong&gt; - in lieu of a Lagoon Season pass this year, we decided to get season passes for Cherry Hills. It has worked out pretty well, because 1) the park is actually small enough that I don't feel overwhelmed at trying to keep an eye on 2 kids at the same time and 2) they feel like there is enough to do without getting bored 30 minutes after arriving. Avery loves the inner tube slides (Kemry hates them) and Kem loves the Lazy river and getting to "swim" with her life vest on and to not have mommy holding on. She is such a brave little girl and I love watching her flip from front to back float and kick her little legs and use her monster arms to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The girls have also had 2 sessions of swim lessons at the Ogden Athletic Club and have done really well at improving their swimming techniques. Avery has finally conquered her fear of the diving board and now loves to jump off the board and swim to the other side. Her confidence has definitely grown this summer in her swimming abilities. Kemry still has no fear of the water and loves every minute she can spend splashing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Riverdale has a new splash pad and we have spent quite a few days helping to break it in. I love all the trees and the shade this park has over the one by the gym but you definitely have to deal with a much larger crowd as the splash pad is one happening place. Luckily the girl love going (and I actually get a chance to kick back and read) while they splash around having fun and making new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Trip to Virginia/Washington D.C -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This has been the biggest event of the summer to date. We went for the Losee Family Reunion and had a blast!! Quick recap of activities - Virigina Beach for the Day, Jamestown Settlement, Washington D.C. and all the monument, memorials and museums we could take in while walking in 100+ degree temps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Around Ogden (who knew!!) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the Demo Derby on the 4th to the Pioneer Days Rodeo on the 24th, Ogden delivered some good 'ol fashion fun and gave the girls a chance to join in with the crowd and scream and cheer for their favorite car, barrel racer and bucking bull riding cowboy all while enjoying enough shaved ice to feed a small country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that's it (or atleast what I can remember at the moment) and we still have so many more things planned (Shakespear Festival in Cedar City, trip to Boise, ID, Cancun (adults only vaca), Bear Lake and at least a few more camping trips, hikes and as much time spend outdoors as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hope your summer has been as jam packed and fun as ours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731753108310&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731753108310&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/3242591731753108310/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731753108310&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/3242591731753108310/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731753108310&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p4/3242591731753108310/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/6230640886305807123-5587378943373614030?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5587378943373614030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5587378943373614030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5587378943373614030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5587378943373614030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did summer go??'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2175119145868853525</id><published>2010-07-04T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:22:33.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations in the Garage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;ME - "Hey girls, how come there are ants all over the garage? Did you clean up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; juice you spilled like I asked you too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;GIRLS -  "Yes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;ME - Then why are the ants all over the exact spots you spilled in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;GIRLS - "I don't know" (this is a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; response to a lot of questions in our home when asked about messes, spills, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Then Avery pipes in with this well thought out suggestion - "Maybe the ants brought in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; from our garden and decided to eat it in the garage where it was cool"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"Yep, and they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; strawberry to the exact same spot where there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sugary&lt;/span&gt;, sweet and sticky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; juice." was  my oh-so-very-sarcastic reply which I am sure just went right over their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes sir - that is probably what happened  :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2175119145868853525?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2175119145868853525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2175119145868853525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2175119145868853525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2175119145868853525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversations-in-garage.html' title='Conversations in the Garage'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-323144096423228731</id><published>2010-05-17T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:09:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Wit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A funny conversation with Kemry this morning went as followes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K - "Mom, how do you spell "jump"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me - "J-U-M-P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K - You are SOOO smart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me - "Y-E-S -I-A-M"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K - What does that spell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me - "Yes, I am !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K - "Mom, What does "N-O-T' spell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just laughed! What else could I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-323144096423228731?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/323144096423228731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=323144096423228731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/323144096423228731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/323144096423228731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-wit.html' title='Quick Wit'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5894946873982521967</id><published>2010-05-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:58:25.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bunch of random thoughts currently running through my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I wish I owned a wig...you know for those days when you really don't have or even want to spend the time getting ready and blow drying, straightening and then styling your hair.  It would have to be one of good quality and that didn't make me look silly.  I think I would want it to be really long too, since my hair can't seem to grow long unless I am pregnant and have way too many hormones running through my body...or maybe it's because of the prenatal vitamins... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;humm&lt;/span&gt;...BTW - so NOT pregnant right now...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; getting back on track...I think I would get it in a different color, you know go all Sidney &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bristo&lt;/span&gt;/Alias and totally change my look.  Then I could go out in public and see if anyone recognized me.  Of course that would mean I would actually have to go to places where I would run into people who know me which gives me the grocery, the bank and the gym...not very Sidney &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bristo&lt;/span&gt; places to hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Laundry seems to rule my life...does it seem like that to anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;I hate cleaning toilets and yet I am the only one in the house that does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;So I am trying to stop drinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dt&lt;/span&gt;. Coke and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DDP&lt;/span&gt; and focus more on just drinking water.  It's SO much better for me and I hate the email the seems to keep coming to me that talks about how coke is used to clean rust off car batteries and how the syrup is transported in hazardous chemical tanker trucks. If the universe is trying to tell me something, for once I am listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Man - It is taking Aaron a really long time to get home from the airport tonight.  I hate it when his flight keeps getting delayed...stupid winter weather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Speaking of the weather, can it be Spring already.  It was SNOWING today. IT'S APRIL.  I am done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;I sometimes wish there was a computer program I could plug into my brain or somehow connect to that would just download my thoughts and put them into a blog so that I didn't have to do it.  At least then I would post things more often...and I wouldn't forget things that I wanted to post about but through the course of the day have forgotten about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Stupid people who don't think or even use common sense tend to really frustrate me and sometimes when it gets really bad, they actually make me really mad...so do people who get paid a lot of money to do a job and then do it really poorly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;OK - Final thought...I promise...just in case you are still hanging in there with me :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with the random people that keep coming up to me in the strangest of places and are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; convinced that they know me from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;.  It has happened 3x this week alone - once at the grocery, once at Target and then today at the gas station. I am running out of things to say to make the conversation less awkward once you realize that we don't really know each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-5894946873982521967?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5894946873982521967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5894946873982521967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5894946873982521967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5894946873982521967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-bunch-of-random-thoughts-currently.html' title='Just a bunch of random thoughts currently running through my mind...'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1033201888319243302</id><published>2010-04-06T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:17:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S7vMB6a2nzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QqRq03UfVO0/s1600/jekyllhyde.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457179706723311410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S7vMB6a2nzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QqRq03UfVO0/s200/jekyllhyde.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So it seems that today has been one of those days where I find myself acting more like the repulsive and angry Mr Hyde then the social and gregarious Dr. Jekyll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been brought on by one single thing, but it seems that everything I find myself doing or coming across or thinking brings with it an angry and frustrated feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I have spent more of the day yelling and being snippy (yes that is a word as well as a description of my recent behavior) and I DON'T LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I feel like I have no control over my mood or my behavior. It's like the off switch or the little voice that usually pips up and says "Hey - you are being a little ridiculous and out of control" is broken. Like the switch that controls angry outbursts isn't getting flipped on or the signal is falling short of actually reaching my brain that causes me to check my rising levels of frustration before I boil over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know if it's fair to blame it on the weather (we got DUMPED on last night with 6+ inches of heavy white wet snow and the snow blower had just been drained of gas and put up for spring so of course the sidewalks and driveway were cleared just by me and my shovel) or that I am in single mom mode as A in in NY for the week or that it's Spring Break and I really wanted to go somewhere warm and instead I am stuck with 6+inches of snow or finally can I just blame my mood on PMS or maybe the position of the moon or planets or something....anything.....just so I know it will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I do not like feeling like this - angry and out of control and hopefully by putting this out there I can purge myself of whatever yuckiness in blocking the sunshine and happiness from my current state of mind.&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/6230640886305807123-1033201888319243302?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1033201888319243302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1033201888319243302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1033201888319243302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1033201888319243302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/dr-jekyll-mr-hyde.html' title='Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S7vMB6a2nzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QqRq03UfVO0/s72-c/jekyllhyde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1734977344774555667</id><published>2010-03-17T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:45:10.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Leprechans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...looks like they found thier pot of gold during breakfast!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S6EwUr0PbrI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Dh7lDlPg2uU/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449690156012367538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S6EwUr0PbrI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Dh7lDlPg2uU/s200/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(BTW - Avery was super excited to get to wear her gold sparkle shoes to school today!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy St. Patricks Day!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1734977344774555667?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1734977344774555667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1734977344774555667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1734977344774555667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1734977344774555667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-leprechans.html' title='My Little Leprechans'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S6EwUr0PbrI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Dh7lDlPg2uU/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-6016492206165870726</id><published>2010-03-08T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:34:25.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my big 4-year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VpRg0RJHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Tjrou4DYl78/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446375073962337394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VpRg0RJHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Tjrou4DYl78/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;today begins your journey into the world as a 4 year old. Your new birthday outfit says it all as you really are "TuTu cute"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;From the moment you rolled out of bed today you let me know that you were now a big girl, who was 4 years old, and with words that sent joy straight to my heart, that 4 year old girls do not pee in thier panties (yes folks, we are still working on the P.T. thing, but maybe today will mark a change for this girl) I just know that you made me smile - like you do every day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You are the happiest little girl and you really do make us laugh wi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VtOzF8-II/AAAAAAAAAtg/RQ6zdXYqhVM/s1600-h/KemryFeet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446379425375254658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VtOzF8-II/AAAAAAAAAtg/RQ6zdXYqhVM/s200/KemryFeet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th the way you take in all the things going on around you and try to be a part of it. Your quick wit and intelligence continues to grow in leaps and bounds and I have to admit your intelligence takes me by surpise at least once a day with how well you understand this whole crazy world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;love how you have a personality (and you are not afraid to show it) and an imagination that knows no bounds and how everyone one you meet automatically earns the title of your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V4gJCWoUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/cSo92rzfJtA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446391817951420738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V4gJCWoUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/cSo92rzfJtA/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; favorite noises you make are the horse noises when you are playing with your my little ponies. If only I had a tape recording to share - you would think there were horses in the room - she is that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;It still amazes me how much you can eat for one so small. We will always get a laugh at how if at any time you couldn't be found, the first place we would look for you was in the pantry and sure enough there you were, climbing on a box or on a shelf trying to get into s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5Vz3peSxvI/AAAAAAAAAto/uySwf5xySuk/s1600-h/Halloween+Fun+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446386724237395698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5Vz3peSxvI/AAAAAAAAAto/uySwf5xySuk/s200/Halloween+Fun+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omething delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You are my snuggle bunny and have been from the moment the doctor placed you in my arms. I love how you will run up to me and ask for a hug no matter the time of the day and how every night we end it with a super snuggle and a tight squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V5aA8xoQI/AAAAAAAAAuA/lOC9_kNKr-0/s1600-h/Kemry%26Monkey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446392812212953346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V5aA8xoQI/AAAAAAAAAuA/lOC9_kNKr-0/s200/Kemry%26Monkey3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you still won't go to sleep at night without Monkey by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;h&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VsLt0xRZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ryAY2ce9slU/s1600-h/30806Kemry6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ank you for coming into my life and bringing so much sunshine and love. You challenge my patience at times, but it's a small price to pay for the unlimited amounts of love, happiness and trust that I get from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me throughout the day and being my little princess. Thanks for always knowing when to give a hug and for the wonderful songs you love t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V3l2lwwTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UEI6vBHIcUQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446390816567247154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5V3l2lwwTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/UEI6vBHIcUQ/s200/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o make up on the fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You will always be my little baby, even when you are all grown up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you K - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6230640886305807123-6016492206165870726?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6016492206165870726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6016492206165870726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6016492206165870726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6016492206165870726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-big-4-year-old.html' title='Happy Birthday to my big 4-year old!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/S5VpRg0RJHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Tjrou4DYl78/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-7090277659736456092</id><published>2010-02-05T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:59:29.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yah - it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I know I have about 10 other things I could be writing about and sharing with you, but I read this on a friends FB post and just wanted to share (cause it's quick and it gets me back into blogging) baby steps people, baby steps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;"Love is everything it's cracked up to be...That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for ~ Erica Jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Erica - I don't know you, but I like the way you think :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-7090277659736456092?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7090277659736456092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=7090277659736456092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7090277659736456092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7090277659736456092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/yah-its-been-while.html' title='yah - it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1183950569695338997</id><published>2009-12-06T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:18:27.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLC Lights Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBKlKseBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pSAM1eQc4bA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412202133479782418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBKlKseBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pSAM1eQc4bA/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; A and I had the great idea to take the kids to see the lights on Temple Square. We thought about driving, but after the snow storm that entered our little valley, we decided that neither one of us really wanted to drive and have to deal with other drivers, so why not take the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;front runner&lt;/span&gt; train down town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; about the train option, especially K who is a really big fan of all things trains. I have to admit that her obsession with trains is a new thing for me especially since Ave never really showed this much interest in them, but I guess to each their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBCOnMw5I/AAAAAAAAAss/a3vyRQVtgxg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412201989986370450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBCOnMw5I/AAAAAAAAAss/a3vyRQVtgxg/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;own, and I should just enjoy her love of all things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought our tickets and off we went to board the train and of course found seats on the top level which Ave says is where you have to sit every time you ride the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should also mention that along with the recent snow, Mother Nature has also treated us to a pretty sever drop in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperatures&lt;/span&gt;. So needless to say it was cold, and if you as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBWoh8-jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/QNI2ypsWkho/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412202340541069874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBWoh8-jI/AAAAAAAAAs8/QNI2ypsWkho/s200/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; A how cold I am sure he would have some phrase remembered from his childhood about freezing the "B's" off some animal/person or whatnot and he would be right. Even being as bundled up as we could be, it was still really really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we were able to warm up by first eating dinner at The Gateway and then by getting on to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trax&lt;/span&gt; and heading up to Temple Square. The lights were beautiful, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; from the little bit that what we were able to see. There was something about being out in the cold that seemed to trigger little K's bladder and she ended up needing to use the bathroom more than usual. So after taking care of that little business a few times, just as we were getting ready to take our first picture with the lights in the background, they shut them off. Guess you could say we closed down the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBctJiRsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/77Xwq-NTpug/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412202444860049090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBctJiRsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/77Xwq-NTpug/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uckily&lt;/span&gt; for us there were still some lights left on in the plaza in between Temple Square and The Church Office &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bldgs&lt;/span&gt;, so we were able to get a few pictures there and I have to say that the little floaty lights on the infinity pond were beautiful to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;By now though the cold temps and the late night hour were catching up with the girls and there were tired and wanted to go home. K feel asleep the second we got back on the front runner and A got to enjoy a rare snuggle session with her as he was carrying her (I say rare because usually she won't let him do anything for her, it has to be mom) Ave feel asleep the second we got back to the car and so both girls were carried upstairs and tucked into bed once we got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;So despite the cold temps and not getting to see all that twinkled and glittered, it was still a very good night!! &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/6230640886305807123-1183950569695338997?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1183950569695338997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1183950569695338997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1183950569695338997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1183950569695338997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/slc-lights-adventure.html' title='SLC Lights Adventure'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SxwBKlKseBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pSAM1eQc4bA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-8160868847773578646</id><published>2009-11-28T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:11:40.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for Many, Many Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My Life - This really encompasses so many things, but mainly the fact that I am alive, and have a healthy body, an active mind and that I have the chance to live in a land that offers so many freedoms to do whatever it is I want to do to improve myself, my family and my community. I also have to give it up to the men and women who work on a daily bases to protect those freedoms and I don't just mean soldiers (although they are pretty darn incredible at what they do), but also give thanks to the people who every day try to make a difference like police men and women, nurses, teachers. Without you my life would be a little less safe and so I am grateful to have you in it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My Husband - How thankful I am that we found each, even after all these years together. We have managed to get through some pretty crazy ups and downs that life always seems to throw at you especially when you least expect it or want it. I guess it's a good thing we both like roller coaster rides, cause we may be on one for life and I wouldn't want to be on it with anyone else. We have grown together, yelled together, laughed together, cried together, been afraid together and come out on the other side of things stronger than before.  I love the time we are able to spend alone together and I hope we continue to grow in our love and respect and friendship in the years to come. What more can be said but that I love you babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My Kids - I promise not to make this the longest section of this post, but seriously, I am thankful for my two girls, for coming into my life and making me a mom (I was always afraid I would never get to be one) and for bringing so much joy and sunshine and laughter into my life. I know I will make mistakes and not always do things the right way, but I will always love you two with all that I am and I hope in those difficult moments my love for you will be enough. I love watching you grow and learn all about the world around you. You are my angels!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My Friends (You all know who you are) - You give me strength when I need it the most and just by being in my life I am a better person. I love that there is never any judgement and there are always sets of listening ears to hear the latest news whether it be good or bad or just plain crazy. Thanks for making me feel like I have a place in the world where I can turn whenever I need a friend - life without you would be no life at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;My Family - Even though we live apart and never get together as often as I like, we are a family and whenever we do get together, I love hearing and seeing and watching all that you have made of your lives. I love seeing my nieces and nephews and all the cuteness that they bring to this family (seriously, we have some cute kids) and I love hearing about the struggles, accomplishments and moments in life that bring you happiness. I will always be here if you ever need anything and I know you will be there for me as well, through the good times and the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8160868847773578646?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8160868847773578646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8160868847773578646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8160868847773578646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8160868847773578646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful-for-many-many-things.html' title='I am Thankful for Many, Many Things'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1153675696926775280</id><published>2009-11-22T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:58:51.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pics - Yah, I know I'm late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-OErQJrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dt5dxCjqnrs/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406991607873414834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-OErQJrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dt5dxCjqnrs/s200/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;o it has taken me this long to finally download the pictures from my camera from Halloween and given that it is not quite Thanksgiving yet (I still have 5 days) I figured I can still share them and not run the risk of being TOO late and overlapping on holidays, Plus the pictures are too fun not to share, so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;A carved this pumpkin all by herself. She picked out the design and punched out the picture and carved it all by herself. I think she did an amazing job and she had so much fun. She even managed to make it through the "guts" part of the pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-tZ8CybI/AAAAAAAAAsE/V0RmobYcm88/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992146156931506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-tZ8CybI/AAAAAAAAAsE/V0RmobYcm88/s200/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;he night before Halloween, we took the girls to Lagoon for the last time on our season passes (there was no way I was going to take them on the actual last day which was Halloween) for Frightmares. They had a blast going through the different Spook alleys and riding on their favorite rides one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit some of the high school kids they had working there were more annoying than scary, but I guess that's what you get when 15 year olds run a theme park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-gNJXqEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9KZ27uYh90k/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406991919384864834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-gNJXqEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9KZ27uYh90k/s200/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;t was a little chilly for full costumes so we just painted faces and wore hats, but K was the best little witch and A was her trusty black cat. They loved the fact that they got their face painted (by yours truly) and they turned out looking pretty good, although I am really glad that K does not have those eyebrows in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the spook houses ended up being a little more scary than we planned on (at one point I screamed like a little girl) and K was a trooper and just screamed right back at anything that jumped out at her that she did not like. Needless to say in the Haunted High School she did a lot of screaming at various and random creatures. I wish I could have had video of that as it was too funny. A just stayed really close and kept really quite, probably hoping that no one would notice her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_HgZqc8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/B9RnbvfFXx0/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992594568377282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_HgZqc8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/B9RnbvfFXx0/s200/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;ling all Princesses, Calling all Princesses - On Halloween Night we went to the little hot dog roast that a neighbor up the street hosts each year before heading out and trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls pulled in some serious candy and this year we had to stop halfway and get a grocery bag from a friend to dum&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-9XcT3YI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-ZSLCwDIidY/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992420364868994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-9XcT3YI/AAAAAAAAAsM/-ZSLCwDIidY/s200/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p their pumpkins into as they (and the pockets on my jacket) were already overflowing and we were only about halfway around our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't tell, A was a Renaissance princess and K was a Parisian Princess and both looked beautiful. They loved that they got to wear mommy's make-up and have "sparkly" eyes (that was K's description of how she looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_SCFzlJI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rSgs5C3nqFI/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992775410586770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_SCFzlJI/AAAAAAAAAsc/rSgs5C3nqFI/s200/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;) A was especially proud of her gold sparkly shoes and dangly grown-up earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nights end they were both pretty tired, but you could tell they had a blast!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;I think the picture of K and the smile on her face as she was trick or treating really says it all. She loved that she had a friend to go from house to house with, especially since her big sister keep taking off and leaving her in the dust (literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_a_yhVMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LDz8gvVB15g/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992929411650754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl_a_yhVMI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LDz8gvVB15g/s200/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt; loved that she got to spend the nights with her BFF M (the Zombie Bride) and J - the Egyptian Queen. They had so much fun just laughing and giggling and comparing what candy or treat each other got, it totally reminded me of the joys of just being a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Halloween was as fun as ours was this year!! My girls will be eating candy until Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1153675696926775280?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1153675696926775280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1153675696926775280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1153675696926775280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1153675696926775280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-pics-yah-i-know-im-late.html' title='Halloween pics - Yah, I know I&apos;m late!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Swl-OErQJrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dt5dxCjqnrs/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3381625686206278651</id><published>2009-11-16T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:33:31.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>US Virgin Island - St. Johns - January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGsyB1xRoI/AAAAAAAAArM/Cjh2jgDPlxk/s1600/wes.1098ex.45493_ub%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404791003308705410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGsyB1xRoI/AAAAAAAAArM/Cjh2jgDPlxk/s200/wes.1098ex.45493_ub%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uration - 7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ost - **FREE** --&gt; all expenses are going to be paid by A's company. we only have to bring our swimsuits and personal items, and maybe some $ for souvinours for the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGs2tyyuGI/AAAAAAAAArU/8wTg17ufPRc/s1600/wes1098po.45479_ub%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404791083826853986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGs2tyyuGI/AAAAAAAAArU/8wTg17ufPRc/s200/wes1098po.45479_ub%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;hy --&gt; Because my husband ROCKS in a major way as he ended the year in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; position for sales in terms of $$$ sold in medical diagnostic equipment and reagents and they take the top 10 reps who each get to bring 1 guest on an absolutely incredible trip. Seriously, we are talking over 200 sales reps and he was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;He ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go along as his "+1" and I plan to fully enjoy my time there. I can't wait to walk on the white sandy beaches, swim in the turquoise blue ocean and bays and partake of all that St. John's has to offer during our stay!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My mind is spinning with images of leisurely massages, snorkeling with shiny/colorful fishes and turtles, lounging by the pool, tons of great food and fabulous fruity concoctions, uninterrupted relaxati&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwIGlKcJazI/AAAAAAAAArs/0TA8kxebwKE/s1600/wes1098po.67887_ub%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404889738325355314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwIGlKcJazI/AAAAAAAAArs/0TA8kxebwKE/s200/wes1098po.67887_ub%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on and oh so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGu8ubNDYI/AAAAAAAAArk/nbbV1tpm4Gc/s1600/wes1098ex.16511_ub%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404793386098822530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGu8ubNDYI/AAAAAAAAArk/nbbV1tpm4Gc/s200/wes1098ex.16511_ub%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGs7XjNhAI/AAAAAAAAArc/3f2oLdcLtY8/s1600/wes1098po.67887_ub%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6230640886305807123-3381625686206278651?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3381625686206278651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3381625686206278651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3381625686206278651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3381625686206278651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/us-virgin-island-st-johns-january-2010.html' title='US Virgin Island - St. Johns - January 2010'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SwGsyB1xRoI/AAAAAAAAArM/Cjh2jgDPlxk/s72-c/wes.1098ex.45493_ub%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-6047180486361148728</id><published>2009-11-16T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:23:54.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I CrossFit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I am trying to improve myself in the following areas - Cardiovascular/respiratory endurance, Stamina, Strength, Flexibility, Power, Speed, Coordination, Agility, Balance, Accuracy.  All the skill areas required for optimal physical competence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't watch TV while I work out - it's a distraction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't use treadmills and fancy big machines. - they are not functional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;What you will see everyday is a lot of sweat and you will use a lot of chalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;My hands are no longer soft and wimpy, they are callused and torn up, but they are my battle wounds and I wear them with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;New friendships are made every day because you can only suffer alongside someone for so long without learning who they really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;The CrossFit Mindset:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;1 - I will promise to do my best.  My best will vary from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. But in that minute, I will do the very best that I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;2 - If I can run, I run.  If I can walk, I walk. If I must crawl, I crawl. And when I make it, I will rest. And live to fight another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;3 - I fear no man, but I fear my workout. If I don't fear my workout, it isn't hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;4 - I may puke. I may cry. But I will not quit...Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;5 - I will not cheat. There is no honor in cheating. I will call out cheater when I see them, as they have no place in my gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;6 - If you see someone puking or passed out, they are merely resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;(the above points were written by author unknown, but he/she really nailed what is at the heart of a crossfitter mind and put it down better then I ever could)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Makes you want to run right out and join a CrossFit Gym in your area, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-6047180486361148728?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6047180486361148728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6047180486361148728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6047180486361148728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6047180486361148728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-why-i-crossfit.html' title='This is why I CrossFit'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-7647735356167319398</id><published>2009-11-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:10:05.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my thought for today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know who originally wrote this, so I can't really give the proper credit to the right person, but whoever you are, we could be friends, because you get me - thanks for putting this down into words I can share. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my own commentary added just because!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm impatient&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh yes, yes I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a little insecure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially under my brave outer shell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I make mistakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh so many mistakes, I have stopped trying to count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm out of control&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you knew what really goes through my head sometimes, you might think i was a little crazy)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and sometimes a little hard to handle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(especially if you mess with someone I love and care about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me at my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the last statement is truth, pure truth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks for listening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-7647735356167319398?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7647735356167319398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=7647735356167319398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7647735356167319398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7647735356167319398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-my-thought-for-today.html' title='Just my thought for today!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2483418314906842508</id><published>2009-10-26T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:57:37.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I was really good about writing on my blog and posting pictures of the latest and greatest going ons with my family and telling you all about our grand adventures in life as well as sharing my own thoughts on many various topics???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;well - I haven't been doing that as much lately....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(duh, as if you haven't noticed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and I find myself wondering when I am going to get my act back together and start sharing again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hey, doesn't this post count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;seriously, i don't mean to be so remise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;just promise you will keep checking up on me and mine to see what we are up too and I promise to try and start posting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Promise!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;BTW - this is my 100th post.  I know I should do something cool like give something away or promise the 1st person to comment a million dollars or something, but let's face it...I don't have a million dollars and if I did I would probably be paying someone to remind me to write on my blog so you wouldn't have to wait so long to hear what we have been up too.  That's really why you check my blog in the first place, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2483418314906842508?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2483418314906842508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2483418314906842508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2483418314906842508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2483418314906842508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-9058364366811809750</id><published>2009-10-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:12:02.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DANGER!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT ENTER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monstermashup.com/e54beb"&gt;(seriously, just click HERE already!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monster Mash Up Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(thanks CeeCee for sending the link - it was too much fun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-9058364366811809750?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9058364366811809750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=9058364366811809750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/9058364366811809750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/9058364366811809750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1663979959008884553</id><published>2009-09-15T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:55:45.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida &amp; all that is Disney!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Since it has been almost 3 months since we went on our family vacation to Florida and because I REALLY don't want another month to go by before I share the pictures from the trip, I am taking a minute while the girls are all playing really nicely together upstairs and before I begin making dinner to get these pictures out into cyberspace so that you, my dearest friends and family can all enjoy them and see the good times that can be had in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Quick trip highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- getting to go up and inside the huge silver orb that is Epcot Center and being treated like 1st class superstars. We got to hang out in a pretty cool super technical lobby and were then escorted to the front of the line like rockstars (and saving ourselves about an hour wait) for the ride that is in the globe. (1st class treatment courtesy of the company Aaron works for -&gt; sometimes it pays to take advantage of employee benefits -&gt; so thanks Siemens)&lt;br /&gt;- K calling Donald Duck "my duck" Every time we saw him she would go - look mom, my duck!! I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;- A taking on every single roller coaster and not being scared of any of them. I love that she now loves Thunder Mountain and Splash Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- running through the Swiss Family Robinson's Tree house and having both girls ask if we could build a house just like that one. I'm game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;-For K thinking the world was her stage and taking every minute to entertain everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- Realizing that the best day was spent at Epcot, when we really thought it would be the lamest!! Thanks Germany and Italy, France for making Epcot so much fun! And until we can get there in person, the Epcot version will do just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Things to remember for next time or anyone else wanting to go in the near future:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- take rain ponchos - you'll use them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- make reservation at least 3 months in advance if you want to have lunch with the princesses in the castle. Do this especially if you don't want to be given a dirty look or mocked unceasingly behind your back by the hostess at the princess castle by thinking you can walk up and get in that day without a reservation. Note: the lady we asked did not do any of the above, but I am sure it used up all her energy not too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;- same thing is true for if you want to swim with dolphins. You will need to make reservations at least 2 month in advance to have that aquatic experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the pictures - There are a lot of them, so no worries if you need to speed up the slide show to get through them all. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731736757643&amp;amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731736757643&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p1/3242591731736757643/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731736757643&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p2/3242591731736757643/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731736757643&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p4/3242591731736757643/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/6230640886305807123-1663979959008884553?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1663979959008884553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1663979959008884553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1663979959008884553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1663979959008884553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/florida-all-that-is-disney.html' title='Florida &amp; all that is Disney!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2709996368693143679</id><published>2009-08-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:01:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat Springs over 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-38.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731732948024&amp;amp;site=widget-38.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732948024&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p1/3242591731732948024/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732948024&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p2/3242591731732948024/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731732948024&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p4/3242591731732948024/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Above are  some pictures taken from my camera (why do I feel like I missed out on some things) Nat - hopefully you have them on you camera and can share when you get a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is absolutely nothing better than getting together with good friends for a fun filled action packed weekend in a beautiful resort town to celebrate the independence and freedom that we all enjoy on a daily basis. Small towns seems to revel in all things related to parades and cattle runs and fire work shows and street fairs and we took them all in alone with some other fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the alpine slide and had a blast. A took a pretty nasty spill after trying (and succeeding) to beat her dad who was on the opposite track. She got scratched and banged up pretty good, but like the brave little girl that she is, once she was bandaged up, she went back up the chair lift and rode down the slide like a real champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the kids horse back riding for the very first time. If you can believe it, K actually feel asleep on the horse she was riding. Luckily I was right behind her (on the same horse) and somehow manage to hold on to her (she was total dead weight) and control one very strong willed horse named Ox who seemed to only want to stop and eat all the tall grass alongside the trail. Guess it's a good thing I have been working out and have such immense upper body and arm strength. (insert Tim "the tool man" Taylor manly grunting here...auugghh auugghh auugghh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best moments for me though were:&lt;br /&gt;- setting up to watch fireworks while snuggling under 2 blankets that in now way should have covered 8 people and hoping that we were in the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;- breakfast at Winona's which still has the best Chia Tea Latte I have ever had and from the bakery some pretty darn good cookies. Next trip we take in the cinnamon rolls with the pound of frosting on top.&lt;br /&gt;- relaxing by the pool and catching up as girlfriends are meant to do. The only thing missing was being fanned by palm fronds and foot massages. We will save that for the next trip.&lt;br /&gt;- taking the kids on a nature walk and coming back with handfuls of some of the prettiest flowers that can only grow in the wild and on a mountainside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- watching our kids play like they haven't spent any time apart and loving that they think they are cousins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;and can I really end this post without mentioning the oh so spectacular fire work show put on by the guys with lighters in hand and the kids all bundled up in the backs of the car, quivering with anticipation for sparklers and whistles and bangs (conducted in a construction parking lot) with that fabulous array of "popper" fireworks.  Seriously - BEST SHOW EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the laughs - may they never ever end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2709996368693143679?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2709996368693143679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2709996368693143679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2709996368693143679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2709996368693143679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/steamboat-springs-over-4th-of-july.html' title='Steamboat Springs over 4th of July'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5621943260852491178</id><published>2009-08-08T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:36:11.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3R65wjT2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/7L48R4d3W2w/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367677140762578786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3R65wjT2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/7L48R4d3W2w/s200/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;n an effort to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3SNQzjd0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/tWYu7eWdRIM/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367677456186832706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3SNQzjd0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/tWYu7eWdRIM/s200/132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;help my girls develop more confidence when it comes to swimming and all things pool related, I signed them up for swim lessons at our gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A was in a class of about 6 other kids and K was in a class of only 3. The girls loved getting to splash around and learned how to float on their backs, hold their breath under water and all the basics you would expect from a beginning level swim class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The best part is that A is swimming like a fish (of course being in Florida definitely helped with that) and K was the only kid in her class that was so ready for anything and everything the teacher asked her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;(the other 2 kids wanted absolutely nothing to do with the teacher or the class. One kid actually never came back after crying for the whole 1st lesson, and the other kid moved over into A's class because she didn't want a "boy" to be her teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3RtrKcGFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IYYNzl0k-tk/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367676913506326610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3RtrKcGFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/IYYNzl0k-tk/s200/118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;K was up for everything from blowing bubbles in the water, to getting her face wet (which most kids hate) to doing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3SZdoB8VI/AAAAAAAAAq8/HjwKYkzk9wc/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367677665786589522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3SZdoB8VI/AAAAAAAAAq8/HjwKYkzk9wc/s200/134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"chugga chugga" (which is where they hold on to the side of the pool and move to stairs or ladders to climb out) and literally was ready to jump in and get swimming from the very first moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her bravery and "can-do-anything" attitude. It seems that very little scares her or makes her take pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;...ummm....should I start worrying now or later?&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/6230640886305807123-5621943260852491178?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5621943260852491178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5621943260852491178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5621943260852491178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5621943260852491178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sn3R65wjT2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/7L48R4d3W2w/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3659905074239619240</id><published>2009-07-30T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:43:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break</title><content type='html'>but just for a moment - be sure to scroll down to see all the fun things I have posted about so far today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3659905074239619240?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3659905074239619240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3659905074239619240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3659905074239619240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3659905074239619240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4744248513814483565</id><published>2009-07-30T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:42:30.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree House Museum Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Since moving to UT we have always had a membership to the Children's Museum in SLC. Both of my girls have loved going and spending the day hanging out and playing in all the various exhibits and participating in the crafts and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with times being what they are and wanting to find ways to be more conscious about the amount of driving and subsequent gas consumption we are using, as well as trying to just find the time to spend the day "playing", we started looking around for options a little closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy to find that we have a place called the Tree House Museum located just up the way in Downtown Ogden. They are redoing where the old mall used to be and the area is developing pretty nicely into an entertainment haven. There are restaurants and movie theaters and Fat Cats (bowling, arcade games and mini golf) but I digress as this post is really about the Tree House Museum which is made for kids of all ages and very hands on with all their exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures of our time there. I could barely get K away from the choo choo trains and A was having a blast pretending to be the teacher with K as her very willing student. I also think A and K were checking into a variety of future career options such as Radiologist, researcher, musicians, actresses and maybe even fire fighters. All great choices, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great way to spend the day a little closer to home! 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Well that couldn't be more true for A, who for quite some time after the whole "crash- through-a-garage-door-due-to-a-malfunctioning-ATV" episode back in January, to say she was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHme8E1GeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EzupWTPzdGw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364322050371820002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHme8E1GeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EzupWTPzdGw/s200/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;little bit skittish about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmTa2mMkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tY-hbYm7miU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321852475191874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmTa2mMkI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tY-hbYm7miU/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;getting back on "the horse" was an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;She really had no interest in getting back on the bike, but her dad made plans one weekend to going down to his brothers house and he was going to take his ATV down to ride, and she asked if he could bring hers as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Major step forward, so of course he agreed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;and with final reassurances that the ATV was fixed and that there were no garage doors for her to worry about, just plenty of wide open spaces and mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmAT6rhQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6SKeOr8Cs4Y/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321524195755266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmAT6rhQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6SKeOr8Cs4Y/s200/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmJxPRdeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BjGJ3ij7AJM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364321686685578722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHmJxPRdeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BjGJ3ij7AJM/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;and dad standing close by, she got on the bike and started to ride and after taking it at her own pace ended up having quite a good time!! I included a little video.  You can see how cautious she is being (which makes me happy) but that she having a great time as well.  Too bad the helmet covers up most of her smile :o) but it's doing it's intended job just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Personally - I am more worried for when K gets big enough to ride given how fearless she already is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d95fdf8a94a0f0e0" 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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd95fdf8a94a0f0e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AE8451CDAA77EA14B56EECC71D5AFFF2372D5AE.729ECD4EB019007D5FB2A830A57D198829201A57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd95fdf8a94a0f0e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyD-HTBj_G3feMEyytGkpo639OGo&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://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd95fdf8a94a0f0e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AE8451CDAA77EA14B56EECC71D5AFFF2372D5AE.729ECD4EB019007D5FB2A830A57D198829201A57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd95fdf8a94a0f0e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyD-HTBj_G3feMEyytGkpo639OGo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/6230640886305807123-403265444070955699?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d95fdf8a94a0f0e0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/403265444070955699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=403265444070955699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/403265444070955699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/403265444070955699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-wheeling-fun.html' title='4 Wheeling Fun'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHme8E1GeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EzupWTPzdGw/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-4240648847009824006</id><published>2009-07-30T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:51:19.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>Just some of the funny and entertaining pictures from A's 7th "Friend" Birthday Party and her slightly less energetic family party a few days later. Such good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731732056511&amp;amp;site=widget-bf.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732056511&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p1/3242591731732056511/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732056511&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p2/3242591731732056511/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732056511&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p4/3242591731732056511/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/6230640886305807123-4240648847009824006?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4240648847009824006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4240648847009824006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4240648847009824006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4240648847009824006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/7th-birthday-fun.html' title='7th Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2439834387855701263</id><published>2009-07-30T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:42:42.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeler Fun</title><content type='html'>So this year instead of doing the traditional picnic at Lagoon, Gpa L's company did a BBQ on site at thier SLC location and it ended up being so much more fun. The girls (and even the dads aka big little boys) ended up having a blast. We all got to walk around and ride on and even operate some of the big construction equipment that they are always seeing on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures to show the highlites of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731732055674&amp;amp;site=widget-7a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 400px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732055674&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p1/3242591731732055674/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732055674&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p2/3242591731732055674/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731732055674&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p4/3242591731732055674/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" /&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/6230640886305807123-2439834387855701263?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2439834387855701263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2439834387855701263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2439834387855701263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2439834387855701263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheeler-fun.html' title='Wheeler Fun'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1408974812191118414</id><published>2009-07-30T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:22:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVdR_VHlI/AAAAAAAAApk/Ppj6FVZKirM/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;heat that usually accompanies summers here, I figured it was time to give the girls a cute summer do. Plus I was getting a little tired of having to brush and style their hair every day to keep it from becoming a tangled mess by days end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Both A and K were all over that idea especially since A has been asking to get her hair cute for the last few months, ever since I got mine cut short. So off to the girl that cuts my hair and I just have to say she did an awesome job. Combined the girls lost a total of 11 inches of hair (A got 6 inches cut off and K got 5 inches taken off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVT3fTSZI/AAAAAAAAApc/FxJWoR3Bqyg/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364303168464439698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVT3fTSZI/AAAAAAAAApc/FxJWoR3Bqyg/s200/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVtZQg9JI/AAAAAAAAAps/02lbg6R-nP8/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364303607025955986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVtZQg9JI/AAAAAAAAAps/02lbg6R-nP8/s200/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;before and after pictures. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHWdOv1TxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/we9X2ni7n3o/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304428838244114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHWdOv1TxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/we9X2ni7n3o/s200/115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHWSEKUtrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pTerIdfLDYk/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304237018003122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHWSEKUtrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pTerIdfLDYk/s200/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6230640886305807123-1408974812191118414?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1408974812191118414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1408974812191118414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1408974812191118414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1408974812191118414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-haircuts.html' title='Summer Haircuts'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SnHVT3fTSZI/AAAAAAAAApc/FxJWoR3Bqyg/s72-c/109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-9176933878304209698</id><published>2009-07-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:06:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;is now found.  I know that I have been totally MIA this summer, but luckily for you, I am back and I have about 10 posts worth of stuff to share so happy reading.  Maybe take it in over the next couple of days since we never know when the next post will come (just kidding - I will try to be more "on time" with our going ons!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-9176933878304209698?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9176933878304209698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=9176933878304209698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/9176933878304209698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/9176933878304209698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-was-missing.html' title='What was missing'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4401051032019813996</id><published>2009-06-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:10:58.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sj6hYEWdOaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3VenvstLjJs/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349890842219592098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sj6hYEWdOaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3VenvstLjJs/s200/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Just a quick note to all the wonderful men I have known in my life, whether you be a husband, father, brother, cousin, brother-in-law, grandfather or friend, this day is to celebrate you and all that you do, from working so hard to provide, to providing comfort and patching up skinned knees, to encouragement and to support and being the best cheerleader ever - you guys are the real rock stars of the world. My life has been made better just by knowing you and I am grateful for all that you do!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So whether you spent the day golfing, relaxing, BBQing, getting a massage, hanging with your family or friends or just plain sleeping in, I hope your Fathers Day was everything you wanted it to be - YOU DESERVE IT and then some!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;XOXO from J, A and K!!&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/6230640886305807123-4401051032019813996?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4401051032019813996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4401051032019813996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4401051032019813996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4401051032019813996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/Sj6hYEWdOaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3VenvstLjJs/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-2232525935800013427</id><published>2009-04-06T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:56:55.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never too early...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;...to start thinking about the holidays and what is a "good" present and a "bad" present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Just click on the following link.  So worth it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twivg7GkYts"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twivg7GkYts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope you enjoy the clip and get your laugh on for the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2232525935800013427?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2232525935800013427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2232525935800013427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2232525935800013427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2232525935800013427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-never-too-early.html' title='It&apos;s never too early...'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1099002070799709902</id><published>2009-03-22T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:06:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of bubble wrap!</title><content type='html'>Just had to share this with the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ac5c8c4b63af9162" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ac5c8c4b63af9162&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1099002070799709902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1099002070799709902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1099002070799709902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1099002070799709902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/joys-of-bubble-wrap.html' title='The Joys of bubble wrap!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1856768372338311245</id><published>2009-03-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:41:29.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that WATER or something ELSE falling from my ceiling?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is a question I never want to ask myself ever again - seriously, not ever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Here's what happened. Last week we had the girls bathroom re-tiled. We had to check for a suspected leak in the shower plumbing, so why not just redo the tile that we didn't like in the first place, fix the problem and put up something we liked better. I should mention that the job gets done not by our contractor, but by someone he works with and trusted to do a good job. (that's another issue, but not for now) So, the job is finished, bathroom gets reassembled and is ready for normal use... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Flash forward one week - I am going about my normal mom duties while also working on painting the downstairs bathroom. I am also watching another little girl for a neighbor, and our contractor is here, because what do you know, the toilet in the girls room and the master bathroom were backing up/acting up at the same time and we thought it had something to do a stupid tile being stuck in the pipes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;See apparently while putting up the new tile, a small 2x2 piece of tile fell down the toilet hole in the floor pipe thing (don't ask for the official name if you get what I am talking about) and the piece of tile WAS NEVER PULLED OUT before the toilet was put back together and sealed up for use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So we called our contractor and explained what was going on and he came out and had been here for about 2+ hours, working on clearing out the tile, etc. He found the blockage due to the tile and got it pushed out . . toilets reassembled (again) and everything put back together. Not a big deal right, everything is fixed . . . right - well that's what I thought and oh was I wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So our contractor leaves, and I go back to painting the bathroom, K and her little friend are playing in the family room, and I decided to run upstairs to throw in a load of laundry (you know multi-tasking as all moms usually do) and that's when all you-know-what breaks loose. K starts screaming and so I run downstairs to see her standing directly UNDER a waterfall that is pouring out of my ceiling. It is coming out of the recessed lighting holes, right above were the girls bathroom is located and I can't even begin to share all of the thoughts that were going through my mind in that moment. Lets just say it hasn't even been 10 minutes since our contractor has left. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The next 10 minutes consists of all of the following:&lt;br /&gt;*Me calling our contractor and telling him to get back here as there is water coming out of my ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Running upstairs and then downstairs (to the basement) to shut off ever possible water source I can think off - at least 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;*Telling K and her little friend AT LEAST 5 TIMES to stop standing directly under the down poring water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;*Getting every single towel in the house to try and soak up the water that has already fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;*Grabbing the biggest bowls in the house to try and catch the water and prevent further damage to hardwood floors, carpet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;*drying off two very wet little girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;*Calling A and telling him to get home RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The picture I took doesn't even begin to share the shear amount of water that was coming down (guess it was moving to fast to be caught on film) but you get the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314951535652452530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/ScKAQwj7OLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9ZoIhKiiKPc/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;gist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;LUCKILY - the water was clean water, not something far worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY - our contractor was able to come back and fix the problem and stop the water from coming out of our ceiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY - dry wall dries out and it out of pre-existing holes and didn't cause the ceiling to fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY - little girls dry off pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I am trying to see the positive in all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1856768372338311245?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1856768372338311245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1856768372338311245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1856768372338311245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1856768372338311245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-that-water-or-something-else-falling.html' title='Is that WATER or something ELSE falling from my ceiling?!?'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/ScKAQwj7OLI/AAAAAAAAAo0/9ZoIhKiiKPc/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-8291351545742174506</id><published>2009-03-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:26:27.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K on her 3rd birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSw-ewGFrI/AAAAAAAAAoE/w9nGRI5KHU4/s1600-h/Kemry1stbath5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311064448029824690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSw-ewGFrI/AAAAAAAAAoE/w9nGRI5KHU4/s200/Kemry1stbath5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My little baby - you are growing up way too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It doesn't seem like you should be turning 3 already, but here you are on your birthday, loving every moment and telling everyone you meet that today is your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSxSyfYocI/AAAAAAAAAoM/6UTgl3NFF1E/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;birthday and you are 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you please slow down just a little bit? I don't think I am ready for you to be quite so independent and grown-up. You have always been the best little snuggler in the world, and I love how you still like to just run up to me and hug me whenever the moment strikes you. K&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS0ERdmJOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/jvzTbn7GkPE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311067846076671202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS0ERdmJOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/jvzTbn7GkPE/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now that my arms will always be open to receive one of your "big squeezes" any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You have more spunk and attitude in your personality than I think should be about to fit into your little body and yet you are the sweetest, most lovable little thing I know. I love how into your dress-up and playing you get with acting out whatever little stories are playing through your head. Your imagination knows no bounds and I hope it never stops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;growing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSv4qKGihI/AAAAAAAAAn8/z9alzRlWrEs/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS1Dp3-vJI/AAAAAAAAAok/hTtzg2suKes/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311068934961544338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS1Dp3-vJI/AAAAAAAAAok/hTtzg2suKes/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love how much you love your mom and dad and big sister. Your laughter and smile can brighten even the worst of days. You telling me and your dad how much you love us to the moon and back right before you fall asleep is the best way to end the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love how you are ready and oh so willing to strike a pose and smile your biggest smile &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSvCyFE40I/AAAAAAAAAn0/c1DQBvZHR40/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the camera whenever I turn it your way. You are finally fully potty trained (which is the best birthday present you could give to me) and oh so proud of being such a big gi&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS0hZU-37I/AAAAAAAAAoc/EA_t1VN0_qY/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311068346404233138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbS0hZU-37I/AAAAAAAAAoc/EA_t1VN0_qY/s200/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just have to share how 2 days before your birthday you were "practicing" how to blow out birthday candles with your PB&amp;amp;J and the pretzels which were your "candles" just so you would be ready for when it was time for the real birthday cake and that you came up with this idea all on your own. Your imagination truly has no boundaries. I think all your practicing paid off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday K!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hope your birthday wishes come true!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74f935b5508b0843" 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://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74f935b5508b0843%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11AD71667DEF214169C0F2063249D7DFED34C60B.4580CC31D83436DABA81AF1841706EF16A6FD56A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74f935b5508b0843%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJxBN3B7V2uTBPYnvzBvdSsPBaj8&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://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74f935b5508b0843%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11AD71667DEF214169C0F2063249D7DFED34C60B.4580CC31D83436DABA81AF1841706EF16A6FD56A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74f935b5508b0843%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJxBN3B7V2uTBPYnvzBvdSsPBaj8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/6230640886305807123-8291351545742174506?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74f935b5508b0843&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8291351545742174506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8291351545742174506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8291351545742174506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8291351545742174506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/k-on-her-3rd-birthday.html' title='K on her 3rd birthday!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SbSw-ewGFrI/AAAAAAAAAoE/w9nGRI5KHU4/s72-c/Kemry1stbath5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-458632707612879180</id><published>2009-02-25T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:49:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Just my thoughts on our new presidents speech given to congress the other night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;While I can appreciate that you have speech writers at your beck call who have probably spent hours, days, if not weeks and maybe even months helping you come up with your speech . . . and while one might also give you credit for being a really good public speaker (...the title of "one of the best in our history" is still up to debate... sorry to burst your bubble local channel 2 news anchor) can I make a couple of suggestions...you know - just little "take away points" from a single American citizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Instead of more flowery words and promises of recovery and restoration of our great nation, can we please get down to the dirty business (yes, it will be dirty and ugly as all hard work ends up being) of actually mapping out a strategic plan for how we are going to fix the problems that we as a nation are facing?  The time for talking and talking about what we are facing is past.  We all know on some level what we are facing, some more worse off than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for some action...so maybe even a rough outline as to what steps are going to be taken to get our economy back on track would be appreciated.  I don't mind if things here and there have to be tweaked and changed around, because lets face it with huge problems there is no way you can account for every little scenario, but let's get this show on the road... lets get going....enough with the pretty speeches and the pep talks - we are ready for some action.  Maybe you already have the outline in place and are just now ready to share it with the public, as of yet, but soon would  be better rather than later.  Just so we know that you are really on this one.  I guess you could say it's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, one part in your speech really bothered me.  Mind you I am really paraphrasing here, but to say that we are no longer going to tolerate behaviours from corporate executives (or anyone for that matter) that result in massive market and company destabilization going forward, is a lot like telling a bank robber that even though we know you stole a lot money and still have in your possesion all that illegally obtained money -&gt; just know that we won't let you do it again!!  This seems to be  missing a pretty big point.  How about we go about it from the stance that since you (the deceitful, dishonest awful "people") who stole/defrauded/embezzled* (*feel free to add in your own word if mine aren't doing it justice) all that money and then still walked away with your "golden parachutes", we (the United States of America) are going to take it ALL back and use that money to get our economy back up and running.  You know, give it back to the people/companies etc. you defrauded, so that we can try and maybe recover just a little bit quicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, does the concept of seizing funds that these people gained through illegally/ deceitful means mean anything.  Our government could (and should) do it to a drug cartel or to any organized crime unit who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blatantly&lt;/span&gt; profits at the expense of others, why not take away the funds from the people who knew what they were doing was wrong (on so many different levels and in so many different ways) and made off like bandits??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Think about what all those millions (if not billions) of $$$'s would do if put back into the economy and not just hanging around, sitting in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CEO's&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CFO's&lt;/span&gt; bank or off shore account. Atleast, it's a start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, I am so NOT down with continuing free handouts / benefits / whatever - to anyone.  Sorry, this is my opinion, but I work hard for everything I have as I know my family and friends and neighbors are doing as well, and if you think I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with you giving free money to people who AREN'T WILLING to lift a finger and get whatever they need to become an American citizen (for some that is the 1st step) and/or getting the training, education, or whatever it takes for them to become a contributing member of this nation, then that is where we may also differ in terms of opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So, again just my 2 cents, but I for one and ready to see some action points and get away from the talk and talk and talk . . . and talk . . .  guess you can say I am an action kind of girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way I am . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-458632707612879180?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/458632707612879180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=458632707612879180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/458632707612879180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/458632707612879180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-cents.html' title='2 cents'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8352527198848157975</id><published>2009-02-12T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:21:32.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is for you, little sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok - I know technically I can't call you my little sis anymore, because we are all grown up, but I read your comment on Facebook and it made me realize that I need to be better about keeping my blog up to date, becuase it does let you and everyone else in the family, as well as my friends who don't live close by, into the fun, little, every day things we go through. So thanks for the friendly reminder to update and I promise to try harder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSs9FB5QwI/AAAAAAAAAns/3MwzKIPdwGM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302052826644038402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSs9FB5QwI/AAAAAAAAAns/3MwzKIPdwGM/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So where did I leave things - oh yah - A and I went to San Francisco for 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSrVYd_TGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SjBBVCMesRM/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302051045155753058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSrVYd_TGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/SjBBVCMesRM/s200/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;glorious days without the kids to celebrate 11 years (gasp) of marriage. We had the best weather on days 1, 2, and 3. Seriously it was 70+ and sunny with the clearest skys. Of course, such good weather couldn't last and the rest of the time it turned to typical January San Fran weather - which translates to cloudy, misty and cold! But we didn't let it stop us or get us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchased the city pass and traveled around like a full time san fransican. Muni, Trolley cars, walking - we did them all. We even walked (or should I say hiked) up to Telegraph Hill on one of the days with good weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The views were amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We did Fisherman's Wharf, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSl18u2KcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xIzbFSUmIwQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045007576181186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSl18u2KcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xIzbFSUmIwQ/s200/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Boudin Bread Factory, Ghirardelli Square and the Chocolate Factory (free chocolate - need I say more), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSmfmwGDqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vGoFW3O24G0/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302045723230342818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSmfmwGDqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vGoFW3O24G0/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;China Town (right before Chinese New Years - it was insane), the De Young Museum of Fine Art (the picture of the girl in the yellow dress was made of glass, but it looked so fragile - it was my favorite piece.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We went to the California Academy of Sciences, watched the Sea Lions and did all that there is to do at Pier 39 (see the video of Aaron at the Aquarium below). We took a Harbor Cruise which took us out to the Golden Gate Bridge and around Alcatraz Island. We also went to the Palace of Fine Arts and walked around Fort Mason and all over the Marina District. Talk about a place with views.  There are some amazing homes in S.F., it's just too bad you have to be a millionare to live there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSm-CO13OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4g3ubjouXEw/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302046246003137762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSm-CO13OI/AAAAAAAAAnM/4g3ubjouXEw/s200/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;only thing we didn't get to do was because of the weather, and it was to bike across the Golden Gate Bridge. My sister C and her husband did it on thier trip to S.F a whileback and raved about, so I was a little bummed about not getting to do it, but I got over it really quickly with the rainy and freezing cold weather. The picture of me and the GG bridge doesn't even do justice of depicting how cold it was and I live in Utah with snow - I know cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ate at some of the best little sidewalk cafes in Little Italy, had the best Indian food EVER, ate more clam chowder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSpfqqXzWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D-J3wroDD-M/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302049022814965090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSpfqqXzWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/D-J3wroDD-M/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and sourdough bread than I want to even think about. I totally wanted to get one of the lobster sourdough bread loafed but not at $20. But still it's the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took in an Irish pub during a very heated football game and ended up getting into a political discussion with two business men from Canada (of all places).  I know more about socialized health care and what some Candians really think about our government that I really need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even took in a comedy show "7 Sins" by James Judd.  It was seriously the best one man comedy bit, I have heard in a while.  It was at a little theater in the Tenderloin, and I now know why it is called the Tenderlion and it's not the best place to hang out after dark. "Get into your defensive clusters now!!" -&gt; If you are in the area, go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSlM8q7_uI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bh0vr1GerUc/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302044303185149666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSlM8q7_uI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bh0vr1GerUc/s200/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;see the show and you will know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honestly enjoyed every moment we were there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went back to where our happy married lives officially began. Aaron proposed to me at the Cliff House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSqoHEVD3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SGDr_3xXZak/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302050267390611314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSqoHEVD3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/SGDr_3xXZak/s200/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;restaurant overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It has been totally redone in the last 10+ years, but it still has amazing views and it was fun just to go back and remember the moment and celebrate that we have made it this far, even with the ups and downs life has thrown at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now were are back to our normal lives. Our two little girls missed us like crazy (yah, we really missed them too) and school has started back up for me, I am also still working part-time and being full time mom. It keeps the day pretty full, but I am managing to keep my head on pretty straight about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So what's up in the next upcoming months - well . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For Spring break we will be taking a family vacation. Avery won't let us go anywhere again by ourselves until we have been somewhere together as a family. She already knows it's all about balance. We don't know where we are going or what we will be doing. ** N &amp;amp; B - are you guys available for us to come visit?? It's our turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the 1st Official Leach Family Reunion - Summer 2009 - DON'T FORGET!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db0faa1327f23940" 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://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb0faa1327f23940%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220800BF0122C20F35707D9FE81BA29537A51D8.8076B57906E3F7B12273825D2FB6D45FCA756893%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0faa1327f23940%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCfKmOJiTU1GaS-fI-EAijcyXfRE&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://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb0faa1327f23940%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331357440%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220800BF0122C20F35707D9FE81BA29537A51D8.8076B57906E3F7B12273825D2FB6D45FCA756893%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb0faa1327f23940%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCfKmOJiTU1GaS-fI-EAijcyXfRE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**I hope you enjoy the little clip of Aaron at the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BTW - my new camera ROCKS!!&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/6230640886305807123-8352527198848157975?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db0faa1327f23940&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8352527198848157975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8352527198848157975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8352527198848157975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8352527198848157975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-post-is-for-you-little-sis.html' title='This post is for you, little sis!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SZSs9FB5QwI/AAAAAAAAAns/3MwzKIPdwGM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1542452035465653434</id><published>2009-01-16T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:00:39.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransico</title><content type='html'>. . . Here we come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and I are heading there for 10 days, without the kids, to travel, explore, see, do, eat and experience the great city of San Francisco all in the name of celebrating 11 years together (can you believe it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, updates and all the 411 will be posted once we come back. Until then, just know that we will be having fun, whopping it up as two adults (again, WITHOUT the kids) can do in a city with so much to offer - Napa Valley, visiting with old friends, fine dining. Can you tell I am excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course A and K will be missed, but they are in great hands! Thank CeeCee and D for taking on our girls. We did end up splitting them up so A wouldn't miss out on any school. For A it is going to be a super continuous sleep over at her BFF's house. What's not to like about that. And K is with cousins and toys - she will be in heaven! Especially since CeeCee is as good as I am about rewarding for potting training advances. I swear she runs to the potty, goes a little bit, just to get a treat and then two seconds later has to go again! Cute, a little frustrating, especially when you are trying to get things done, but she is getting it and I can't really complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that for now - there is major packing to do! TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1542452035465653434?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1542452035465653434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1542452035465653434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1542452035465653434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1542452035465653434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/san-fransico.html' title='San Fransico'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-6849711059791126159</id><published>2009-01-08T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:49:45.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KSL Clip on ATV Safety</title><content type='html'>Just in case the video link I tried to add in above doesn't work, you can see the story on ksl's web site or just copy and paste the following address into your browser: http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&amp;sid=5260188&amp;autostart=y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share with you a recent clip featuring my favorite people in the world, who even though our New Years Day didn't come off exactly as we had planned, are still with us to tell thier story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contacted KSL to run this story in the hopes that if anyone else is considering purchasing this type of recreational vehicle for thier kids, they will be informed as to potential problems with these mini ATVs. Especially since they are being marked for use by younger children and the dangers presented are beyond the control of what normal safety and parental instruction can plan for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point of clarification on the story - Avery's helmet was NOT knocked off during the crash through the garage door. It was the one thing that functioned as it was intended to and was the one thing that prevented her from serious injury. She still had back and neck pain from the ordeal, but as I said before, it could have been a lot worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER LET YOUR CHILDREN RIDE ANY ATV WITHOUT A SAFETY HELMET, EVEN FOR A SECOND!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a response to Rory (Dealer's) final comment about how "customers just don't listen" if you seriously believe that any additional amount of listening or checking out the 4-wheeler before and during use would have prevented the throttle assembly on a BRAND NEW bike to come completely apart after only 30 minutes of riding, thereby causing the bike to take off at top speeds and not respond to the safety kill switch or the remote kill switch being marketed as a parental safety feature, then you sir have a very fine view on the power of wishful thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brand of "thinking" would have really come in handy as I was willing an out of control bike to stop so that my child didn't crash through a steel garage door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-6849711059791126159?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6849711059791126159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6849711059791126159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6849711059791126159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6849711059791126159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/ksl-clip-on-atv-safety.html' title='KSL Clip on ATV Safety'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8386212119201920010</id><published>2009-01-03T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:36:08.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>If I was more with it, these pictures would have been posted on the actual days they were taken. Given the amount of activities we were able to throw in during the last to week, prepare yourself for a longer post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-mJXV-CaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KP4uf3LBQ7k/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-mJXV-CaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KP4uf3LBQ7k/s200/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287127167371446690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls decorating the Christmas Tree! Not sure where the super model poses are coming from, but what can I say! My girls know how to work a room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-m5SHbeiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/TwYLw9YjO4U/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-m5SHbeiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/TwYLw9YjO4U/s200/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287127990602005026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls after A's 1st grade Christmas Program. She did an awesome job by the way and K was her biggest cheerleader again, yelling out in the middle of the program - Go Avery!!! Guess she thought it was appropriate. A and I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-mq4fKhOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6cBQaGNZIFI/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-mq4fKhOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6cBQaGNZIFI/s200/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287127743204066530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the best picture of the girls on Christmas Morning! It pretty much sums up their morning. Also, a huge thanks to Uncle B for celebrating with us and sharing in our morning of wrapping paper craziness and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-keB-gvkI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LDV4Dj7GU-0/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-keB-gvkI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LDV4Dj7GU-0/s200/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287125323389910594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, If I was more with it, then I would have pictures of the girls crashing at 10:15 pm and 10:45 pm on New Years Eve. A tried her very hardest to make it to mid night, but finally sucummed to the sleepy time pressure. I ended up putting K to bed because she was so tired she had started hitting everyone and throwing the biggest fits over nothing, so hers was more of a forced retreat. My kids so take after me when it comes to not getting enough sleep. Grumy McGrump Grumps all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-oPmHRFcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ljoZOlbXfLs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-oPmHRFcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ljoZOlbXfLs/s200/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129473438782914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls at the Downtown Christmas Lights in Ogden. Not as cold as last year, but not exactly warm either! You would think I would be used to a Utah winter, but nope, I don't think I ever will get used to them. Luckily, we won't be here forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-oAySljYI/AAAAAAAAAmI/b6j6RO6LJKw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-oAySljYI/AAAAAAAAAmI/b6j6RO6LJKw/s200/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129219009449346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The only thing missing are pictures from a trip to the North pole this year that never actually got to happen. B-N-K-K - you guys know how much we missed not getting to do our annual tradition with you guys! Still feeling a bit blue over that, if you couldn't tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though they had a great Christmas and New Years. A woke up to a 4-wheeler on New Years Day (Aaron has been wanting to get her one for a while) and she spent the better part of the after noon riding around the neighborhood on it. Her BF M came over as well and all I can say is that 2 little blond headed 6 year olds on a pink camo 4 wheeler is about as cute as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was the FUN part - the not so fun part was when A started the 4wheeler up and the throttle on the 4 wheeler somehow turning wide open (turns out it wasn't put together correctly - can you say understatement of the year) and A taking off with increasing speed, heading up the street around the corner into our cul-de-sac and finally crashing through (yep she ended up INSIDE the garage which had previously been closed) the neighbors garage door at about 35 miles an hour. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-vI5z1SbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zK0Wh47GyH0/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-vI5z1SbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zK0Wh47GyH0/s200/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287137055048288690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a master card commercial was created for this situation it would go as follows. Helmet - $50 Replacing cost for neighbors garage door - $1500, one lucky little girl who walked away without a scratch due to wearing her helmet - Priceless!! &lt;br /&gt;Oh and the 4 wheeler has gone back to the dealer and I for one could care less if they fix it/ replace it / or not. We got so lucky this time I don't even want to think about the possibility of another accident with a not so favorable outcome - huge shudder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end a very Happy Holiday with a little craziness and a minor heart attack. I don't think Aaron breathed right for the rest of the day after that little incident. But all is back to normal. School starts back up next week for A and me. and so another year begins . . .XOXOX to all our loved ones near and far!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8386212119201920010?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8386212119201920010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8386212119201920010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8386212119201920010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8386212119201920010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SV-mJXV-CaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/KP4uf3LBQ7k/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-8867377927371591594</id><published>2008-12-21T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:51:36.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from San Diego</title><content type='html'>Just playing a little picture catch up! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731708740784&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731708740784&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/3242591731708740784/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731708740784&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/3242591731708740784/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731708740784&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p4/3242591731708740784/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/6230640886305807123-8867377927371591594?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8867377927371591594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8867377927371591594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8867377927371591594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8867377927371591594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-from-san-diego.html' title='Pictures from San Diego'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5202742825682747947</id><published>2008-12-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:09:14.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy FINALLY came!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;A has been waiting and waiting and waiting for her 1st loose tooth. As she puts it ALL her friends have lost 1, 2, or even 3+ teeth and she is the ONLY one that hasn't lost a tooth yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this has been weighing heavily on her 6 year old mind and caused her many moments of wondering when she was finally going to loose a tooth and get a visit from the tooth fairy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SULR_QbYYRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5BZ-wTKr524/s1600-h/IMG_6213.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279012597903417618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SULR_QbYYRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5BZ-wTKr524/s200/IMG_6213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what do you know, last night her 1st tooth, which has been a little loose, decided it just wanted to come out. No tears, no pulling, just POP - out comes her 1st tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I think you can tell just how excited she it by this e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;vent. I mean could her eyes get any bigger or her smile any wider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And apparently the going rate for losing your 1st tooth is 2 bucks (I remember getting a quarter). It sounds like the tooth fairy was holding out on me when I was a kid.  &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/6230640886305807123-5202742825682747947?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5202742825682747947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5202742825682747947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5202742825682747947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5202742825682747947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/tooth-fairy-finally-came.html' title='The Tooth Fairy FINALLY came!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SULR_QbYYRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5BZ-wTKr524/s72-c/IMG_6213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1221012615065061160</id><published>2008-12-06T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:48:25.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>Oh - how I love you! Seriously! You gave us the best weather we could have asked for, and we loved ever minute we spent on and around your sun drenched shores. If I was a millionaire, I would so live in San Diego. Thanks for the week off from school (not a text book was cracked while I was there, even though they made the trip with us)&lt;br /&gt;K was finally introduced to the Pacific Ocean, or better said she fell bottom first into the ocean and wasn't too happy about it. Luckily she was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trooper&lt;/span&gt; once we took off her wet pants and wrapped her in A's sweatshirt. She looked a little funny, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; she wasn't wet. A couldn't get enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; her name in the sand and running into the water and then back out of the water in a little game of cat and mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved getting to see my family. I miss having you guys around and closer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, closer would be good! Anyone know how to make a million dollars?? More importantly, I loved getting as many of the cousins together as we could and having our kids get to know one another. From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; train around the lawn on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sunday,&lt;/span&gt; to the fun times in the back yard on the swing set with Uncle B as your designated pusher, you are all so precious to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1221012615065061160?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1221012615065061160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1221012615065061160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1221012615065061160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1221012615065061160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1984585149486012759</id><published>2008-11-21T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:04:17.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saran Wrap and and the Common Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You might be asking yourself what could those two things possibly have to do with each other. Well, let me tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight as I was attempting to provide my family with a healthy and delicious meal, I realized luck was on my side as I had on a previous occasion the foresight to make an extra lasagna and stick it in the freezer for a later time.  Well, tonight was definitely the night to use it and with an overabundance of joy I put it into the oven and set the timer for 60 minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Well folks, blame it on the combination therapy of nasal decongestant, cough suppressant and whatever other medications I have coursing through my system as I attempt to fight this cold I contracted from the wonderful little boy who sits next to my daughter in school (more on that later).  I pull out the lasagna after the timer went off only to realize I had forgotten to remove the layer of saran wrap from the top of the lasagna dish (granted it was cover with a time foil layer) but there was a melted layer of plastic all over my wonderfully prepared lasagna. Tell me do melted cheese and plastic go well together?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So, my question to you, is if I make sure I take off all the pieces of melted saran wrap, do you think I am OK to still feed it to my family?!  Heaven forbid I poison them or something.  Maybe tonight we will end up eating P&amp;amp;B sandwiches.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Being sick stinks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And on that final note - A great big thanks to the mom or dad who sent his or her extremely sick child to school (we are talking coughing up a lung, red, runny, yellow gross nose, the works) who happens to sit next to my little girl, who then caught your fabulous sickness and brough it home with her to start circulating in my household.  Maybe one day when you have too much on your plate and the last thing you need to deal with is a raging cold, I can return the favor. Seriously, I will be here ready to help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1984585149486012759?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1984585149486012759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1984585149486012759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1984585149486012759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1984585149486012759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/saran-wrap-and-and-common-cold.html' title='Saran Wrap and and the Common Cold'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8733267719551268614</id><published>2008-11-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:46:04.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick updates and the 411</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;So - it looks like I didn't win the Marie-Terese beautiful dress give away.  I hope whatever little girl got that makes the most of it. My inner little girl is crying cause I didn't win - but I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, with time, and maybe an ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Right now, I am up to my eyeballs in studying for 2 tests that I am trying to take early so we can head down to San Diego for Thanksgiving (for a much needed vacation), a research paper that is causing me more stress than it really should and all the rest of what I do - housework, yard work (a whole weekend worth of pruning, raking and dumping the rubbish over the fence.  what will we do when someone buys the empty lot and we loose our neighborhood compost pile.) work-work, shopping (the functional kind - not the fun kind), cleaning (oh - the never ending cleaning) and the list goes on  and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Right now I am listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt; - Gotta be Somebody - Right now, I LOVE THIS SONG!!  I don't know why it is resonating with me so much, I mean, I found my somebody, but sometimes I need to remember that there was a time when I didn't have him and I felt like this, where I just wanted to be with someone who just got me, who wanted to be with me over all else and who would take my life (heart) in his hands and not hurt it.  To feel like someone cares and someone gives a damn, even if I am crazy and emotional and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-logical with my thoughts!  I especially love the part about not giving up, especially when times get rough.  Everyone needs those reminders, right!  It's not just me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;"Nobody wants to be the last one there, everyone wants to feel that someone cares. Someone to love with my life in their hands, there's got to be someone for me like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;"Cause nobody wants to go it on their own, Everyone wants to know they are not alone,&lt;br /&gt;that somebody else that feels the same some way, there has got to be someone for me out there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;seriously - go listen to it! I have yet to figure out how to add music to my blog spot.  Maybe next post - yeah, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8733267719551268614?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8733267719551268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8733267719551268614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8733267719551268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8733267719551268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-updates-and-411.html' title='Quick updates and the 411'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4264951444712546010</id><published>2008-10-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:54:39.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie-Therese Gown GIVEAWAY !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-thrse-gown-giveaway.html"&gt;Marie-Therese Gown GIVEAWAY !!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of some peoples enormous talents in the sewing areana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Halloween only 11 days away and having no idea as to what to dress my girls up as, why not try for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; adorable and totally free costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I win, that is.  Please let me win!! Please!! Does begging help my chances?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-4264951444712546010?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-thrse-gown-giveaway.html' title='Marie-Therese Gown GIVEAWAY !!!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4264951444712546010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4264951444712546010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4264951444712546010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4264951444712546010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/marie-therese-gown-giveaway.html' title='Marie-Therese Gown GIVEAWAY !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-38261001423373585</id><published>2008-10-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:57:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pick Me Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't do what they're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;BUT......... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, all bless our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world wouldn't be the same without women, and neither would I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we need each other still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;**Thank Nana for sharing this with me, and now I share it with all the wonderful, fabulous, beautiful, strong, intelligent . . . (I really could just keep going on and on), women that are a part of my life!! Simply put - I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-38261001423373585?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/38261001423373585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=38261001423373585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/38261001423373585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/38261001423373585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-pick-me-up.html' title='Little Pick Me Up!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-7810572475723107116</id><published>2008-10-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:13:56.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what did you wake up to this morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOXUQ_PsgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nHQBM-1HidE/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256711564484915714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOXUQ_PsgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nHQBM-1HidE/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPObcIMPAvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GpekSTKkXI8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256716097608942322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPObcIMPAvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/GpekSTKkXI8/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOdCnsyJVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7A3P6cN6XtM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256717858413618514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOdCnsyJVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7A3P6cN6XtM/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;**note that in the picture on the left, either a deer or a dog left some tracks right along our front sidewalk!! A thinks it was a deer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;**The sheer weight of the snow almost took out a couple of our trees. The picture on the upper right shows how one tree is being held up by the rails of our staircase. Usually it's about 6 feet higher so you can walk under it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah - there are just no words!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;At least not yet - they keep freezing into solid ice as they try and come out of my mouth!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Do I even need to say it - OK, I will - it's &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Isn't this supposed to be the time of year were we watch the leaves change color and there comes a slight change in temperature, maybe just a little more of a nip in the air? I think someone has an inaccurate understanding of the word "nip". Just to clarify - it means "a little bit" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This had better not be an indication of what mother nature has planned for is this winter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;If it is - I am coming for an extended visit to anyone who lives where it is warm and sunny, so those of you in CA and AZ - you are on notice. Have the air mattresses ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOXK5TmQNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VJtB4xiEMJ8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256711403509006546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOXK5TmQNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VJtB4xiEMJ8/s200/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least A &amp;amp; K found a way to enjoy the falling snow! They have been playing with these umbrellas all summer, at least now they are using them for there actual intended purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;In fact when K woke up and looked out her bedroom windows and saw all the falling snow her first response was - "look mom - look at my snow!" Guess she is laying claim to it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And I even think A might be to blame for the shear amount of the white stuff that fell, because she informed me this morning that her prayers came true - because she &lt;strong&gt;asked&lt;/strong&gt; for a lot of snow. I guess this happened after I had tucked her into bed, because I have no recollection of the snow request along with her wishes for a good night sleep and keeping her family safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Now - I am going to warm up my frozen appendages, and drink some hot chocolate - really HOT chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-7810572475723107116?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7810572475723107116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=7810572475723107116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7810572475723107116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7810572475723107116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-what-did-you-wake-up-to-this-morning.html' title='So what did you wake up to this morning?'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SPOXUQ_PsgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nHQBM-1HidE/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-5991681648632858315</id><published>2008-10-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:08:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resignation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhKkNv8OWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zP2OzVNCbsA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253530951354169698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhKkNv8OWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zP2OzVNCbsA/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-year-old again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four-star restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think M&amp;amp;Ms are better than money because you can eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you knew was to be happy, because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhLES7XacI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wbbqFej6Xsg/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253531502500080066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhLES7XacI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wbbqFej6Xsg/s200/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live simply again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive when there are more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhLQ_brDdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Lhu0T1cBAA/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253531720605175250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhLQ_brDdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Lhu0T1cBAA/s200/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, mankind and making angels in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401(k) statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first because . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tag! You're it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Author Unknown - although the pictures are all mine, Enjoy!&lt;/span&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/6230640886305807123-5991681648632858315?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5991681648632858315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5991681648632858315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5991681648632858315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5991681648632858315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-resignation.html' title='My Resignation'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SOhKkNv8OWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zP2OzVNCbsA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1876356710293812547</id><published>2008-10-01T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:32:09.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I know it's been a while since I posted and you already know that I am totally not calling anyone to update them or even find out how your lives are doing - trust me - it's just a timing thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, I am pretty sure you don't want a phone call at 2:30 in the morning with me calling to chat and catch up... so, I'll post here that we are alive, we are just tired -very, very tired.  Some days are better than others, but we are hanging in there and the light at the end of the tunnel is getting closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Here's just a few quick updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;The sales year is over for A, maybe now he can finally take a day off - to sleep!!  He deserves it for as hard as he works.  The man is definitely not paid enough for the time and energy he puts into his company.  But at least he still has a job given the massive cuts that swept through the company 1 week before the end of the year when everyone is scrambling to close deals to get them to count for this year.  Huge shake up - horrible timing - who's the brain child running this organization - we are just grateful that at least he was/is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Little A has started soccer and loves it.  If I can remember to take the camera (and have it charged before I go) I will get some pictures and post them of our girl in action. K is her biggest cheerleader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Both the girls are loving the warm weather we have been having and I know sooner rather than later we are going to be dealing with snow again, so I will enjoy the warm weather while we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I am sure there is more to update on, but my brain isn't processing at normal speeds this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Cee-Cee - I know we were supposed to get together today.  Probably won't happen - Boo!Maybe next week? I promise - I will call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Nat - I hope your baby sell was a success.  If I was in CO I would have totally been there (to the detriment of my checking account given the totally cute clothes I know you were selling).  Please tell K that we wish her a Happy Birthday (belated by a few days) and that we miss you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;XOXOXOX to everyone else!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1876356710293812547?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1876356710293812547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1876356710293812547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1876356710293812547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1876356710293812547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-6840952172046724951</id><published>2008-09-05T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:02:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor - South Weber, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So have you heard about the latest installment of the Survivor TV Show?  Apparently they got wind of what was going on in our household and decided to send a film crew over to record our crazy life.  I promise at least one major break-down, maybe even two (one from me and the other from A or the kids - who knows, maybe all four of us - at once - that should be entertaining.  I am not sure how the whole voting off thing will be handled, but I will let the producers make that call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be interesting if nothing else. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So seriously (just kidding about the whole survivor thing),over  the last 2 weeks I have felt like I was in some kind of "survive-my-reality-show".  I was really beginning to think I had taken on a little more than I could handle.  But with the first 2 weeks of school (both for A and for myself) behind us,  getting into what I feel is a comfortable grove with the whole working part-time thing and still keeping the house picked up and cleaned, the laundry done, the bills paid (on time no less), the grocery shopping done and meals on the table, I feel I am going to be able to handle all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course huge props must go out to my partner (in crime - J/K) in all of this for picking up and taking over when I am not home, for feeding the girls and bathing them and keeping them on their schedule as best he can.  This is unchartered territory for him, along with ponytails and keeping an eye on two constantly moving little girls.  We are so in this together and now the I know I can do all that's listed above, we might even be able to sneak in some quality us time before crashing as our heads hit the pillow each night.  Imagine the possibilities . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Other news to share - It's been 10 years since I have been compelled to step over the threshold of a university testing center.  Funny how I can also only recall the horrific (and oh so frustrating) moments from tests passed where I walked out of a testing center with only a 65%. So, with the overwhelming nausea I was feeling all morning (since yesterday to be more precise) I sucked it up, conquered my nerves and took my first test.  I walked away with a 100% on the lab quiz and a 98% on the Module 1 test.  I only missed 1 question.  YAHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am feeling MUCH BETTER and pretty darn good about the whole studing thing and everything else.  So bring on the learning and the Testing Centers - I can handle it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-6840952172046724951?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6840952172046724951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6840952172046724951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6840952172046724951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6840952172046724951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/survivor-south-weber-ut.html' title='Survivor - South Weber, UT'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4255214326049746153</id><published>2008-08-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:18:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the 1st Day of 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;It took all the excitement and energy of a 6 year old to get the day started bright and early, all without the use of an alarm clock. I had it set for 7:15, but what was the point, A was up at 7:00 and came into my room dressed, with her backpack, ready to head downstairs and make her lunch and get on the bus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLlxx3LRhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qFuik0ASsu4/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238501959946421778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLlxx3LRhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qFuik0ASsu4/s200/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course the bus doesn't come until 8:35 so we had some time to kill. Plus, I realized while she will still let me, I would like to take her to school (at least on the 1st day) and take pictures of her in her new classroom (she's in a portable this year - I am not happy, she is, so I am trying not to make a big deal about it) and sitting at her new desk, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I am so glad I took her because the school was a scene of pure chaos, controlled as best they could by the staff and teacher's aides directing parents and students on where to go. There were kids and parents and cameras, oh the cameras. At least I am not the only one who wants to document the growth and progression on my child through the elementary halls of education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;A&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLmFBqP8qI/AAAAAAAAAYY/08wtK4TWNOU/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238502290604683938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLmFBqP8qI/AAAAAAAAAYY/08wtK4TWNOU/s200/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found a friend from Kindergartner right inside the doors to the school who proudly announced that she and A were in the same class, took her by the hand and the two of them ran off - in the wrong direction!! (Reason #2 why I am glad I took her this morning) so I corrected their direction and we headed off to her new class. Her teacher is new to the school this year (but she has taught previously) We will be calling her Mrs. C on the blog and I think her and A will get along just fine. She told A where to hang up her backpack and showed her where she would be sitting.  A sat right down and started settling in with her pencil box and school supplies. It was pretty cute to watch her be so deliberate in the placement of her crayons, pencils and scissors.  Guess she gets the organizational tendencies from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;After posing so beautifully for a few pictures (isn't she the cutest 1st grader ever!) and telling her I would see her at home when she got off the bus, she got a little sad and didn't want me to go. But with a few words of encouragement and hugs and kisses, she skipped back to her desk and settled into the coloring assignment on her desk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I know she will do fine at school. She will be learning new things and playing with her friends, so I am not too worried about her. I just can't believe how fast the summer has gone by. She is growing up so fast and in the blink of an eye she will heading off to Jr. High then High School and while I encourage the growth, I also want to scream out - NOT SO FAST!! Guess I will just have to live in the moment and appreciate everything going on right now, cause in a minute it's going to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLmfai7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HDE4iun0jDs/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238502743961461634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLmfai7Y4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/HDE4iun0jDs/s200/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;think K is really going to miss having her around the house to play silly games with her. We went on a bike ride to the park when we got home. Don't even ask were the idea came from to wear A's swimming goggles, but she looked so cute, I couldn't say no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Times are a changing, but all for the good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I start school today as well, so I guess I had better get offline and start reading all about the Human Body and it's inner complexities - Oh the joys of Anatomy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Here's to a Great School Year!!&lt;/span&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/6230640886305807123-4255214326049746153?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4255214326049746153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4255214326049746153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4255214326049746153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4255214326049746153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-1st-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='Ode to the 1st Day of 1st Grade'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SLLlxx3LRhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qFuik0ASsu4/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1804692840714484337</id><published>2008-08-04T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:27:27.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy birthday to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy birthday to MEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Yep folks, it's that time of year where I have gained one more year and added 365 days of experiences to my life.  If it's true what they are saying that 34 is the new 24, and since thats about how old I feel anyways, I will take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Talk about a year where I have done some pretty amazing things.  I have been to new places in the world, I have tried new things, I have laughed and I have cried, I have been hurt, and I have screamed and I have yelled, but I have also been loved, I have found friendship and I have been happy - so for all the ups and down, I will take this last year and add it to the rest with pride.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Virtual Birthday Cake and Ice cream for all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1804692840714484337?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1804692840714484337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1804692840714484337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1804692840714484337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1804692840714484337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-8397497363327322536</id><published>2008-07-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:44:13.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;One might think this is a post about A heading back to school, but she still has 4 more weeks of summer.  No folks this post is to let the world know that I am heading back to school and have already been accepted to Weber State here in Ogden, UT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I will be venturing into the world of medicine and pursuing a degree in Radiological Technologies.  In the future you may come and see me to get an Ultrasound or have an x-ray taken or even, with enough time, I may be the one to look at your heart and see how the old ticker is working.  The possibilities are endless and I am just at the starting point.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;With my previous degrees, I should only need to take Anatomy and Physiology (two classes you definitely don't need when you are pursuing a business degree) before getting into the actual Rad Tech program (which will take 2 years to finish).  Just say Class of 2010 with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been rolling the idea of going back to school around in my head for a while now and given our recent financial frustrations . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note - I may have said this before, but I will say it again - don't loan money to extended family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and my subsequent job search to try and help alleviate said frustrations and the resulting additional frustrations attached to the job search process (like I really needed any more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry - another side note - Just because I've been giving birth to kids and raising and taking care of a family for the last 6 years, does not mean I am worthless or have forgotten how to do anything of value in the business world people.  Seriously, why do some people feel the need to look down on you and dismiss what you do on a daily basis just because you are a mom and you don't bring in a pay check.  I mean you try and keep a household clean and stocked, while sticking to a budget AND raise two kids and at all times try and keep them healthy, clean, safe, feed, entertained, taught manners and generally accepted human behavior, while also keeping them happy.  On top of all that you must also be available and pleasing to your spouse (who I will openly admit has his own issues and stresses of solely providing (financially) for the family but we are not taking about him, we are talking about me) and throughout all of this you had better keep your looks and stay fit because heaven forbid you let yourself go through out this process. Also, don't even think about having any problems or stresses of your own because there are just not enough hours in the day or days in the year to take care of your problems!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .Uhhh . . . OK . . . (breathing - breathing) . . .  Sorry, I got a little off topic there and I am digressing a little more than I intended.  Guess I  have some rather intense feelings that needed to come out - I'll just get back on topic now . . . Ummmm . . . Yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . both Aaron and I feel that now is really as good a time as any to get this started.  By the time I am finished both Ave and Kem will be in school (Ave in 3rd and Kem in Preschool), and I will have something to do that adds value (ie. brings in a paycheck).  I also don't think I will do so well just puttering around the house (shocker, I know) while the kids are in school and since my recent attempts to return to the work force with my business degree and extensive experience have been frustrating (to say the least), why not head back to school and get a skill set that will give me job flexibility, great pay and the ability to work when and where I want to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Aaron is totally behind me in this and thank heavens he has a job that will (hopefully) give us the flexibility we need to not have to turned to day care to make this happen.  Ave actually thinks it's pretty cool that mommy is going to school and will now have homework and assignments and stuff, just like she does.  Do you think she would ever trade her 1st grade level homework for a test in anatomy. I wonder?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Plus, I will have an avenue for more adult interaction/communication which I have been sorely missing since leaving the work place.  And Aaron will get to take on more of a role at home and in being Dad and take care of the girls and their needs first hand.  That alone will make this all worth while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this venture is not going to happen without it's share of challenges and stress, but I think a positive attitude and sheer determination to not let anyone suffer, will help out in those times when stress rears it's ugly head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Just keep us in your thoughts (not like you don't already) and know we will survive and more importantly - THRIVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"Adversity doesn't build character, it reveals it!" ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;"We cannot choose things that will happen to us.  But we can choose the attitude we will take toward anything that happens.  Success or failure depends on your attitude" ~Alfred Montapert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Just a few things I am trying to keep in mind - wish us luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8397497363327322536?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8397497363327322536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8397497363327322536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8397497363327322536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8397497363327322536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-2524181192711208983</id><published>2008-07-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:50:26.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I guess there are good thing that come out of trying to be smart about where you spend your money - you just go to all the things in your area that don't cost a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Case in point, here are a few of the activities we have been going to as of late. And having a mighty fine time to boot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Summer Concerts at Snow Basin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Last week the band playing was a tribute band to Carlos Santana. They were awesome. And there is just something about sitting outside in a beautiful mountain setting, listening to good music and soaking up the sunshine that you just can't beat. Also, watching your kids dance around like the dancing queens that they are make for pretty entertaining times as well. K has turned into quite the little mover and shaker. Only video would do her moves justice and alas I don't have one, yet. Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Firework show at Weber State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Granted this won't happen every weekend, as it's part of the Pioneer Celebration here in Utah that turns into quite the production for most cities. Seriously, there are more activities and shows for Pioneer Day (which isn't actually until the 24th) than there were for the 4th of July. But we take it and all the fireworks you want to throw at us, especially as we got robbed of seeing any on the 4th of July (see side note below). The show was awesome and we found the perfect grassy spot to spread out our blankets on an lay back and watch as the sky exploded overhead in an array of colors and sounds. K was besides herself with delight as it was her first official big fireworks show of her young life. She kept screaming "fireworks" over and over and over. A had more fun running around and pretending to be every animal we could throw out to her. Seriously, she's a pretty good little actress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;(Side Note to Ogden City Fireworks Planning Committee- if you advertise that your firework show will start at 10:00 pm on the city website and on all your flyer's you send out in the mail, than start your show at 10:00 - not 9:30. It really upsets the kiddos that are expecting to see said fireworks and the parents who leave with enough time to get to the show in time to see said fireworks, only to drive up and see everyone is leaving and the show is over and it's only 10:05!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Lagoon Amusement Park in Farmington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;I am so glad we bought the season pass for all of us. We have more than made up for the initial cost and it gives us a great place to go and hang out. The kids love it, can't get enough and can run around wild and free (well not too wild and free) and the only cost is that of a Hawaiian Shaved Ice or Bag of Cotton Candy at the end. Plus, there is also a water slide part to the park that we can go to. A and K love the slides. I don't love the crowds or the crazy people that follow you around telling you over and over again how cute your little girls are. (seriously, it only happened once, but it was WEIRD and CREEPY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That instance aside, it's a fun place to go and I get my fix on people watching. Seriously, I wish I had gone into studying Human Behaviour because amusement parks are filled with various case studies and are oh so entertaining. Plus, riding the roller coasters are pretty fun too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;So what's up for this weekend - Star Gazing Party at Snow basin. Just bring your telescope and watch the full moon and the stars from the mountain tops. Seriously, Big A and Little A are going to have so much fun. Mom and K are having a party at home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2524181192711208983?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2524181192711208983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2524181192711208983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2524181192711208983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2524181192711208983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1201908806608529058</id><published>2008-07-09T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:24:36.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So just a little update to let everyone know that A's surgery on her hernia today went really well.  She was only in the OR for like 45 minutes.  The Dr. ended up making the repair on both sides (not just the right side).  Just 3 little incisions, one on each side and then one in the belly button for the telescope to go into.  They took some pictures, which tripped me out, but the hernias are fixed and there is very little chance of them recurring - awesome news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a really rough time coming out of the anesthesia (neither A nor I are very good with anesthesia, so we weren't too surprised by her reaction) and we spent most of the time in recovery just trying to get her to keep down fluids and come back to reality (she was seriously tripping for a while). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After keeping down some orange slushy and then some cherry slushy we figured she was ready to go home.  Alas, on the way to pick up little sis, she threw up said orange and red slushy.  Thank heavens for little pink buckets the hospital supplies, because otherwise I would be shampooing the carpet and seats in the car, instead of writing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So we are back home and she is laying down watching Camp Rock and resting.  Something tells me I am going to be hearing this sound track quite frequently over the next few days while she recovers.  She has to take it easy (lay down) for the next 36 hours and then take it easy (minimal activity) after that for the next 2-3 weeks.  So no bike riding or trampoline jumping.  I just hope this little one can handle the "down time".  She is definitely not one for staying still for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Any suggestions for low key activities for recuperating 6 year olds will be greatly appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-1201908806608529058?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1201908806608529058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1201908806608529058' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1201908806608529058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1201908806608529058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-outcome.html' title='Surgery Outcome'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3567570508907721780</id><published>2008-07-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:48:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I found this on another blog and just had to share it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thinking of Becoming A Parent??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of having kids??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this 11 step program first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Go to the grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Pick up the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Read it for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who already are parents and berate them about their...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Methods of discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Lack of patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Appallingly low tolerance levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Allowing their children to run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child's breastfeeding, sleep habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Enjoy it because it will be the last time in your life you will have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lesson 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A really good way to discover how the nights might feel...&lt;br /&gt;1. Get home from work and immediately begin walking around the living room from 5PM to 10PM carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly. (Eat cold food with one hand for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;2. At 10PM, put the bag gently down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, until 1AM.&lt;br /&gt;4. Set the alarm for 3AM.5. As you can't get back to sleep, get up at 2AM and make a drink and watch an infomercial.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to bed at 2:45AM.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get up at 3AM when the alarm goes off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sing songs quietly in the dark until 4AM.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get up. Make breakfast. Get ready for work and go to work (work hard and be productive)&lt;br /&gt;10. Repeat steps 1-9 each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep this up for 3-5 years. Look cheerful and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lesson 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can you stand the mess children make? To find out...&lt;br /&gt;1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide a piece of raw chicken behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick your fingers in the flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then rub them on the clean walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take your favorite book, photo album, etc. Wreck it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spill milk on your new pillows. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time allowed for this - all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the BMW and buy a mini-van. And don't think that you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that.&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a dime. Stick it in the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take a family size package of chocolate cookies. Mash them into the back seat. Sprinkle cheerios all over the floor, then smash them with your foot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go to the local grocery store. Take with you the closest thing you can find to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school child. (A full-grown goat is an excellent choice). If you intend to have more than one child, then definitely take more than one goat. Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Hollow out a melon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a small hole in the side.&lt;br /&gt;3. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Now get a bowl of soggy Cheerios and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;5. Continue until half the Cheerios are gone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tip half into your lap. The other half, just throw up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now ready to feed a nine-month-old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Learn the names of every character from Sesame Street , Barney, Disney, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/span&gt;, and Pokemon. Watch nothing else on TV but PBS, the Disney channel or Noggin for at least five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, you're thinking What's 'Noggin'?) Exactly the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Make a recording of Fran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drescher&lt;/span&gt; saying 'mommy' and or 'daddy' repeatedly. (Important: no more than a four second delay between each 'mommy'; occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet is required). Play this tape in your car everywhere you go for the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lesson 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your skirt hem, shirt- sleeve, or elbow while playing the 'mommy/daddy' tape made from Lesson 10 above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there is a child in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;*******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Now - if I could only find a way to take all of the skills gained from the above lessons and turn them into relevant job experiences to account for the last 6 years of my life, so that any employer who would take a look at my resume would become so overwhelmed with my expertise and skills that they would offer me a position on the spot and pay me 100's of thousands of dollars.  Seriously - a mom can dream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3567570508907721780?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3567570508907721780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3567570508907721780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3567570508907721780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3567570508907721780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking.html' title='Thinking . . .'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4116961337157756792</id><published>2008-06-27T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:21:38.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;. . . have all the honest people gone, oh where or where can they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;and why couldn't they have been the ones that we loaned a crap'ola load of money to and extended our good name and credit to, to start up a trucking company, instead of the dishonest, unethical, not hard-working, slimey, no good, co-dependent users that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;we did loan the money too!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;(Note - we did not know ANYTHING about the true character of these people at the time we loaned the money or extended ourselves financially to help - otherwise I would not be writing this post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;It's a loan people - which implies that at some future point in time you will pay it back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;and you don't just get to one day decide you no longer want to be in the trucking business, while you still have debts and payment to make on said trucking business. Sorry that it 's so inconvenient for you to get up and go to work and actually earn a living to support your family and meet your financial obligations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;AAAUUUGGGGHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Bad times, folks, seriously - bad times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;(for your reading benefit I have removed all swear words and derogitory remarks that have been directed to above said couple, as I have decided that it does no good to think this way or speak this way and they couldn't care in the slightest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-4116961337157756792?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4116961337157756792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4116961337157756792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4116961337157756792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4116961337157756792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-oh-where.html' title='Where Oh Where . . .'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5639401104535623033</id><published>2008-06-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:34:59.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Project Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You have your next candidate ready and waiting. That is if you are willing to let a 2 year old onto your show and allow her to upstage everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;K is showing her fashionista side lately and it's providing some very entertaining moments I felt the need to share. She has an opinion on what everyone is and is not wearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;morning she tells me what she will and will not wear. This morning was the edict to wear shorts, not pants and her shirt had to be pink with flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SGP7IyADPTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/e-2VYd3pFtk/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216288921704676658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SGP7IyADPTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/e-2VYd3pFtk/s200/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am also beginning to hear the phrase "I do it mommie" A LOT. Hence the picture I am sharing of her trying to put on her jammie bottoms by herself without any help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, she has to pick out her jammies at night or she will simple take off whatever I have put on her and change into what she wants to wear. This also happens at random times through out the day so I never know when I am going to have a naked child running around the house in just her diaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;One of these times the camera will be close at hand, and full charged so I can capture the before and after moments, but for know you just get the verbal description. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I feel I should also apologize to the little boy who went into Walmart Neighborhood Market without a shirt on (in his defense, he was sunburned, so I get it) but K saw him and literally followed him around the produce section saying " your naked" "where's your shirt" " YOUR NAKED" causing the little boy to cower behind his mothers legs. She was merciless in her pursuit of what she thought was a breach in proper fashion. &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/6230640886305807123-5639401104535623033?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5639401104535623033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5639401104535623033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5639401104535623033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5639401104535623033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/watch-out-project-runway.html' title='Watch out Project Runway'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SGP7IyADPTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/e-2VYd3pFtk/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-712170160176980</id><published>2008-06-26T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:08:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Aruba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you for rocking as much as you did.  You were an awesome place to visit.  I can't wait to see if my snorkel pictures with the underwater camera turned out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you for providing the rest and relaxation that both A and I desperately needed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you natural pool for proving the most beautiful snorkel place on the entire island, even if getting to you required getting bounced and thrown around the back of a jeep (compact cars need not even try) and fearing for our life on a couple down slopping turns. You were totally worth the trip (pictures to come later).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you Jolly Pirates for providing such a fun snorkel excursion on a true to life pirate ship (where I only got mildly sun burned - yahoo!)  Next time I promise to try the rope swing and A won't loose his sunglasses over the side of the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you Moomba, Pelican Pier, Tomato Charlies and Hadicuari for providing such fresh and delicious food at pretty reasonable prices.  Oh and thank you Champions for having the best nachos and Appetizer platter with wings rings, fries and skins to feed 4 very hungry people after a long hard day relaxing in the sun and floating around the lazy river.  It was tough work, but someone had to do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Next years trip has already been booked - Fiji - June 2009 - want to come along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-712170160176980?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/712170160176980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=712170160176980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/712170160176980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/712170160176980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-aruba.html' title='Dear Aruba'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-3256065803420383472</id><published>2008-06-06T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:59:29.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SEmvprHE7dI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o-VtIxKqE3w/s1600-h/Avery4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208887574512594386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SEmvprHE7dI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o-VtIxKqE3w/s200/Avery4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;All though at 6 years of age, I guess I can no longer technically call you my baby. . . But my baby you will always be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You can into this world so tiny and small and yet you had so much spunk and life about you. You were a fighter and one who knew exactly what she wanted to do. You took your dad and I by the heart with your tiny little fingers and have yet to let go. . . and I hope you never do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You are growing into one of the most beautiful girls (I am going to have to beat the boys off you with a stick) but more importantly one of the biggest sweethearts. I love how you take your sister by the hand and show her everything this world has to offer (even the things I sometimes wish you wouldn't) but either way, you are a great big sister and K is lucky to have you looking out for her.  I am sure it will be many years before she truly appreciates you and all that you have to &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SEmw3m4SrdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kXXKlN5h9Nk/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208888913406635474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SEmw3m4SrdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kXXKlN5h9Nk/s200/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I love your hugs and kisses and the way you always look to make sure mom and dad are there watching you.  We will always be there for you as you go through this life, exploring, learning, growing and challenging those around you. I am so glad to play a part in your life and I will always love you! Ditto for your Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3256065803420383472?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3256065803420383472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3256065803420383472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3256065803420383472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3256065803420383472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SEmvprHE7dI/AAAAAAAAAXw/o-VtIxKqE3w/s72-c/Avery4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3869870777906383372</id><published>2008-06-03T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:05:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Perspective,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I will be needing you more often then I realize or have ever needed you in the past, so please make sure you hang around me as often as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Patience,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Please see above comment and stick close by as well.  Thanks in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear People who don't keep their promises or honor their financial obligations,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU SUCK!!&lt;/span&gt; and you are stressing me and my husband out more than we really need right now. So man/woman up and start paying off your debt.  We are not a bank nor are we your personal line of credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Stress Related Weight Gain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Your presence is no longer required.  You were never invited in the first place and it's time that you leave and take the weight you brought with you.  I have a bathing suit to look smoking hot in in just 6 days.  If you like, you can send your Cousin "Stress Related Weight Loss" in your place.  He/She is welcome to stay as long as He/She likes as long as the pounds keep coming OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Summer Camp,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thank you for promising to keep my oldest child entertained with arts and crafts and activities along with all her friends for 4 days a week, for 3 hours a day, for 6 weeks total - all for the bargain price of $30.  You are well worth the money being spent.  My only complaint - I wish you took 2 year olds who are not yet (nor soon to be) potty trained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Aruba,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thank you for waiting so patiently.  We look forward to experiencing all that you have to offer. We will be there on Sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Nana &amp;amp; UT Gma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks for watching the girls for us to make the above trip possible.  A and I owe you both big time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear A &amp;amp; K,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks for putting up with your mom and dad through all of the emotions of the last week or two.  We love you both more than you will ever know.  Thanks for your hugs and kisses and helping us keep things in balance.  Your giggles and laughter are more precious than gold. You make our life fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3869870777906383372?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3869870777906383372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3869870777906383372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3869870777906383372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3869870777906383372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear.html' title='Dear . . .'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8523331691113702137</id><published>2008-05-16T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:51:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Dare Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;For a while I have know that I was going to have my hands full with my two little girls, who each day show me just how wrong I am in thinking of them as little. They are growing up so fast and with each new day venturing forth into the unknown and having the grandest of adventures. These kids have no fear and that sometimes is the scariest thing for us mere moms to deal with. Let me explain. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;For part of my Mothers Day Extravaganza (that's what we called it this year) the girls (along with A) took me to Lagoon (For those not familiar it's an amusement park here in Utah - not quite on par with Six Flags Magic Mountain in CA, but trying really hard). For the most part the time was spent going on rides that any 2 or 5 year old would be thrilled over. Most were the carnival type and the ones that spin you in a circle until you are super nauseous, but they love them regardless. Nothing too scary here, I know . . . just wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;After tiring of the kiddy type rides and wanting to see more of the park we start walking over to the bigger rides, where my 1st born decides that she is going to go on not one but two of the biggest &lt;strong&gt;adult&lt;/strong&gt; rides in the park. All without any pleading or cajoling from her parents. She just pointed at the biggest coasters and said, that's where I want to go next. So onto Colossus which she rode with her dad and the newest coaster in the park called Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SC3xC0jnG8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ccs0AudIU3A/s1600-h/wicked1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201078175452830658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SC3xC0jnG8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ccs0AudIU3A/s200/wicked1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; which she rode with her mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And folks - it is just what it is - Wicked. It shoots you straight up in the air like a bullet out of a gun going something like 40+ miles an hour to the top of a 110 foot tower, where it then drops you straight back down and into all the twists and turns imaginable. It truly does everything you expect a good roller coaster to do. It had all the thrills I would have wanted but never expected to find in Farmington, Utah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And my daughter did it all from the FRONT ROW (again her choice because we could have sat in the back, but she said she wanted to sit in the front. Have I mentioned that I love this girl!) Yep, my kid has serious thrill issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Side note - There was another mom with her older teenage daughters in front of us in line and they were saying they couldn't even convince their 14 year old brother and his friends to go on this ride! They were super impressed that A was doing it and she was only 5 (almost 6). I suspect someone somewhere was teased mercilessly about that little fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another Roller Coaster Junkie is born. And her little sister is not too far behind. &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/6230640886305807123-8523331691113702137?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8523331691113702137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8523331691113702137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8523331691113702137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8523331691113702137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-little-dare-devil.html' title='My Little Dare Devil'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SC3xC0jnG8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ccs0AudIU3A/s72-c/wicked1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-4557419856407097229</id><published>2008-05-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:11:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have only three words to say right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Food Poisening stinks (literally)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;OK that was 4 words - sue me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-4557419856407097229?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4557419856407097229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4557419856407097229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4557419856407097229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4557419856407097229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the Blue'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2729013669551190550</id><published>2008-05-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:48:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;OK- you were warned with the previous post.  Now come the personal phone calls. And no fair not picking up when you see that it's my number on the caller id.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;BTW - I am OK with the kids being separated as I realize that dealing with 4 kids and car seats would be the first obstacle to overcome in this really super huge favor I am asking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, if it works better for you to split the time and take them for a portion, I am open to that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;As you can see anything is negotiable as long as the kids are happy, safe and life is able to continue for you in a somewhat normal fashion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Aruba is still calling!  So am I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-2729013669551190550?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2729013669551190550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2729013669551190550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2729013669551190550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2729013669551190550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/fair-warning.html' title='Fair Warning'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-5918962218632803838</id><published>2008-04-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:59:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling in a whammy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SBjEzw3T6QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U3S-ajyG-TY/s1600-h/Aruba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195118563741133058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SBjEzw3T6QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U3S-ajyG-TY/s200/Aruba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aruba is calling and it wants A and I to come visit for a week in June. With it's white sandy beaches and turquoise blue water does one really ever ignore a call from Aruba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one teensy weensy little problem - who will watch the kiddos, because Aruba says it's for adults only. And does one really get to argue with and say no to Aruba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So why not throw this out to the universe (at least that which includes my friends and family who read my blog) and see who bites. Granted it might be a long shot and I might have to resort to begging and pleading with each of you individually, but seriously how do you say no to an opportunity like this one. Aruba wouldn't be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;It has been way too long since A and I spent any length of time with it being just the two of us. Our 10 year anniversary passed this last January with us at least getting a night away (thanks V) but lately we have both been feeling the need to get away and spend a little bit more time with each other, minus the little ones. Aruba has the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus A's b-day is coming up and it's a semi-milestone (not 30, not 40 but halfway there!) Time to celebrate, right? And why not do it in Aruba!! Aruba approves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;SO onto the whammy of a favor - Anyone interested in watching two of the most perfect, well behaved, even mannered children you have ever come across in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a week? (10 days - to be honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Seriously - anyone!?! Aruba awaits your response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-5918962218632803838?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5918962218632803838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5918962218632803838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5918962218632803838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5918962218632803838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/calling-in-whammy.html' title='Calling in a whammy!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SBjEzw3T6QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/U3S-ajyG-TY/s72-c/Aruba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-950138333621903473</id><published>2008-04-18T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:24:30.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you learn in a grocery store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Fidel Castro is an alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;In case you didn't believe that, there is a sure fire way to tell who is and who isn't an alien.  Apparently, for Fidel, his give away was his beard.  Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;And everything you need to learn about life can be learned by watching science fiction movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;and if when I get home I notice my rotisserie chicken is missing, the grocery store bagger had nothing to do with it, cause rotisserie chicken is GOOOOOOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Some people should really just keep talking to themselves and not engage the general public in conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Just my two cents to the crazies out there posing as grocery store baggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-950138333621903473?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/950138333621903473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=950138333621903473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/950138333621903473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/950138333621903473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-you-learn-in-grocery-store.html' title='Things you learn in a grocery store'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-285589250923724893</id><published>2008-04-15T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:16:59.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Mother Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SAUYG74S8yI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eCMw0H9ke6s/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189580653046461218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SAUYG74S8yI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eCMw0H9ke6s/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I am sure you are already aware of this, but I feel the need to ask - why is it snowing today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Especially after yesterday's weather - which was GORGEOUS! It was sunny all day, 73+ degrees and such a wonderful treat to actually feel the warmth of the sun on my face and shoulders. I was able to get so many things done outside, like trim the grass and bushes that were smashed and broken from the weight of all the snow this winter. I even got to sweep out the garage and vacuum the interior of my car, which was beginning to look more like the inside of a happy meal than I am truly comfortable with. So much for the idea that the kiddos are not allowed to eat in the car, but I digress and that is not my point in writing this letter today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;My girls also really enjoyed the benefits of the warm and sunny weather. They were able to enjoy their first picnic of the season and just so you know it took all my strength to get them back inside the house for dinner and a bath. The fact that we had to empty and refill the bath tub twice to remove all the sand and dirt from them is a testament to how thoroughly they enjoyed being outside all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So why the change of heart? Why tease me/us with a nearly perfect day (Cause let's face it - a perfect day would have included that same kind of weather, but it would have also included a beach, an icy/fruity drink and someone named Hans at the ready to give me a foot massage . . . while someone watched my kids . . . and hubby sat rubbing my arm . . . and the gentle breeze kept me from getting too hot . . . yah - that's perfect.) But again, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So, I must ask that if you are planning to continue with the snow-and-ice torture method you are currently favoring, could you please just let me know how much longer I am going to have to deal with it? I mean seriously, it is the middle of April and the tulips and daffodils don't look very happy with the weather selection either. Just so you know that it is not just me who is suffering here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I would also like to be able to send my child to school in a outfit that will be good enough to keep her comfortable all day and not have to worry about her coming home and freezing her little legs off because you decided to switch things up mid-day and she is wearing little leggings and glittery shoes that really don't work well with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I understand that the snow pack is 150% and going great. The ski resorts are still open and people will be able to water their lawns this summer. Thank you for all that you did to make those things possible. As I now see it, there really is no longer a need for more snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So, if you could please get back to me with a potential date for Spring and warm weather to arrive for good, I would really appreciate the heads up. My hope is that it is sooner rather than later. It is time to break out the flip flops and short sleeve shirts and time to put away the boots and parkas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanks again for all the you do . . . but seriously, enough with the snow already! Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-285589250923724893?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/285589250923724893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=285589250923724893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/285589250923724893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/285589250923724893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/mother-nature.html' title='Mother Nature'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SAUYG74S8yI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eCMw0H9ke6s/s72-c/2ndBirthdayFun+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-920398020947246845</id><published>2008-04-06T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:11:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Disclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;In an effort to be fair I should probably share the things that I used to sneak and hide from my parents. Atleast the things I can remember and am willing to admit too! :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;For the most part my memories consist of sneaking things from the kitchen pantry. That was where my mom hide the good stuff. Jello (unmixed, of course) was my favorite and it didn't matter the flavor as all were good to me. For those of you who never sampled this yummy package of goodness, just think of it as a giant pixie stick in a box. Yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course there were other things that tempted my childhood pallet as well. Like handfuls of Parmesan cheese. Chocolate Frosting. Chocolate chips. And don't ask me why now, but Bacon Bits - again by the handful. All were delicious. I think I even once ate a package of Tums, all the while thinking they were Smarties (not the chocolate Canadian kind, but the American fruity powdery kind), but I could never quite convince my tummy that they were all that good, even in their larger size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186260157959721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R_lMIrvzUzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ikM3COfPJa0/s200/skittles.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, and there was this one time, in the middle of the night, when I got the brilliant idea to sneak into the candy cupboard and get into the package of skittles my mom had up there. After about 4 or 5 trips back and forth between the cupboard and my bedroom, each time adding to my little pile of rainbow candy goodness hidden under my pillow, I made the fatal mistake of going back for a sixth time. As luck would have it, I dropped one of the skittles and it made this killer BANG - BANG - BANG sound as it skipped across the counter and then the floor. I jumped off the counter and ran as fast as my little night gown covered legs would take me back into my bed with my heart pounding in my chest, just praying that no one had heard anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course that was not the case as 2 seconds later my dad walks into my room and quietly asks me if I have anything I am not supposed to have. My guilty little conscious could take no more of his torturing questions and I turned over my candy stash with tears in my eyes and said I was sorry! I think I was too scared to get out of bed for anything for the next week. And I am pretty sure I didn't eat any skittles for quite some time after that. I guess I felt too guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So that's the extent, as far as I can remember it, of all my sneakyness! (as far as I will admit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-920398020947246845?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/920398020947246845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=920398020947246845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/920398020947246845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/920398020947246845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/full-disclosure.html' title='Full Disclosure'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R_lMIrvzUzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ikM3COfPJa0/s72-c/skittles.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3890559726064305763</id><published>2008-04-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:18:37.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently now is the time in the life of a 5 year old where sneaking things begins. It starts with a simple twist of the wrist to hide something in the hand, then to a lowering of the hands either under the counter top or behind the back, all in an effort to keep mom from being able to see what is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Usually these little acts are not that big of a deal, like who as a kid didn't try to hide that piece of candy they knew they weren't supposed to have, but really really wanted. Unfortunately, the sneaking is getting a little worse and a little big bigger than a simple piece of candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R_bVdrvzUyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/R2iTs9bCmAk/s1600-h/TentCity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185566726899847970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R_bVdrvzUyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/R2iTs9bCmAk/s200/TentCity1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;t has turned into an act of sneaking things - bigger things - into other things in an effort to take said things to places where they do not belong, like A's recent attempts to take the camera to school in her backpack, a host of miscellaneous toys, all of her Littlest Pets and even more recently, my cell phone. And those are only the items that I have caught her trying to sneak out. Who knows what items I have missed and may have lost track of forever. Of course when I ask her why she is sneaking things around I get the very generic and not so helpful answer of "I don't know".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Yesturday, she snuck her Breanna Bunny to the park (a place she knows she is not to go to - the bunny that is) by putting Breanna B in the garage and then heading out the front door (where she knew I would see her) and then running around the house, picking up BB and running off to the park, thinking she had gotten away with her pirated bunny and mom not knowing. Too bad for here the office is at the front of the house and looks out onto the park and as I sat reading blogs on the interent (hey, a girl likes to keep up with what her family and friends are up to), I look up and across the street to see A with BB galloping around the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So not only is the sneaking growing, it's become more planned out and detailed in the execution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Plus, K (who is only 2) has been picking up on said sneaky behavior and is starting to follow in the footsteps of her big sis. She has taken to sneaking my purse into any remote corner of the house, as far away from where mom is as possible and emptying the contents, all in search of who knows what, but I suspect candy/gum or my cell phone. She is also doing this with the diaper bag, which always has something yummy to eat inside, but still, why all the sneaking? Is this simply a case of monkey see, monkey do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean it's not as if I don't feed my kids enough good food during the day, that they are scrapping around for something to eat. I am pretty sure they wouldn't even know the meaning of the words "famine" or "starvation", especially K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also more than reasonable about letting them do the things they want that make them happy, even if I don't understand it. So why the secrecy and the need to hide things from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;All in all - it's driving me crazy, so I ask you - what is a mom to do?????&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/6230640886305807123-3890559726064305763?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3890559726064305763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3890559726064305763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3890559726064305763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3890559726064305763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/sneaky-little-things.html' title='Sneaky Little Things'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R_bVdrvzUyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/R2iTs9bCmAk/s72-c/TentCity1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-4496869988677310736</id><published>2008-03-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:17:49.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight was a great night all for the simple matter that as we were walking out of Wal*Mart (we were there to get a birthday present for a party A is going to tomorrow) K - who was a super trooper walking around the store while A made up her mind as to what to get for her little friend) lays her little sweet head down on my shoulder and of her own accord says the most precious words in the Universe - "Mommy, I love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is NOTHING sweeter, I am sure! And she is mine, all mine!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182646874988040978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-x137vzUxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XOLehGE05u4/s200/play+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Photo courtesy of A, the budding photographer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;My kids really do say the sweetest and funniest things sometimes and I only wish I could remember them all and get them written down before they fly from my mind, as most things often do. Atleast I captured this precious moment and will try in the future to be better. Maybe I need to start carring around pen and paper to record the other many pearls of wisdom that come from my children's mouths. I guess I have to start somewhere!&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/6230640886305807123-4496869988677310736?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4496869988677310736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4496869988677310736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4496869988677310736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4496869988677310736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/favorite-words.html' title='Favorite Words'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-x137vzUxI/AAAAAAAAAWU/XOLehGE05u4/s72-c/play+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3511918478197656041</id><published>2008-03-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:24:38.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Moments of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v8O7vzUrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZkkJqFAQmJM/s1600-h/SLCChildrensMuseum20.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182513129706443442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v8O7vzUrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZkkJqFAQmJM/s200/SLCChildrensMuseum20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;K apparently likes to like flowers instead of smelling them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;. Who knew they could be so tasty! And I am sure the flowers didn't mind the extra moisture at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A and K have so much fun at the Children's Museum in SLC, we have renewed our membership as they can not get enough of the place. Plus I love having somewhere to go that's fun and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;entertaining and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gets us all out of the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v8BrvzUqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IDR1rl1Gdy4/s1600-h/SLCChildrensMuseum8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182512902073176738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v8BrvzUqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IDR1rl1Gdy4/s200/SLCChildrensMuseum8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v7c7vzUpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sqdJ0RcxQe0/s1600-h/SLCChildrensMuseum7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182512270712984210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v7c7vzUpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sqdJ0RcxQe0/s200/SLCChildrensMuseum7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A and K feeding the plastic Pony a plastic carrot, and making the appropriate munching, crunching, eating sounds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Dr. Seuss! A came home from school with a recipe on how to make green eggs and ham and insisted that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v63bvzUnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PiL1yz6J3yE/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+and+Ham2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182511626467889778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v63bvzUnI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PiL1yz6J3yE/s200/Green+Eggs+and+Ham2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v7CLvzUoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/MFKM4DGAtFg/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+and+Ham3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182511811151483522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v7CLvzUoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/MFKM4DGAtFg/s200/Green+Eggs+and+Ham3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I couldn't stomach the green eggs in their abnormal color, the girls ate them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;St. Patty's Day - I think my girls were covered with the "wear something green" and avoided getting pinched this year!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188843001003307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/SAJ5N74S8xI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gNoOTPUNZaU/s200/StPattysDay17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A came home from school telling me all about leprichauns and thier hidded pots of gold. Oh the silly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;things they get to learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-wEm7vzUwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/2EKVojisNpU/s1600-h/StPattysDay17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-wAVrvzUuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/HvNkM-9SYfw/s1600-h/SLCEasterEggHunt32.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182517643717071586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-wAVrvzUuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/HvNkM-9SYfw/s200/SLCEasterEggHunt32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Spring is almost here and Easter came a little earlier this year. Along with it came the oh so highly entertaining Easter Egg hunts! Thanks CeeCee and R for having us over for a super yummy dinner and egg hunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much fun - so much comedy from ones so young. (BTW - I miss the Colorado Easter Egg hunts - just so you know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K really got into the egg hunt this year and I bet it had nothing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v-jLvzUsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZclQwLEL-zI/s1600-h/SLCEasterEggHunt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;with the fact that there was candy inside. She wasn't particular - chocolate, jelly beans, marshmellow bunnies - it was all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-wAnLvzUvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vsKZgBvxx-M/s1600-h/SLCEasterEggHunt25.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182517944364782322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-wAnLvzUvI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vsKZgBvxx-M/s200/SLCEasterEggHunt25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;good to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K showing me her chocolate treat - or "yummy, yummy" as she was calling it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B, K, F and A - cutest cousins in Utah (notice the state qualifier there, as there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; are equally cute cousins in AZ and CA, who we sooo wish could have been there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with us!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3511918478197656041?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3511918478197656041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3511918478197656041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3511918478197656041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3511918478197656041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-moments-of-fun.html' title='Little Moments of Fun'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R-v8O7vzUrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZkkJqFAQmJM/s72-c/SLCChildrensMuseum20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-7863501759102562618</id><published>2008-03-10T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:25:54.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Liberty (and most importantly) Justice for all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this morning began very early for me. 7:00 am to be exact, but if truth be told with the recent change to Day Light Savings it was more like 6:00 am and that my friends is way too early. For those of you that really know me, you know that I don't function too well in the morning. I just don't see the point of getting up from a nice warm cozy bed when it's still dark outside and there are more logs to be sawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if it comes from finally being at place in my life where I don't have to rise up at the crack of dawn to rush off to work, because seriously the laundry can wait till 10:00 or 11:00 to get started. It's not putting any pressure me or enforcing any deadlines. So why rush it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe my lack of desire to rise with the sun stems from the fact that I have (luckily) been blessed with children that actually sleep in and get up at a more agreeable and reasonable hour in the morning. They usually wake up around 8:30 or 9:00 and that is a much more perfect time for me to get myself together and going. I know this will have to change a little once BB1 starts all day school, but for now I am enjoying the later starts to the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for why I was up at what felt like the crack of dawn this morning, I had an appointment with the South Ogden Traffic Court. You see there was this pesky business regarding a traffic citation I received back in January where the officer cited me for "Improper Lane Travel". Hello - I was just making a left hand turn and entered into the turn lane, going about my business, doing nothing illegal, when the cop pulled out from the right hand, through lane and then proceeded to pull me over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can imagine my complete shock/indignation/frustration as to why this cop was pulling me over when I hadn't done anything more than drive my car well within the confines of the law. That frustration only grew when I asked him to explain why he pulled me over and he absolutely refused to discuss it with me and simply stated "I won't debate this with you" and walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh how I wanted to smack him. When he came back to the car he handed me an "invitation" to attend traffic school, which by the way cost $75 and would require me to spend 8 hours learning about how to drive and the law. Are you kidding me? I didn't do anything wrong. My desire to back hand the cop only grew, but luckily I was able to control my growing temper with the thought that it would be much worse to get carted off to jail for assaulting an officer. I consoled myself with the thought that I would have my say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So needless to say this little encounter set me off on a path of very righteous indignation and I was all about fighting the citation. So, I let the time frame to sign up for traffic school lapse, which sent the traffic school invitation back to the courts and a citation was issued in it's place, along with an invitation to come to court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So off to court I went - the first time - thinking I would be able to confront the judge, tell him my side of the story and walk out of there with a dismissal in hand. I was psyched and just a little nauseous only to find out that it was all for nothing. I wouldn't meet with the judge as I had to first meet with the court prosecutor for a Pre-trail hearing. And I had to have an appointment in order to meet with him and that would mean I would have to wait another week before presenting my case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh what a case it would be. I had satellite imagery showing how many feet into the turning lane I entered and copy's of the Utah drivers handbook, all showing me to be in the right. I was ready! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today I went to the court for the second time to meet with the prosecutor. He called me back into his office behind the judges bench. He was able to pull up video footage from the cop car from the day the citation was issued. I wasn't worried for a second. He showed me everything he had and listened to me explain what happened and before I even had to pull out my satellite maps (thanks Google Earth) and DMV documentation, he said the most wonderful words in the universe "I am going to recommend this citation for dismissal!!" and "You were in the right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Thank you, Thank you very much!" (said in an Elvis drawl &amp;amp; tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is indeed justice in the world and I am so glad I fought for it. It might seem like a small thing, but it was my thing and it even made getting up at the crack of dawn worth while!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let freedom ring - Power to the People - and don't be afraid to fight for what you know to be right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-7863501759102562618?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7863501759102562618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=7863501759102562618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7863501759102562618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7863501759102562618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-liberty-and-most-importantly.html' title='Life, Liberty (and most importantly) Justice for all!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-7969293885416568883</id><published>2008-03-09T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:26:27.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;BB2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SXOIA22xI/AAAAAAAAATk/GHLAxCFiA8A/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175928140680583954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SXOIA22xI/AAAAAAAAATk/GHLAxCFiA8A/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; is officially 2. On one hand I am in denial because it means my baby is growing up! But on the other hand she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; 2 years old. Yep, the temper tantrums and demands have gone onto a whole new level. At least she is balancing out the "bad" with some serious sweetness when it comes to giving loves and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Her party theme was monkeys - not Curious George - just monkeys. She got a huge purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;helium&lt;/span&gt; filled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9ScqIA223I/AAAAAAAAAUU/MnJhyGxlkJA/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175934119275060082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9ScqIA223I/AAAAAAAAAUU/MnJhyGxlkJA/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;monkey balloon which she loves and freaks out any time her sister tries to take it away from her, which is often. She started pulling down on the string and thought it was the greatest thing to watch the balloon go up and down. That is until it poked her in the eye and she needed some convincing the monkey wasn't trying to hurt her. I love the way kids brains work as they are so highly entertaining without even trying to be and so quick to recover from bumps and boo boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9Sf74A226I/AAAAAAAAAUs/aSwGwkura1Q/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175937722752621474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9Sf74A226I/AAAAAAAAAUs/aSwGwkura1Q/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find cute monkey theme decorations with out having to resort to the Curious George ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Luckily by making the decorations myself it allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9Sej4A224I/AAAAAAAAAUc/6iuMxRsAfPQ/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175936210924133250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9Sej4A224I/AAAAAAAAAUc/6iuMxRsAfPQ/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; me to tap into my creative side, which is a rare thing as my perfectionist side tends to take over, but luckily this time there was a pretty good balance between the two. I just have to say thank goodness we have a pretty good color printer and there were some decent monkey graphics in Microsoft Word Clip Art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;As for how the overall decorations turned out, just picture various sized monkeys and bananas hanging all over the house with green streamers and green curly ribbon (aka "jungle vines" ) also hanging all over the place. Lots of fun and BB2 loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175930919524424498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SZv4A22zI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1beUD2cfc-E/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SaCYA220I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NSYgsZFDQTY/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931237352004418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SaCYA220I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NSYgsZFDQTY/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;total justice to her birthday cake and I just have to give serious props to her Grandma L.(my mom) for having such a delicious frosting recipe. Fluffy frosting is by far the ultimate in cupcake toppings and a big thanks to Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CeeCee&lt;/span&gt; for reintroducing me to the fluffy sugary goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;We used to ask for it all the time growing up and it just takes me back to a happy place whenever I taste it. It had been way too long since my last indulgence and needless to say we all heartily partook. The bowl was seriously licked clean. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SaqYA222I/AAAAAAAAAUM/lB6sL_74FOk/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931924546771810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SaqYA222I/AAAAAAAAAUM/lB6sL_74FOk/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;The picture on the left is of BB2 in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SgP4A227I/AAAAAAAAAU0/J1p2tC1wWZU/s1600-h/2ndBirthdayFun+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175938066350005170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SgP4A227I/AAAAAAAAAU0/J1p2tC1wWZU/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;new ballerina dress-up with a matching one for Spice Bear that she wore around for the rest of the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;She also LOVES her new chair and now doesn't want to sit anywhere else but in her chair. This could pose a problem at meal time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;All I can say is she is adorable (and yes, there is a huge amount of personal bias, but you have to agree with me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the family that came up and celebrated the day with us. It was so much fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175931598129257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SaXYA221I/AAAAAAAAAUE/fc1naeYon_4/s200/2ndBirthdayFun+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And for those who were too far away, we know BB2 was in your thoughts as we were wishing you could be here with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Baby - You are growing up way too fast!&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/6230640886305807123-7969293885416568883?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7969293885416568883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=7969293885416568883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7969293885416568883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/7969293885416568883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R9SXOIA22xI/AAAAAAAAATk/GHLAxCFiA8A/s72-c/2ndBirthdayFun+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-3686075940824938805</id><published>2008-03-04T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:41:09.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the sharpest tack in the box!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Sheesh - Apparently my math skills need some work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;What I meant to write in my previous post was to enjoy your extra "1440" minutes, not the "1660" that I put in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Guess I just really, really, REALLY wanted to create some extra time for those people nearest and dearest to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;It's all about the love, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-3686075940824938805?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3686075940824938805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=3686075940824938805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3686075940824938805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/3686075940824938805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-sharpest-tack-in-box.html' title='Not the sharpest tack in the box!!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-206100482461226025</id><published>2008-02-28T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:15:36.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February 29th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;For all those people who has ever asked for more time, more days in the year, more hours in the day, - here you go. You get one extra day, 24 bonus hours, 1660 precious minutes to use however you like. They only come every 4 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Good for some, not so good for others, like for those babies unlucky enough to be born on this day. Sorry, you only get to celebrate your birthday every 4 years. It won't be much fun when you are younger, but just think how cool will it be when all your friends are turning 40 and you are still young and fun at 10!! Yahoo! (Papa Bear contributed that little statement of fact) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Feb 29th is also a good date for the people in the world who are horrible at remembering important dates, like anniversary's and "when we first meet" moments. Just have them tomorrow and then you won't have to worry about being asked every year for the exact date when you proposed, said "I love you", got married, etc. You'll get lucky and get a reprieve for at least 4 more years before your "date" rolls around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;All in all it seems to be a silly little thing to write about, but it just struck me as a little funny that we have this one day come into our lives every 4 years and Hallmark has yet to market the crap out of it with flowers, gifts, sentimentality and the like. (hey - if they start, I better get a cut. Just send the check addressed to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I am not even sure of the actual point or historical reason for getting one extra day in Feb, but I plan on using it to the fullest and not spending any one of those precious minutes doing mundane, domestic things like laundry (although BB1 is out of pants), dishes, vacuuming or dusting (even though I am still cleaning up from the dry wallers who ended their work a WEEK AGO! argggggg - stupid dust particles) My domestic goddess hat will be set aside and I will become light and care free with not a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dXa9DvDrI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fv8aMNp5aGU/s1600-h/fun+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172198817636748978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dXa9DvDrI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fv8aMNp5aGU/s200/fun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plan on spending the day playing with my girls, hiding in our most secret and favorite spots. For BB2 that means spending the day climbing onto and standing on the sofa table while "talking" on her Blackberry (really an old calculator) and laughing and giggling and snuggling all day long with my sweeties. (Papa Bear included).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We will &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dXqdDvDsI/AAAAAAAAATM/z1sxR_nrJNU/s1600-h/fun+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199083924721346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dXqdDvDsI/AAAAAAAAATM/z1sxR_nrJNU/s200/fun+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spend the day pretending that we are fighter jets, flying through the air and given the Air Forces recent and oh so frequent fly bys over our house, we will have all the necessary sound effect to complete our attempts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I plan on dancing like no one is watching and if anyone happens to catch me in the groove, then I hope they join me rather than laugh at my white girl hippy shake moves. I had to share this picture of BB2 at Elmo's Dance Off at the Children's Museum in Salt Lake.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dX5dDvDtI/AAAAAAAAATU/j-pzSDbpDVQ/s1600-h/fun+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199341622759122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dX5dDvDtI/AAAAAAAAATU/j-pzSDbpDVQ/s200/fun+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dYGNDvDuI/AAAAAAAAATc/hFhOqosUwMw/s1600-h/fun+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199560666091234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dYGNDvDuI/AAAAAAAAATc/hFhOqosUwMw/s200/fun+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could not get her to leave the dance floor as she loves the music and I just love how carefree and open she is. This girl can really shake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I plan to immerse myself if fanciful play and help my girls make memories of "the good times" for them to treasure all thier life. Order up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Also - just so you know - any calories you consume on Feb 29th are totally extra and don't count against you in any negative way. OK, so my last statement wasn't totally true, but I would like to think that everyone should get at least one day, say every 4 years, to eat whatever they want to and not think about or feel guilty about what you put in your belly, so bring on the brownie sundaes for breakfast and peanut butter and ice cream waffles for lunch. If we aren't too sick to our stomachs, it's Mexican food for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh yeah - my stomach is already rumbling in a very good way (and it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't eaten anything today, besides a smoothie, because I went to the dentist this morning and he drilled into my tooth (almost to my toes from the feel of things) and I still have yet to regain a normal sensation in my mouth. I hate going to the dentist!! But enough on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Just get out there and make the most of your extra 24 hours, 1660 minutes. You won't get it for another 4 years!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-206100482461226025?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/206100482461226025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=206100482461226025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/206100482461226025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/206100482461226025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-february-29th.html' title='Happy February 29th'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8dXa9DvDrI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fv8aMNp5aGU/s72-c/fun+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-120578977787162422</id><published>2008-02-24T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:31:09.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. . . mom is upstairs doing laundry and therefore out of sight, sister is down for a nap, your 5 year old is bored, and the camera has been left out???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Say Cheese, B&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8Hd-tDvDpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_7y0Et9wxYI/s1600-h/fun+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170657916514930322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8Hd-tDvDpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_7y0Et9wxYI/s200/fun+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HhANDvDqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/jbGXR-9L1vc/s1600-h/fun+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170661240819617442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HhANDvDqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/jbGXR-9L1vc/s200/fun+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and of coures, you get your favorite stuffed animals to strike a pose and give you thier best smiles possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HdNNDvDnI/AAAAAAAAASk/8eo2eKyf5KI/s1600-h/fun+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170657066111405682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HdNNDvDnI/AAAAAAAAASk/8eo2eKyf5KI/s200/fun+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Spice Bear and Sugar Bear - Cheese!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HdYtDvDoI/AAAAAAAAASs/gVSqePLTXaM/s1600-h/fun+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170657263679901314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8HdYtDvDoI/AAAAAAAAASs/gVSqePLTXaM/s200/fun+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Spice Bear, Breanna Bunny and Sugar Bear are ready for thier close-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;These are just a few of the 30+ pictures (I am not even kidding) that were taken on the camera before the memory card filled up and the battery went dead. I didn't even know she had taken the pictures until I went to use the camera for something else and found the battery dead and the memory card full. I guess it also explains why I found Breanna, Sugar and Spice Bear all proped up and posed on the chair. &lt;/span&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/6230640886305807123-120578977787162422?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/120578977787162422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=120578977787162422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/120578977787162422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/120578977787162422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-happens-when.html' title='What happens when . . .'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R8Hd-tDvDpI/AAAAAAAAAS0/_7y0Et9wxYI/s72-c/fun+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-2561883958385326282</id><published>2008-02-06T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:45:12.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking on the Bright Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; - so now I need to balance out my frustration with the insane amount of snow we have been getting by sharing some of the fun things we have been doing to help us forget about the hand cramping, back breaking, uselessness of snow removal during the middle of winter when there are still 3 more storms on thier way. And that's just with the latest 7 day forecast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o-eDLUhqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gMxNUh3E5bw/s1600-h/fun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164008608703481506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o-eDLUhqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gMxNUh3E5bw/s200/fun+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here's to the fun, the happy, the memory making moments that bring on a much needed smile and a warm fuzzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Here's to the dressing up in silly costumes, because seriously, where are we going to go with 5 feet of snow on the roads and not a snow plow anywhere in sight? Better to just stay at home and dress up in your sparkliest, funnest outfit possible. BB2 spent the entire day in this outfit and she only ever wore the one Cindrelle shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I guess she was just being true to character. Although the witch hat threw in a little twist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;BB1&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o-uTLUhrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QYUTtBO6N2s/s1600-h/fun+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164008887876355762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o-uTLUhrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QYUTtBO6N2s/s200/fun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was the prettest looking witch, complete with dark eyes and "witchy" lipstick as she called it. Really it was just my eyeliner and a really deep plum lipstick she found in my make-up bag. But on bottem she was all dancer with her princess crown tights and ballet shoes. Guess she just wanted to be prepared for anything. Cast a spell, dance with the prince. She had all her bases covered. The girls stays like this all day long until it was time to put on jammies and get into bed. I almost thought BB2 would want to wear her little skirt over her jammies. I am sure that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_MDLUhsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oii7u11TYY8/s1600-h/fun+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164009398977464002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_MDLUhsI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oii7u11TYY8/s200/fun+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To BB2 dressing up in sister's scarf and gloves and then zooming around the downstairs on our little pink scooter bike, screaming wheeeee and wooooooooo as loud as she can, never once showing fear as she took a corner around the couch or the table going mock-9 with her little piggy tails flapping in the wind behind he&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAhjLUhzI/AAAAAAAAARs/h_Bd8TuuaRk/s1600-h/fun+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010867856279346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAhjLUhzI/AAAAAAAAARs/h_Bd8TuuaRk/s200/fun+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;venturing forth onto our lawn and sinking down into the snow almost to my hips, BB1's waist, just so we can shoveling the snow into a great big huge mound and then shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; it into the world biggest snowman ever. This baby is complete with 3 snow mounds as every decent snowman must have if he is even to be remotely presentable in snow man society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAXjLUhyI/AAAAAAAAARk/hnydMpJmVr4/s1600-h/fun+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010696057587490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAXjLUhyI/AAAAAAAAARk/hnydMpJmVr4/s200/fun+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, in truth, it may not the world biggest snowman, but it is definetly the biggest snow man on the block and that counts for something. This snow man comes complete with hair (twigs) and arms (branches), scarf (courtesy of mom) and carrot nose (thanks to the makers of realistic plastic fruits and vegetables) and eyes and mouth from our rose bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;BB1 &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pMVjLUh2I/AAAAAAAAASE/dJVhmw6wqeU/s1600-h/fun+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164023855837382498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pMVjLUh2I/AAAAAAAAASE/dJVhmw6wqeU/s200/fun+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was very exstatic about the results and thought that her snowman was way cooler than the dinosaur the kids across the street where trying to make. (I won't even mention what Papa Bear thought they were originally making when he first saw it - and if you really want to know, you'll have to call and ask.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_jjLUhuI/AAAAAAAAARE/gowATmWahDs/s1600-h/fun+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164009802704389858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_jjLUhuI/AAAAAAAAARE/gowATmWahDs/s200/fun+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; snow drifts that are now so high that the snow can no longer be thrown on top as all you succeed in doing is knocking down more snow than you just shoveled up - but that make for a great high chair for the girls to sit on once mom has thrown then up on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Can you see the ground in the picture on the left? Just to give you a little insight in to just how much snow we are dealing with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;BTW - It is very easy to loose sight of your little ones with snow piled up this high, as I learned for myself as BB1 and BB2 were playing (as I was once again shoveling the walkways clear) and I realized I had no idea where they were. They had walked around the corner from where I had left them and since I couldn't even see the tops of thier little snow hats, I had to yell for them to determine their location. Scary for just a moment, but in reality, they would have only been able to circle back to our driveway, so worry for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_4DLUhwI/AAAAAAAAARU/ybgw_7Uy8Ps/s1600-h/fun+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010154891708162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_4DLUhwI/AAAAAAAAARU/ybgw_7Uy8Ps/s200/fun+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; getting to eat the freshes, whitest, sparklingest newely fallen snow, before mom steps in and says to not eat said snow. Sometimes it just pays to be a kid and not think about what is in something and how it might hurt you or make you sick, before putting it in your mouth.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAFzLUhxI/AAAAAAAAARc/_09ARTCNqb4/s1600-h/fun+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164010391114909458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pAFzLUhxI/AAAAAAAAARc/_09ARTCNqb4/s200/fun+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To deciding that your hands aren't getting the snow into your mouth fast enough so you turn to the shovel and the bucket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;The picture on the right was taken just before BB2 decided it would be a good idea to take off her gloves and then her snow boots and finally her socks before mom noticed her undressing herself. To bad it resulted in her being picked up and taken back inside as mom decided she has probably had enough snow and cold for one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pHLDLUh1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_BOv6U9w-xc/s1600-h/fun+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164018177890617170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pHLDLUh1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/_BOv6U9w-xc/s200/fun+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the aftermath - and oh so yearning look - I was given by BB2 from inside the house (sorry for the glare) as BB1 and I stayed outside to finish our snow man and BB2 had to watch our activities from the warmth of the house. Guess next time she won't try and strip naked to go a'frolickin in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; bending over backwards as you can only do when you are five years old and as flexible as a young willow tree. BB1 will soon be delighting us with cartwheels and roundoffs and back flips. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pNvTLUh3I/AAAAAAAAASM/LLAtPR9cNVc/s1600-h/fun+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164025397730641778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pNvTLUh3I/AAAAAAAAASM/LLAtPR9cNVc/s200/fun+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is if her gymnastics teacher has anything to say about it. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o_YjLUhtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CmGTu5KNHj4/s1600-h/fun+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She goes on Saturdays for about 45 minutes and on her very first day, she kept trying to do this hand-stand-down-into-a-somersualt thing, instead of the cart wheel flips her teacher was trying to get her to do. It was fun to watch, especially as she had NO FEAR. May she never lose that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pBVTLUh0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/iHO0mU_EOmI/s1600-h/fun+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pRXDLUh4I/AAAAAAAAASU/-wKXvlqikQQ/s1600-h/fun+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164029379165325186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6pRXDLUh4I/AAAAAAAAASU/-wKXvlqikQQ/s200/fun+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally to snuggling up in a warm fleecy blanket to "watch a show". JoJo's circus is what is keeping BB2 so captivated and still for just a moment for mom to take this picture. I love how content and calm she is. So unlike the whirl wind of energy and activity that usually surrounds this kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;And for once she is not eating something or asking in her little voice for "a bite" or "mine". The latest is what she says when ever she sees someone eating something that she then decides she wants. "Mine, Mine".  I m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;akes me think of those sea gulls in Finding Nemo that only ever say that word - "Mine" over and over again. Luckily, she also says please and thank you. Little rewards for knowing you are doing things right when your kids use thier manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;So, while Mother Nature may be kicking our behind, atleast we are having the last laugh. Anyone want to come for a visit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6230640886305807123-2561883958385326282?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2561883958385326282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2561883958385326282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2561883958385326282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2561883958385326282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-on-bright-side.html' title='Looking on the Bright Side'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R6o-eDLUhqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gMxNUh3E5bw/s72-c/fun+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-5330421755662119056</id><published>2008-02-06T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:05:15.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Futility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Futility: The quality of having no useful result, uselessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So lately I have been feeling a lot like I do the same thing over and over again only to turn around and find myself doing the exact same thing all over again.  Doesn't this sound like a waste of time and effort.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;This is exactly how I feel about the following tasks and I thought I would share my frustration with you - aren't you feeling lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;1 - Pickup up toys - the same toys that are supposed to be contains in one small basket downstairs, that without any explaination seem to double and triple in size and quantity.  I guess the only reasonable explaination is that the playroom is trying to make a break from it's upstairs location, downstairs to my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;2 - Shoveling snow - especially while it is still snowing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;3 - Wiping down the counter tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;4 - Doing any of the following cleaning activities while your basement is being finished and insulationers, dry wallers, plumbers and electricians are running around your house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;*dusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;*sweeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;*mopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;*vacuuming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;5 - Loading/emptying the dishwasher.  I really feel like the dishwasher is always open, either to have clean dished taken out and put away or dirty dishes loaded into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;6 - Laundry - just when I get the last load of clothes folded and finally put away, I have 6 more loads ready to go.  Is this really what I am supposed to be spending my day dealing with?Seriously?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;7 - Did I mention shoveling snow, clearing sidewalks and driveways??  If not, then it needs to be mentioned again.  Apparently someone really prayed super duper extra hard and long for a really good snow pack this winter and Mother Nature is taking thier request to heart and giving them all she has got.  And she is concentrating her efforts in my neighborhood.  We are at the breaking point with no more places to push the snow too.  I don't even want to think about the mess we will be dealing with once it starts to melt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Big, Big Sigh! Thanks for listening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-5330421755662119056?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5330421755662119056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5330421755662119056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5330421755662119056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5330421755662119056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/lessons-in-futility.html' title='Lessons in Futility'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8118548597189256009</id><published>2008-01-14T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:07:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So after 10 days "out sick" from school,  BB1 finally got to go back. . . And it was time. . . not only for her sake but for my sanity as well.  I was right to think that I would run out of ideas for ways to keep her occupied and out of trouble.  I ran out of ideas/thing to do yesterday. So timing worked out just about right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took her into school and the second she walked into the classroom, 3 little girls jumped up and where like "BB1", "BB1's back", "Oh, we have missed you BB1" It was too cute.  One little girl (who lives in the neighborhood and who has been a super close friend) refused to leave her side, until BB1 was done taking off her jacket and hanging up her backpack and went to sit down at her desk.  Again, too cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I just love how excited kids seemed to get to just see someone who has been gone.  I guess I can liken the feeling to when I get to see family and friends whom I haven't seen in a while - you just feel all warm and bubbly inside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So it's good that she is back at school and back to full health.  I am not sure what BB2 will do, since I think she has gotten used to having BB1 around to play with her all day.  This has actually been really great for me in terms of giving me some free time to get other, non-kid related things done (like paying bills, cleaning the house, shoveling snow, yelling at the phone company, you know!) And I have to say, they have been playing really well together.  I love that right now, they get along and are at just the right age that BB1 can boss BB2 around, and BB2 doesn't seem to mind.  I know it won't last, so for now I will enjoy their camaraderie (sp?) and BB2's tolerance of BB1's orders while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8118548597189256009?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8118548597189256009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8118548597189256009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8118548597189256009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8118548597189256009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-2297034070226596405</id><published>2008-01-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:18:05.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4WVr67Xt-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/q9y_gQ_I43s/s1600-h/january+snow+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153689930380589026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4WVr67Xt-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/q9y_gQ_I43s/s200/january+snow+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt; just how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;much snow do you have to get here in order to get it officially termed a snow day? Apparently the 4+ feet that we received in one day was not enough to warrant that status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;My heart went out to the kids that I saw standing on the corner just waiting for their bus to come and take them to school. The smart ones were bundled up to where no ounce of flesh could be seen, but there was one silly boy (Jr. high or high school/freshman age) in a simple black T-shirt and shorts and tennis shoes. He was not so bright and deserves whatever sicknesses come his way.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4WV1a7Xt_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-ZXVDLF3GZI/s1600-h/january+snow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153690093589346290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4WV1a7Xt_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-ZXVDLF3GZI/s200/january+snow+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Here are just a few pictures of our mailbox, the front walkway up to the house, and the walkway around to the garage. I only wish I had a ruler (or a tape measure) to actually see how much was up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Papa Bear and I both were outside tackling the white stuff, and the first round definitely went to Mother Nature and her snow attack as I kid you not, just as soon as we would finish clearing a walk way or deck we would turn around and same said path/deck was covered right back up again. Talk about feeling like you were getting no where fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4Wbqa7XuBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GAz3xBaJPTM/s1600-h/january+snow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153696501680551954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4Wbqa7XuBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/GAz3xBaJPTM/s200/january+snow+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least we were both able to take a moment an appreciate the total silence that seems to be unique to a massive snow fall. I love how everything is so perfect and white. I love watching the big fat snow flakes fall from the sky almost to the point where you feel like you are punching into hyper drive and shooting through space. It was a great moment, ended all to soon, by BB1 and BB1 screaming bloody murder inside the house, because hey, if mom and dad were both outside then that's where they needed to be as well. Never mind the RSV, ear infections and walking pneumonia. BTW - the girls are getting better and doing just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And for those of you in warmer weather that don't have to deal with the snow, I have only one thing to say to you - Lucky!!!&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/6230640886305807123-2297034070226596405?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2297034070226596405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=2297034070226596405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2297034070226596405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/2297034070226596405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day-anyone.html' title='Snow Day anyone?'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R4WVr67Xt-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/q9y_gQ_I43s/s72-c/january+snow+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-5210671111294747130</id><published>2008-01-07T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:41:03.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a cold . . . yah right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;That's what I thought we were dealing with and like all good mom's I did everything I could think of to provide some relief to my coughing, runny nose, feverish child.  Especially since the FDA decided that OTC medicines were ineffective for kids under the age of 6.  So commenced the steamy baths to relieve the cough, medicated chest rub for easier breathing, cough drops for relief from the hacking cough.  Motrin and Tylenol alternating out every 4 hours to help with the fever and lots and lots of liquids, Popsicles, hugs and kisses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;3 days later came the statement, "my ear hurts" and I knew it was time to call the Dr.'s office.  This was on  Saturday, so I knew I wasn't going to get in during normal hours, but they have a kids clinic on the weekends (thankfully) so I thought I would be able to get her seen at the clinic.  Of course there was a mix up with the clinic hours posted on the web site (it said they were open till 6) and when the office was actually open (they stopped seeing patients at 4), so she couldn't get in on Saturday.  (did I mention I made the call to the Clinic at 3:45)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So after talking with the on-call nurse, she tells me to keep doing all the things I am already doing and just call in and get an appointment Sunday morning during Sunday clinic hours.  Guess there is no previous scheduling for the clinic.  So Sunday morning dawns cold and snowy, but I call in and get the 10:45 slot.  Leave BB2 at home with dad and take BB1 through a nasty snow storm to the doctors to find out that her cold is not a cold, it's worse than we thought.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;After having the nurse and then the Dr. come in and check all her vitals and ears,and throat and heart rate/pulse, I get the possible diagnosis.  It's either Bronchiolitis, RSV or Pneumonia.  Oh and on top of that possible diagnosis, her right ear drum has definitely ruptured from the infection that is present in both of her ears and and her oxygen levels are at 87% (normal is 95+).  When presented with that huge list of problems, it's easy to be overwhelmed.  Luckily the Dr and I were on the same page and our first priority was to fix her oxygen levels, so the Dr. ordered a breathing treatment asap and a full panel to rule out RSV, Influenza and a whole slew of other things that I don't remember, but that didn't sound very good.  Of course that involved some deep suctioning of BB1's nasal passages (she was not happy or amused about that one) but as long as she wasn't getting a shot she was able to keep it all in perspective (at least that of a 5 year old) with a little persuasion from mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;After the breathing treatment, her oxygen levels were reassessed and she had only gone up one percentage point to 88 so the Dr. suggested sending her upstairs to the Pediatric Unit to be admitted for oxygen, another breathing treatment, monitoring and a chest x-ray (to help rule out pneumonia) and if none of that came back with any more answers, then we would order blood work and take it from there.  Given BB1'a absolute intolerance to anything shot related, I appreciated the Dr's taking her fears into account and going about the diagnosis process in a way that still gave answers without torturing my little girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So upstairs we went, and once she was in her room she got the breathing treatment, hooked up to a monitor and given a round of antibiotics for her ear.  An hour later, the x-ray tech came and gave her a ride in a wheel chair down to the x-ray room (she thought that was pretty cool) and she did awesome standing very still while the tech took some pictures of her insides.  She asked to see what they looked like and she thought it was pretty cool that she could see her ribs and lungs and other insides.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;SO back upstairs in the wheelchair and back onto the monitor where her oxygen levels continued to fluctuate between 89 and 91 (are the treatments working?) I still didn't know if she was going to have to be admitted overnight and the nurses, didn't know either.  So we spent the afternoon watching movies (4 in total), having a room service delivery of chicken fingers, chicken noodle soup and an Oreo milkshake, followed up with a blue Popsicle, sprite and graham crackers and an apple.  BB1 was happy as a clam and kept wanting to order something else from the room service menu, and she really had me questioning just how sick she was.  Even the nurses commented that if they didn't know better, they wouldn't think she was sick from outward appearances.  I guess she just hasn't learned to milk it yet (should I be grateful for this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;During the next 5 hours we had plenty of time to wait for updates and her oxygen levels decided to jump up a bit and she got in the 93 - 94 range, which was good news to me, but still no word on the results from the x-ray or what we were going to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;By 6:30 the Dr. who first saw her in the clinic earlier that morning came up and finally gave us the news on the x-ray.  She didn't have the really bad version of Pneumonia, just more of a walking type pneumonia, which isn't good, just not as bad as it could have been.  They were still waiting on the results from the full panel they had requested that morning (guess it takes a day to get info back) for the RSV/Influenza  possibilities, but given that her oxygen levels were back up where they should be and given how good she was acting, they didn't' think she needed to stay overnight for observation.  But they did want to send her home with oxygen, a monitor and a nebulizer for additional breathing treatments, should her stats take a turn back down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So armed with what felt like a hundred different prescriptions (in truth - 5) and an order for home health to come and bring us multiple machines (oxygen, nebulizer and a pulsoxomiter(sp?), we set off for the only open, 24-hour pharmacy in Northern Utah on a Sunday evening.  we were home by 8:45 and BB1 was in bed by 9:30.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;All in all, a very long day, but we were home.  I have to admit after the home health guy left and seeing all the equipment and tubing now installed in her room, I almost wonder if staying at the hospital would have been easier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So how is BB1 doing today - just fine.  She's on antibiotics for the ear infection and breathing treatments to help her lungs open and heal up.  She gets a week off from school and I am only hoping I can find enough things to do around the house to keep her entertained and me from going stir crazy since we won't be leaving the house and going anywhere anytime soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Before I forget - the results from the full panel are back and she tested positive for RSV, which is viral and so antibiotics won't do her any good (dump one prescription down the drain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Incidentally - BB2 is beginning to get the same cough and stuff that BB1 started out with.  And tonight the fever is kicking in.  Guess it's a good thing that BB1 has a follow-up appointment tomorrow during regular Dr's hours and I had the foresight to book an appointment for BB2 as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;All in all I just have to say for all the ups and downs, I am grateful for clinics and Dr's and good health insurance and for pharmacy's that are open on Sundays in a state where everything seems to be closed and especially for kids that no matter how miserable they might be feeling are still the best kids ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;There is also some humor to be found (isn't there always when you most need it) This afternoon, when asked to come down stairs to eat her lunch - for the 3rd time, mind you -&lt;br /&gt;BB1's reply:"Mom, I didn't hear you. My ears are broken" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-5210671111294747130?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5210671111294747130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5210671111294747130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5210671111294747130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5210671111294747130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-cold-yah-right.html' title='Just a cold . . . yah right!'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-1667317161485309587</id><published>2007-12-26T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:48:55.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Day After Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twas the day after Christmas and all throughout the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3K0k67Xt8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/xb0zDwtyACE/s1600-h/Dec+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148375870424463298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3K0k67Xt8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/xb0zDwtyACE/s200/Dec+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;all the kiddies were up and running around through the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;So many presents to play with and good treats to still eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;While mom and dad might be sleepy, the kids keep us on our feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Wrappings and ribbons are still strewn on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;a huge mess indeed, that I am choosing to ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;The kids will spend the day playing with their goodies galore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;and I will be grateful that I don't have to go to any stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am happy to be living and breathing with my loves ones so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3K2oq7Xt9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7rs29N45Ck0/s1600-h/Dec+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148378133872228306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3K2oq7Xt9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7rs29N45Ck0/s200/Dec+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;and I am content to just sit here, remembering a great year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;OK - so I am not as eloquent as others I know, but I thought it would be fun to try and create a little story to capture what our Christmas Day (and the aftermath) consisted of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;And now I am done. Sorry if that was painful for some of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Here's what's been going on at our house since last I posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Christmas Eve - 7:30 ish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KucK7Xt0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pYfBztbHrw4/s1600-h/Christmas+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148369123030841154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KucK7Xt0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/pYfBztbHrw4/s200/Christmas+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;the girls got new Jammies. How stink'in cute do they look. BB1 loved her nighttime dress and who doesn't like a kid in polka dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Christmas Eve - 11:30 ish - Santa was in Cedar City, UT according to NORAD tracking. Good thing we are went to bed when we did, so that Santa could come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Christmas Day - 7:30 am - BB1 wakes up first (which I thought was awesome considering Papa Bear and I both woke up at 5 wondering when we were going to get pounced on by the wee ones) She went to Papa Bear's side of the bed first (I guess she has learned that I don't respond so well that early in the morning) and told him that Santa had come and there were some really big presents under the tree. . . SO big they weren't even wrapped. . .and to hurry up and come down stairs. She then immediately ran into BB2's room and the words that came floating back down the hallway were - "BB2, wake up - Santa came and there are sooooo many presents. YIPPEEEE!!" This statement was then immediately followed up with excited giggles, laughter and clapping from both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kuuq7Xt1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/kb3tecoFtsA/s1600-h/Christmas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148369440858421074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kuuq7Xt1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/kb3tecoFtsA/s200/Christmas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KvrK7Xt3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LbD5rIdG1WM/s1600-h/Christmas+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148370480240506738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KvrK7Xt3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/LbD5rIdG1WM/s200/Christmas+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;I got video of them sliding down the stairs and their first reaction to the bounty that awaited them. Once I figure out how to upload video, you'll get to see the comedy and joy that only kids on Christmas morning can create. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Question - Can you really be in 5 different places at once. Answer - YES!, if there are presents with your name on them in 5 different places. Trust me on this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Stockings came first and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kwbq7Xt4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NkS-_PuCxDs/s1600-h/Christmas+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148371313464162178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kwbq7Xt4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NkS-_PuCxDs/s200/Christmas+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;rest of the morning was a blur of ribbons and wrapping paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Ku4a7Xt2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z4U4XfJx3jQ/s1600-h/Christmas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148369608362145634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Ku4a7Xt2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z4U4XfJx3jQ/s200/Christmas+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;flying around the room. What I remember the most is the warm and happy feeling in my heart as I watched the ones I love the most so excited and happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;BB1 is now a rock star and we expect some pretty spectacular performances from her in the near future and BB2 is on her way to becoming a great mommy (she loves her new little baby) and a Galaxy Explorer with her new Space Buggy. It was all we could do to get her out of the car and eat some breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Both the girls where great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kwv67Xt5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YibBby4c-Es/s1600-h/Christmas+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148371661356513170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3Kwv67Xt5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YibBby4c-Es/s200/Christmas+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;when it came to not eating all of &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KxWq7Xt6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/T4BzCR4fLgc/s1600-h/Christmas+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148372327076444066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KxWq7Xt6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/T4BzCR4fLgc/s200/Christmas+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the candy from their stockings (I am still not sure how I got so lucky on that one) and after a breakfast of really yummy crumb cake, bacon and eggs, they spent the next several hours just playing with all their new toys. Both the girls got new teddy bears which have been named Sugar (BB1) and Spice (BB2) and they could not be more appropriate in describing the child they belong too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;The rest of the day was just hanging around. Papa Bear hung a new light fixture in the garage and shoveled a bunch of snow. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KyAK7Xt7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qFCBOKUgPkE/s1600-h/Christmas+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148373040041015218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KyAK7Xt7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/qFCBOKUgPkE/s200/Christmas+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cleaned out the play room, to make room for all the new toys and BB1 got all dressed up to play in the snow. We all got to take a nap (one of the best things about Christmas Day), except for BB1 who said she was not in the slightest bit tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Dinner consisted of the most delicious of spiral sliced ham (thank you Target for having such a great deal on them - 1.14/lb.) and yummy salad and rolls. If anyone is in the mood for a nice ham sandwich you know where to get one, seriously, we will be eating it all week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KsHK7XtyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/znej0my1EEk/s1600-h/Christmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366563230332706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KsHK7XtyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/znej0my1EEk/s200/Christmas+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;So definitely a great Christmas. The only way to improve on it would be to have family and friends near by to share it with. We only hope everyone had as great a Christmas where ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Oh - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KuRa7XtzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mNAiS9hkSEI/s1600-h/Christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148368938347247410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3KuRa7XtzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mNAiS9hkSEI/s200/Christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;before I forget- On Christmas Eve - BB1 wanted to get her face painted like a clown. Not sure where the idea came from, but she got all dressed up as a clown (thanks JoJo the clown costume for finally fitting 2 years after we purchased it for Halloween) and the pictures are just too cute not to share. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6230640886305807123-1667317161485309587?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1667317161485309587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1667317161485309587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1667317161485309587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1667317161485309587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-day-after-christmas.html' title='Twas the Day After Christmas'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R3K0k67Xt8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/xb0zDwtyACE/s72-c/Dec+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-184241993188381645</id><published>2007-12-24T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:42:59.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Yep - that's right.  As I type this post, we are currently tracking Santa's where abouts.  Right now he is in Valparaiso, Chile.  BB1 couldn't be more excited about seeing where he is right now, cause as she just informed me seconds ago "it means he is on his way to our house."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;As a kid, I could never fall asleep on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to come.  I would just lay there in bed telling myself to go to sleep, but my little body was filled with so much raw excitement and energy it took all my strength to not pop out of bed like a Mexican jumping bean every 2 seconds.  I never actually remember falling asleep, but eventually I must have as Christmas morning always came and Santa had always made his delivery just like I hoped he would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Even now I still feel that boundless excitement and energy, and even more so now that I can see the joy that Christmas brings to my two little ones.  I love seeing the light  and wonder of the season shining through their eyes.  I hope they have a good Christmas and take away the most important presents of all - love for all mankind, peace for the earth, joy in the heavens and the miracle of the birth of one tiny baby and the endless possibilities of hope that event has brought for all of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I know BB1 got it this year about the giving of presents, especially to her teacher and classmates.  She was so excited to give out her little present and she got so sad when she thought she was one short (side note - she wasn't and everyone walked away with a treat) BB2 loves going up to the tree and looking up at the lights and ornaments and have been REALLY good about  not taking them off. (did I get lucky or what).  Just a little glimpse into our Christmas doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, BB1 just told BB2 that they both needed to be sure to get to bed on time so that Santa could come and deliver his presents.  It's 7:30 and the earliest these two have wanted to go to bed for a while, especially at thier own request.  I will not say be saying no to this one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Also, Santa is now in Moyobamba, Peru and getting closer and closer and closer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-184241993188381645?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/184241993188381645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=184241993188381645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/184241993188381645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/184241993188381645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/tracking-santa.html' title='Tracking Santa'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-8436701611288366820</id><published>2007-12-13T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:29:23.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Because this is too cute not to share.  Below is the letter that BB1 emailed to Santa for Christmas.  She wrote it (with the help of Papa Bear) and all the words (for the most part) are from her own mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I have been super nice this year! I have listened to my parents and done most things that they have asked me to. I love my little sister so much and help her with lots of things like walking and eating and getting dressed. I keep my room and my play room clean most of the time. Most of the time I make my bed and I put my pajamas away. Below are the toys I would like for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kawasaki 4-Wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Barbie Bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fur Real Friends Butterscotch Pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kitchen Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hannah Montana Microphone Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Barbie Corvette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Barbie TV-DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Video Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Laptop Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straightening Iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Arts and Craft Supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love, BB1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;That being shared - I find simple joy in the way that technology keeps up with even something as simple as being able to send a letter via email to a big fat man with a predisposition for red and all thing jolly, with all your wishes attached, and knowing he will get it and even respond (yep, Santa had already written BB1 a response back).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I guess there is some merit to being on the "nice" side of the list more times than the "naughty" one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;So, what are you asking Santa for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-8436701611288366820?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8436701611288366820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=8436701611288366820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8436701611288366820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/8436701611288366820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-letter-to-santa.html' title='Christmas Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-6078500083365598547</id><published>2007-12-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:50:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This letter was sent to me by my sister-in-law (author unknown) but it's message needed to be shared with all the wonderful moms, grandmothers, aunts, friends and women I know who can appreciate the sentiment expressed within.  Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the kids doctors office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are my Christmas wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will clear my conscience immensely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours Always,&lt;br /&gt;MOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-6078500083365598547?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6078500083365598547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6078500083365598547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6078500083365598547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6078500083365598547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-4548376879229130042</id><published>2007-12-03T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:59:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RhUsnsjvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JxE2SByplOw/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139840082939514610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RhUsnsjvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VPBeOXFIc3E/s200/Snow+Fun+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well we have had our first official snow fall, and if this storm is an indicator of how much snow we are going to be getting at our new house, then we are definitely going to have to buy a snow blower. There is no way we are going to just be able to shovel the few inches we are used to getting and be done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In Colorado, the snow (for the most part) stayed where it belonged - in the mountains. But I guess that is not the case here. Oh no my friends, here it snows in feet and at last unofficial measure, we got almost a foot of the cold white stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks to a mysterious rumour that Papa Bear had broken his arm, (BTW - his arm is NOT broken) our very kind and generous neighbor showed up with his snow blower to help with our drive way and sidewalks. Without his help we might still be shoveling our way out 2 days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rh0cnsjxI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y8DeJMHGCyg/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139840628400361234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rh0cnsjxI/AAAAAAAAANE/w-Wp333A1to/s200/Snow+Fun+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rho8nsjwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ho4NDWqfWYc/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139840430831865602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rho8nsjwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TSvx9KNfWoI/s200/Snow+Fun+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have to admit that the snow made for a very pretty picture at our house, as it blanketed the scrub oak that permeates our yard and neighborhood. I just wish I had taken a picture of it to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once we finally let her outside to play, BB1 had a blast. BB2, on the other hand, took a little more convincing. As long as she was just standing in the snow she was fine, but the minute she fell back into the snow, she was not a happy camper. And she really didn't like the time that she fell over forward into the snow. Darn snow boots that make it too hard to balance or even walk! Luckily mom was there to rescue her and dad to give her kisses to make her cold cheeks disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RmdMnsj2I/AAAAAAAAANs/IQHOF9qpAuY/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139845726526541666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RmdMnsj2I/AAAAAAAAANs/gOigF4-wt-0/s200/Snow+Fun+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rlbcnsj0I/AAAAAAAAANc/_XYff9tq87g/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139844596950142786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rlbcnsj0I/AAAAAAAAANc/MVO0BdhN6Bo/s200/Snow+Fun+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a little bit of snow fun, &lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e took both the kids over on Papa Bears newest toy (a 4 wheeler) to a little park area in our neighborhood with some nice slopes and let BB1 "snowboard". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I use that term loosely, as sitting on the snow board and using it as a sled don't really count as snowboarding, but hey, she was having fun.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RmNcnsj1I/AAAAAAAAANk/jCuvINu4cs8/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139845455943602002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RmNcnsj1I/AAAAAAAAANk/NbUCs_1W7XU/s200/Snow+Fun+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She also got a really good lesson about the laws of motion that state (very loosely I might add) that what goes up, must come down, or in the case of sledding what goes down, must come up. It was pure comedy watching her try and bring the board back up the hill &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rrrsnsj4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xYBRUClDcxs/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139851473192783746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Rrrsnsj4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6Mo-qe4rlLY/s200/Snow+Fun+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and loose her grip on it and then have to chase back down after the slippery little thing, but I guess situations like these build character or perseverance or teach on of those important life lesson, right? Hopefully it just made her appreciate and enjoy the smooth ride down all the more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;During this whole sledding adventure, BB2 was just content to sit on the trash can lid we brought in the hope of using as a sled (it didn't work) and "help" me and Papa Bear make a snow alligator for BB1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; We tried for the old fashion snow man, but the snow just wasn't wet enough. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RrOcnsj3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1LVG5gxxe0w/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139850970681610098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RrOcnsj3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CBDw05HH2V4/s200/Snow+Fun+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of the girls with their little snow creature. who turned out pretty darn good - IMHO (in my humble opinion).&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Ri9MnsjzI/AAAAAAAAANU/Kh_igCvdcjM/s1600-R/Snow+Fun+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139841878235844402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1Ri9MnsjzI/AAAAAAAAANU/uOcfRbaV3ys/s200/Snow+Fun+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Also, While Papa Bear and I were making the snow alligator for BB1, BB2 discovered that eating the snow off her gloves was pretty tasty and that maybe this white stuff wasn't so terrible after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BB1 started eating the snow the minute she got outside which makes me think that maybe I should just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;be grateful that it was freshly fallen snow that they were eating and not snow that had been plowed, shoveled and tacked through by who knows what little forest creatures and random neighborhood animals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BB1 seems to think all snow is fair game for eating, which makes me sick to even think about what she might be putting into her mouth along with the snow. I have told her all about not eating yellow or brown snow (gross to even write about) and I only hope she listens to me on this one. Thank heavens for kids with strong immunity systems. Here's to them working overtime!! And enough talk about yellow snow!! :o}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6230640886305807123-4548376879229130042?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4548376879229130042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=4548376879229130042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4548376879229130042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/4548376879229130042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R1RhUsnsjvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VPBeOXFIc3E/s72-c/Snow+Fun+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-5182742425168544408</id><published>2007-11-29T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:31:53.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08boTrpxII/AAAAAAAAAMs/dbMfNad1ciY/s1600-h/Santas+Village+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138356079145108610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08boTrpxII/AAAAAAAAAMs/dbMfNad1ciY/s200/Santas+Village+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has been going very well for our little family as of late, so I figured I would write about it before things change (not that I am hoping for more trials or hurdles of any kind). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason the world is moving just a little bit smoother is because Papa Bear is jumping in and helping out (without being asked first) with the girls and around the house. This is appreciated even more so than normal because right now he is in his final two weeks of the year and work stress is at an all time high as he is trying to get clients to bring in promised paperwork to make sure he hits his sales numbers. While this might seem like a strange thing to be grateful for, I am grateful for this extra help and participation in what often times feels like my part of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that it would be nice to go back to work.  You know outside the home.  Back to the officially recognized work place, the 9 - 5 routine (wait, I never did that - it was more like 8am - 9pm or later, but at least I was paid for the overtime).  Back to the place where you get to hang out with grow-ups and be involved in adult conversations on business, entertainment, financial news and world related topics.  Not the kid-centric, diaper checking/changing, "did-you-eat-your-lunch-before-you-need-to-catch-the-bus, "don't-hit-your-sister", "who-made-this-mess" conversations that I feel I have been having on a daily sometimes hourly basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, when I was working outside the home my day actually had beginnings and endings. I got to go to work. I got to leave work. I got to have a lunch break. I got to use the bathroom without having two kids trailing after me. I even got to sleep for 8+ hours straight with no interruptions from crying or whimpering kids who scream out in the middle of the night even though they are still fast asleep.  BB1 has done this with more frequency as of late and it scares the biggevis (sp?) out of me and sends me rushing into her room to make sure nothing has happened to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course since I am less than half awake and even less aware of my surroundings, I often wonder what good I would really be able to do in the instance that something was happening that actually required intelligent thought or action on my part.  Most nights I just pat her head, whisper a few soothing words (at least in my sleep muddled mind they seem soothing - in all actuality they could be grunts!) and stumble back to bed. A couple nights back she actually rolled/fell out of her bed and was left sitting on the floor, half awake and a little dazed. I am pretty sure I managed to pick her up and put her back into bed before I realized what I was doing - thank goodness that moms can function on auto pilot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, if I had to be completely honest with myself, for as much as I might look back on my working days with fondness, there are some things I don't miss.  I don't miss the mind blowing stress, the office politics, the deadlines or the commute.  I don't miss the crazy people you had to deal with (and every office has at least one).  And I do know that I would miss watching my little girls grow up and discover the world around them and helping them find their place in it.   I would miss seeing BB1 come home from school and telling me all about her day and listening to her plans for where we can go that day so that we can have family fun time.  I would miss BB2 and her constant "conversations" on her toy cell phone and her singing lullabies to her monkey.  She has hit a stride where she never stops saying something.  I wouldn't want to give those moments to anyone else, so for the time being, I make my peace with being out of the work force and in with the mom-force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, to my point and what I think I am really trying to say with this long rambling thread is that I am thankful to Papa Bear for stepping in with a more helping hand; even when he is at his busiest, because sometimes you just want to feel like you are not alone in doing the day to day things like feeding, washing, caring, soothing, clothing, changing, and constant picking up routines that all moms do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08bHDrpxHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ctjRc9PkkUA/s1600-h/Avery_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138355507914458226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08bHDrpxHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ctjRc9PkkUA/s200/Avery_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for BB1, she is doing awesome in school. During her recent PT conference, her teacher says she is an excellent Peace Maker - there is even a little pledge that goes with this and once I get her to recite it to me, I'll post it because it's just too cute. She is a great little helper to both her teacher and to other students. Granted we still have our "teaching moments" as we are calling them at home with BB1, but for the most part temper tantrums are getting shorter. Her initial over the top crying fits are diminishing and when she is told the ever dreaded "NO" she is getting better at accepting the answer and moving on with her day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08a1zrpxGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7bw3x6QeCHM/s1600-h/Kemry_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138355211561714786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08a1zrpxGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/7bw3x6QeCHM/s200/Kemry_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BB2 is a little mimic of all that is going on around her and pure entertainment when she tries to do all the big things she sees her sister doing. She gets so excited when it's time for Sis to go to school, but I think that has more to do with seeing the school bus, rather than getting rid of her sister for some one-on-one mom and BB2 time. She says "Thank you, mom!" which makes my day and when it's time for anyone to go anywhere, she's all about the "love you, bye-bye!!"  Her smiles and laughter are like gold and more precious to me than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;It just does my heart good to share my life with such unique, intelligent, inquisitive and beautiful little girls and even though at times they are frustrating and trying, I know it's due more to my short comings in patience and temper than in any fault of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Being a mom is hard, sometimes painful (ever get cracked in the head by a temper tantrum welding toddler?), emotionally and physically draining at times, but I would not trade it for any thing else in the world. The rewards in kisses, night time snuggles and "love you moms" is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;So to all the moms and dads (both present and future) hang in there, know that you are not alone in anything you may be dealing with, and just take a moment to enjoy and love your little ones for the special gifts they truly are.  Take a moment to appreciate your spouse, as he is in this with you, even if his focus is on different things.  And especially take a moment for yourself, to recognize all that you are doing and just know that it does count for something pretty great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;And if ever you need a helping hand, know that I am here to help (although at 3 in the morning it may be more in spirit than in physical being! :o)&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/6230640886305807123-5182742425168544408?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5182742425168544408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=5182742425168544408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5182742425168544408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/5182742425168544408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/smooth-sailing.html' title='Smooth Sailing'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R08boTrpxII/AAAAAAAAAMs/dbMfNad1ciY/s72-c/Santas+Village+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-1045120160471264378</id><published>2007-11-20T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:28:26.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends = Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Even though we spent almost as much time driving in the car as we did hanging out with our good friends the G's from Colorado, it was totally worth it to hang out with great people who just get us and visa verse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O7ajrpw-I/AAAAAAAAALc/TDmnwJ1j0WI/s1600-h/Santas+Village+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135154065061823458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O7ajrpw-I/AAAAAAAAALc/TDmnwJ1j0WI/s200/Santas+Village+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a very rare thing indeed to find a couple where both the husband and wife get along with both of us and it's an even better bonus when your kids all get along and in fact look forward to the time we can all spend together. In fact our kids get along so well, we have to wait to tell them we are getting together or there is not a moments peace from the questions of when we are going to get together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O66zrpw8I/AAAAAAAAALM/mQdOIIHja6o/s1600-h/Santas+Village+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135153519600976834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O66zrpw8I/AAAAAAAAALM/mQdOIIHja6o/s200/Santas+Village+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6tzrpw7I/AAAAAAAAALE/NyQ5IWcV3nw/s1600-h/Santas+Village+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135153296262677426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6tzrpw7I/AAAAAAAAALE/NyQ5IWcV3nw/s200/Santas+Village+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was our 3rd annual trip to Santa's Village in Colorado Springs, where there are more than enough nausea inducing spinning rides to last you for a life time. The kids went on everything from Santa's train, the aerial sky cabs, rocket ships, motorcycles and automobiles, a reindeer carousel to a giant peppermint slide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PI2zrpxBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YgwFK63Q0Ak/s1600-h/Santas+Village+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135168844044289042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PI2zrpxBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YgwFK63Q0Ak/s200/Santas+Village+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6dzrpw6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Exblb1Grrq0/s1600-h/Santas+Village+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135153021384770466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6dzrpw6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Exblb1Grrq0/s200/Santas+Village+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They could not get enough and BB1 could not get to the next ride fast enough. In fact she was so fast she got onto the Tilt-A-Whirl all by herself before we knew she had even gotten off the previous ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes, she is just too independent for her own good. Darn assertive and independent "I can do it myself" gene passed on by both her parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O7mTrpw_I/AAAAAAAAALk/AGaQHW8vI-c/s1600-h/Santas+Village+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135154266925286386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O7mTrpw_I/AAAAAAAAALk/AGaQHW8vI-c/s200/Santas+Village+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6TTrpw5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xNGv4relng4/s1600-h/Santas+Village+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135152840996144018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6TTrpw5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/xNGv4relng4/s200/Santas+Village+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending the day watching the simple joy on both my kids faces, I have decided that for as long as BB1 and now BB2 get enjoyment from their time at Santa's Village, then we will keep going. I know that the time will come when they will think the village is cheesy, so for now I will embrace their childlike enthusiasm for carnival type rides, I will let them think that hot chocolate, nachos and funnel cakes are a satisfactory lunch and I will provide an outlet for them to indulge in their whirly cup and Ferris wheel passions for as long as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O5jzrpw2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mWt-S_oAQcU/s1600-h/Santas+Village+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135152024952357730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O5jzrpw2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mWt-S_oAQcU/s200/Santas+Village+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the day wound to a close, the girls both got to pick out a special treat from the little candy factory in the Boys Toy Shop (and as to why it's not in the Girls Toy Shop, I will never know) and of course they both loved their little sugary treats. Papa Bear and I got to indulge in some pretty delicious fudge and I just have to say it's a good thing I don't know how to make the stuff because it's dangerous. Not that I couldn't make it, it's just that me (and my backside) would just prefer not to have that little bit of knowledge in my culinary repertoire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;This is also the 2nd time we have had a surprise run in with friends from our old neighborhood and it was great to catch up and just see how they are all doing. M&amp;amp;D - Congrats on Baby #3 and please keep me posted once she makes her grand debut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PJ1DrpxCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a3ME6oGTBO4/s1600-h/Santas+Village+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was just no time this trip for a visit to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo, which was a hard blow for BB1 to take when we told her we wouldn't be going, but we were able to take in the Sunday Brunch at the Broadmoor. I highly recommend going if you are ever in the area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PKMzrpxDI/AAAAAAAAAME/8rjoCgvAy04/s1600-h/Santas+Village+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135170321513038898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PKMzrpxDI/AAAAAAAAAME/8rjoCgvAy04/s200/Santas+Village+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PJ1DrpxCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a3ME6oGTBO4/s1600-h/Santas+Village+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to note that the kids were &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; in terms of their behavior. I guess all those little talks of being on their best behavior, because we were in a really nice place, must have sunk in. Of course there comes a time when it has to end as I have yet to find a way to make it last forever, but at least they were on their best manners when it really counted and for that I am grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;But back to the buffet - I have never seen so much food in all my life and in proper brunch fashion started with the dessert table, even though it was 9:00 am. Creme brulee, Black Forest Truffle, and a chocolate fountain - need I say more. I stayed away from all the things I would normally eat (like omelets and other simple breakfast foods) and indulged in fabulous cheeses, pastries and other breakfast delicacies. The cheese blintzes with strawberry sauce, fillet of beef tenderloin, honey baked ham were delicious. Also, for the first time ever I tried Eggs Benedict and it turns out they are a pretty tasty item. One of Papa Bears favorite items was the Bananas Foster (I tried a bite and it was delicious). I truly believe he tried everything there just to make sure he got his money's worth. Even BB1 got into the spirit of things and had everything from waffles to an ice cream sundae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6ADrpw4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/fr1gbAiAr8Q/s1600-h/Santas+Village+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135152510283662210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O6ADrpw4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/fr1gbAiAr8Q/s200/Santas+Village+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PPQjrpxEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zu_W34zPr6A/s1600-h/Santas+Village+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135175883495687234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0PPQjrpxEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/zu_W34zPr6A/s200/Santas+Village+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after eating for about 2 1/2 hours (and realizing with our aching tummys why we do not eat at buffets very often) we walked around and got a few family photos to capture the moment. Of course they are all on N&amp;amp;B's camera, so until I get them, you'll have to wait on pins and needles for the latest family photo. I know I am horrible about taking family picture with any kind of consistency, so I can only anticipate the excitement you must all be feeling of finally getting an updated picture. Just hang in there for a few more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6230640886305807123-1045120160471264378?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1045120160471264378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=1045120160471264378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1045120160471264378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/1045120160471264378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-friends-good-times.html' title='Good Friends = Good Times'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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://bp0.blogger.com/_m2_1v7XvWWw/R0O7ajrpw-I/AAAAAAAAALc/TDmnwJ1j0WI/s72-c/Santas+Village+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230640886305807123.post-6567266396722482963</id><published>2007-11-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:05:41.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…&lt;br /&gt;It’s about learning to dance in the rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I pulled this from an email sent to me and I guess it hit me given what I have been feeling, and so I will try and take from it the lesson that I need in this specific moment - I guess I need to learn to dance in the rain!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyone care to join me? :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6230640886305807123-6567266396722482963?l=theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6567266396722482963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6230640886305807123&amp;postID=6567266396722482963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6567266396722482963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6230640886305807123/posts/default/6567266396722482963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theloseelaughingplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/learning-to-dance.html' title='Learning to Dance'/><author><name>Mama Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578324373675536759</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-6230640886305807123.post-7645292598107363093</id><published>2007-11-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:59:53.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;or more to the point, what I don't want... in this moment I don't want to be mom anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't want to cook, I don't want to clean up the same mess over and over again, I don't want to be the referee, I don't want to have to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disciplinarian&lt;/span&gt;, rule maker or rule enforcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't want to be in charge, I don't want to break up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; between BB1 and BB2 over the same toy or blanket, I don't want to have to say "No" for the hundredth time when BB1 &lt;spa
