tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27326849452102136862024-03-13T22:02:07.172-06:00Live for Today, have Faith in TomorrowJust a blog about me, my family and life. :)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-35866662690405568592014-02-13T22:06:00.001-06:002014-02-13T22:16:46.725-06:00Art Journal<span class="userContent"></span><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_52fd93cd69aaa8962582598">
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When I was pregnant with Amelia, Eric gave me a <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">gift. It was a pretty little box with hundreds of little pieces of paper that said what he thought of me, who I am, and a few things he would do for me. I used some of those little papers on this painting</span></div>
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"Building character". I used Amelia's oil pastels that she just got. Drawing is not one of my talents, but I like how this turned out anyway. The words around her say "Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness. 1 Timothy 6:11"</div>
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While I was doing that, Lizzy asked me to draw a picture for her to color, and then wanted me to share it online. :)</div>
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This was for "You make me smile." The girls make me smile, and they are always giving me pictures that they made, which of course, makes me smile. I asked them each to draw some things, and I modge podged them together to make this. :)</div>
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"Up, Up and away" I painted this because I got to go on a balloon ride with grandma in 2012, and that is a great memory! :)<br />
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</span><br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-61932250437599690602013-05-21T20:54:00.002-06:002013-05-22T07:36:26.402-06:00I have given up on trying to actually post here on a regular basis, but once in a while I can pop in and say something. :)<br />
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The girl are all growing super fast! They are 8, 5 and 3 now. School is almost done for the year, and I am really looking forward to the lazy days of summer! <br />
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The best news though, is that Lord willing, we will probably be able to move next year! I have been wanting to move to the country almost since I moved away, but the last few years the pull to live on a farm has grown and grown until now I can hardly stand it! The problem is that we bought this house right before the market crashed. We were supposed to be here 4-5 years, it has been seven. We have started saving, thinking it would be 3-4 more years before we would have enough to pay the difference from what we owe, to what the house is worth. Well, this spring prices have jumped a LOT in our neighborhood. They have increased at least 20%, just from six months ago. So now we are in range to actually sell soon! Even if the house values don't go up again next year, as long as they don't drop, we should be able to make it happen. I am so excited that I can not even express it. I feel like I have hope and expectancy, even if I do have to wait a year, I now know what is coming is right around the corner!<br />
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The plan is the spend this year doing all the little things that need fixing, so by the time spring arrives next year, all we have do do is clear out the "clutter" to ge the house ready to go on the market.<br />
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We are hoping that our next place will be our forever home, so I am going to be very picky! My top desire is that it is secluded (neighbors at least 1000 feet away, farther would be better.) Just far enough that I can do what I want without neighbors to complain (like if I want 20 roosters, I only have to deal with hubby's annoyance, not the neighbor's.) I also would like a longer driveway so I don't have to worry about kids or pets on the road. I would also like enough land to mini farm. I look at places with 5 acres, but really I would like at least 20, 40 would be better.<br />
So my ideal farm would be...<br />
40+ acres, 1/4 wooded, the rest pasture and hay field, a pond would be nice<br />
dead end road with nearest neighbors 1/4 mile away or more <br />
old farmhouse that has been completely restored and updated with attached garage ( Or a newly built straw bale home that used passive solar energy)<br />
mature yard (big old trees)<br />
4 bedrooms, formal dining room, den and 4 season porch or sunroom <br />
big old barn (red barn style)<br />
already fenced would be a plus<br />
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Eric would just like to be close enough to the Twin Cities so that he can commute.<br />
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I know that I will have to bend on a lot of my wishes, because that ideal just doesn't fit into our budget, but the seclusion is not negotiable. The neighbors have to be far enough away not to care about my roosters, or where their dogs are not going to be coming over all the time, etc. (Or my dog there.) <br />
My second is having enough land to farm.<br />
Third is that I would really like a mature yard. <br />
It can be a new house, old house, two story, rambler (although I don't want a split entry if I can avoid it... might consider one if everything else is perfect.) I would even squeeze into a smaller house (800-1000 square feet) if everything else is great. You can always add on to a house, you can't change your location. ;)<br />
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Ok, I am going to stop now, you get the idea. :)<br />
<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-64923888266988512582012-02-28T11:30:00.002-06:002012-02-28T11:35:55.212-06:00Electric Company<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpqmuaw-4k_RcDZKA10j-DCOameHpUmMcx93ywSwm0X1_i0GaitjM3fgrmERIc1x5pNuelBr0uV56SNcz2h-zqrUXVdp9gA3zfJpdHjrOFYD5tAKR9zuIvZn_5SNLrJbTRqCCNiKjYFUG/s1600/untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpqmuaw-4k_RcDZKA10j-DCOameHpUmMcx93ywSwm0X1_i0GaitjM3fgrmERIc1x5pNuelBr0uV56SNcz2h-zqrUXVdp9gA3zfJpdHjrOFYD5tAKR9zuIvZn_5SNLrJbTRqCCNiKjYFUG/s640/untitled.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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All three of my girls like this show, it is educational, and it is on Netflix... my favorite type of show! <br />
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This is not the Electric Company we watched as kids. I mean, they taught my 7 year old how to beatbox, but I still think it is a great show!<br />
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<a href="http://pbskids.org/electriccompany">http://pbskids.org/electriccompany</a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-58243982796570637822011-05-19T21:02:00.000-06:002011-05-19T21:02:05.833-06:00Spring is here, and summer is just around the corner.I got my first sunburn of the season. It was my fault as I was enjoying the sun so much I didn't bother with sunscreen. I am not an avid sunscreen user. I believe that we need the sun, and blocking it out all the time isn't good. If I know we are going to get more sun than usual, especially going to the lake, ect, I make sure to slather us good. For everyday playing in the yard and going to the park, I just skip it, unless it seems extra "hot". Spring rolls around though, and I always forget to ease into the the season. The girls rarely burn, and I always do in the spring. Besides my fairer skin, I am sure it is also because they spend more time outside, bit by bit, in the spring, and have gotten a bit of a tan before the sun gets close. So, here I am with a dark red forhead and red face, shoulders, arms and back, and my girls got a bit of pink yesterday that is almost gone already today. That is all good though, as I would rather have me burn than them. Then I don't feel guilty, just ditzy. Ha! <br />
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In other news, Amelia had her first dance recital a couple weeks ago. She did really good, and was cute as can be (of course)!<br />
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A few months back I was at a loss what to do about Amelia's attitude. She was 6 going on 14, and I had no clue what to do. Pretty much every day she would slam her door, or tell me she hated me, or tell me that I am the meanest mommy, or all three. That is on top of me often hearing "humph!" or some such thing from her when I asked her to do something. We tried time outs, taking stuff away, not doing something fun, ignoring it.... I even spanked her a few times because I just didn't know what to do, even though I have chosen not to spank my kids. You get to a point you will try almost anything. I was starting to think about taking her bedroom door off it's hinges so she couldn't slam it anymore.<br />
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I was talking to my friend about this, and she told me about a method she had used with her kids.<br />
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<span data-jsid="text">We made up a list of 5 numbered chores. <span data-jsid="text"><span data-jsid="text">The top of the list is supposed to say "obediently, immediately, and cheerfully". </span></span> It is supposed to be 10 chores, but I could only think of 5 at the time. (Preferably use the child's least favorite, but you can throw some that you don't enjoy in there too ;).) Amelia still likes to do chores, so I just picked some. The first isn't too hard, and they get harder as you go. Now, any time Amelia gives us any attitude, all I say is "that's one" and she knows she has stop whatever she is doing to do the corresponding chore. If she keeps giving attitude, or doesn't do the chore right away, I don't argue with her, or threaten her, I just say "that's two" and then she has 2 chores she has to do, etc.</span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><span data-jsid="text">I try to follow the obediently, and cheerfully, but am not a real stickler on the immediately. It depends on the circumstance. If she does something I ask, but with a big "humph!", that is not cheerfully, and gets a "one". I don't give her chores if I ask her to do something and she says "just a minute" or something, as long as she is talking normal, but maybe I should, as she usually says that. lol I do stick to the immediately when I start counting though.</span></span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><span data-jsid="text">Anyway, we saw an immediate improvement. The first day she did a chore, then a couple the next... by then she was pretty much cured. </span></span><br />
She very rarely gets the extra chores now, and she has never gotten past 3, except a couple times when I think she didn't really have attitude, so was arguing her point that she wasn't being snotty, but I heard snotty. I ended up only making her do 2. <br />
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By the time she is done with the chores, she has lost all attitude, and is back to my sweet, happy girl. <br />
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Before this, she was having at least one crazy attitude meltdown every day, and that is besides all the constant "humphs" ect. <br />
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I have never found anything that worked so well. It is amazing just seeing her attitude change while she is getting stuff done. More than once she has come to me when finished, and being back to her sweet little self, asking what more she can clean for me, ect. I think it has been about 2 weeks since the last time she got one of the list chores. :) <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JZzlVKBFs56sykaRtR_RU3RJeT9-W_JTe4Tb8uqzW7mVf95PqT6b1cJ06d7leAJNOpp2xXS0iFUAiwOd77DahQIsBEsq35HDE6w40b3EjhbJnmFfVoMIqIK-nkaFjwiXS5UO0j_1aFIA/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JZzlVKBFs56sykaRtR_RU3RJeT9-W_JTe4Tb8uqzW7mVf95PqT6b1cJ06d7leAJNOpp2xXS0iFUAiwOd77DahQIsBEsq35HDE6w40b3EjhbJnmFfVoMIqIK-nkaFjwiXS5UO0j_1aFIA/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-12564265400711132062011-02-25T16:14:00.002-06:002011-02-25T16:16:29.419-06:00What can I say?I tend to start things with great enthusiasm and good intentions, be it a blog, a journal, eating healthy, scrapbooking, sewing, fish tanks, organizing, cleaning, meal planning, even spending time with God. Then, after a time, sometimes months, sometimes days, the new great thing falls to the wayside for the next fun thing, or even just doing nothing. It is amazing how much time I can spend on my computer, looking at whatever it is online, and yet have no time to write in my blog, or keep on on my friend's blogs or journals, much less have time to clean my house. <br />
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There are very few things that I see through their entirety, or keep my passion about. I am not sure what it is about me, or what I am missing that makes me like this. I would like to change. I would like to keep my passion about the important things in my life. <br />
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Some things that I need to keep in focus.<br />
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God ~ He is part of my every day, but I want it to be even more so. I want it to be a normal part of my day to pick up my Bible, or sit down in a quiet place to pray, rather than it being something that I try so hard to remember to do. I want to spend my day joyfully praising my Lord, and not just saying "hey" once in a while.<br />
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Eric ~ Our relationship is a very good thing. Although we aren't doing bad, I can always improve how much attention that I give him. I want to remember to make his lunch every day, and remember to let him know each day how much I appreciate him. It would also be lovely if I looked nice every day when he gets home from work. (I say this while wearing sweats that are too big, and hair that was slept on, and of course no makeup.)<br />
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My children ~ I am not a bad mom. In fact, I am a pretty good mom. I do have a tendency towards selfishness though. Instead of thinking up a fun game or craft to do, I read a book, browse the internet, or whatever, while they entertain themselves or watch TV. It isn't that I don't pay attention to them, or do things with them; it is just that there is a LOT of room for improvement.<br />
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My house ~ It isn't gross. I don't have a moldy bathroom, or food rotting or anything, but it isn't very organized. I need to find "homes" for everything, so it is easier to keep clean. I also need to work with the kids more, so they learn better habits than I have.<br />
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Our health ~ I would like for us to eat healthier. I think we probably eat healthier than most Americans, but that isn't saying much. We get fast food at least once a week, and lately I have been turning to processed foods more often than not, because they are easier.<br />
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~ I don't ever expect to be perfect, but I would like to be a work in progress, and I really haven't seen any progress lately.<br />
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I know prayer and spending time with God can only help. <br />
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Any other suggestions?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-13746923658960041252010-06-11T09:50:00.000-06:002010-06-11T09:50:43.320-06:00Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9skUOgWF8vvFMYHwlD8ug4LLNoa0ddvZK81ihtaunIaapfs8EyWdq8M2iOitBMNX0x38t1unwKE9Zww2di1pmtYdNHhh-LUPBRIgSJF-A6KwRr51anNnvXuCyKbs2_MzerIzHHyD-P5Rp/s1600/sm10-5-30_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9skUOgWF8vvFMYHwlD8ug4LLNoa0ddvZK81ihtaunIaapfs8EyWdq8M2iOitBMNX0x38t1unwKE9Zww2di1pmtYdNHhh-LUPBRIgSJF-A6KwRr51anNnvXuCyKbs2_MzerIzHHyD-P5Rp/s320/sm10-5-30_0002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Not much to report, which is good as nothing bad has happened. Life is going smoothly. I especially think so today, as my girls didn't wake me up until 8:20am! A full night's rest (minus getting up with Lizzy twice) is much appreciated!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-12018648048447954352010-03-11T11:57:00.000-06:002010-03-11T11:57:54.899-06:00LifeGwen turned two. Lizzy is almost 5 months old, and is getting baptized on Sunday. Amelia is reading! I started a new buisness. I am a Norwex cosultant. It is a party based buisness, and I joined just because I was so excited about the products, and they are so great that they sell themselves. I am so not a sales person, but I really don't need to be with this. <br />
Eric is doing well. He is still working at the same place. The bills are getting paid, and even though we don't have too much extra money, we have everything we need, so no complaints here. :) I am hoping we will be able to get our credit cards paid of quickly now that I have my buisness, and then start saving, and even getting a few of those things we have on our wish list. <br />
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Ok, kids are calling. Hopefully I will get back here more often. :)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-73830230248899013122010-03-11T11:52:00.000-06:002010-03-11T11:52:13.325-06:00NorwexHi! I need to at least update monthly. I get so far behind. <br />
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So what do I do? I start up another blog. lol This one is for my business though, so maybe since I will be updating that one, I can get here more? I hope so. :)<br />
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Anyway, here is my Norwex reviews blog. <br />
<a href="http://norwexinfoandreviews.blogspot.com/">http://norwexinfoandreviews.blogspot.com/</a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-43779512971897153272009-12-29T21:52:00.002-06:002009-12-29T21:56:46.221-06:00A few Christmas picturesElizabeth<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja02ynGhPUY3CT3Lm4aC99CjySZ14PkBTK0VRWNGYfuBeRxtPIw-YnY2Q-5s0zetH33u0lfberc88cJ4mAm-ZqU32VF9S7GUbsGt68gTQEVU4SNBwZO-kOEdX_rcdP8Hm8oJbVhLTX1oHd/s1600-h/sm_0001_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872678831047154" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja02ynGhPUY3CT3Lm4aC99CjySZ14PkBTK0VRWNGYfuBeRxtPIw-YnY2Q-5s0zetH33u0lfberc88cJ4mAm-ZqU32VF9S7GUbsGt68gTQEVU4SNBwZO-kOEdX_rcdP8Hm8oJbVhLTX1oHd/s400/sm_0001_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The girls got to go sledding at Eric's sister's house! So fun!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtmJmxhSNHPoeR-gKhLiDXAS5QJzmT6DXQQaoRKZ-lnOUUkeymstrrqFaQA830AUA3XZf9j8ST-vyOdgLnj6l64R3PwQkSmqDjGQ0KaNV6v071ETsGygeGK2eiAN-LwqHDJ8UUr9YmLmC/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872668078679362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtmJmxhSNHPoeR-gKhLiDXAS5QJzmT6DXQQaoRKZ-lnOUUkeymstrrqFaQA830AUA3XZf9j8ST-vyOdgLnj6l64R3PwQkSmqDjGQ0KaNV6v071ETsGygeGK2eiAN-LwqHDJ8UUr9YmLmC/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_LgFUiIeKHYrvza2aBo436KS5mKAdIvAxtEDf1gPJZ1eTpfLqkufibPvtI8zkdIfKCJqdtcalexWTbu-Ht1C9FX6vUq3cGLOohBXHRcBUGyeuxrzMkWsy0yFGznnrOwswa5YIkepl1om/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872663642337970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_LgFUiIeKHYrvza2aBo436KS5mKAdIvAxtEDf1gPJZ1eTpfLqkufibPvtI8zkdIfKCJqdtcalexWTbu-Ht1C9FX6vUq3cGLOohBXHRcBUGyeuxrzMkWsy0yFGznnrOwswa5YIkepl1om/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHTDXYxeamgMwHtaTpNjxnM8ZrA3d9q3PDa3d8l_tjNOnpuVy2Enf-P25irYTOTZlMRmZN8_thwH72QnDwylGTibrT3i2s62c2xa9ppy9C3BOqi2IJgNySzkiUHzgSOw12gCz8L6yhOUa/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872662001203554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHTDXYxeamgMwHtaTpNjxnM8ZrA3d9q3PDa3d8l_tjNOnpuVy2Enf-P25irYTOTZlMRmZN8_thwH72QnDwylGTibrT3i2s62c2xa9ppy9C3BOqi2IJgNySzkiUHzgSOw12gCz8L6yhOUa/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8vc9xN6SuGQapJfKtpKAPhkae9K4LUC2PxeflRk2DSSclNg9Bu4boROOzoHB4cfISaE485RWWTxW9QVrXhoVvdyPTzTkxcumCRVBuz18-qwteIRC91kGh_naX9ZvkjoyPa2rphe1PYn1/s1600-h/IMG_0001_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872659959153298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8vc9xN6SuGQapJfKtpKAPhkae9K4LUC2PxeflRk2DSSclNg9Bu4boROOzoHB4cfISaE485RWWTxW9QVrXhoVvdyPTzTkxcumCRVBuz18-qwteIRC91kGh_naX9ZvkjoyPa2rphe1PYn1/s400/IMG_0001_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas eve at our house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhut4AQ89nnEgn8s4YbxmgRAqNK6pYRaN1BUH9XJ2hJM99rvTJxA4ASusRR28y1U3D9T5GhqrnOza570QmyICNLRWI13ga0v33pBS_hicN4X1tA8j9n16TN8TzO5H9Vp0-PfoLUmz6FXU/s1600-h/IMG_0001_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872394021670418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhut4AQ89nnEgn8s4YbxmgRAqNK6pYRaN1BUH9XJ2hJM99rvTJxA4ASusRR28y1U3D9T5GhqrnOza570QmyICNLRWI13ga0v33pBS_hicN4X1tA8j9n16TN8TzO5H9Vp0-PfoLUmz6FXU/s400/IMG_0001_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Christmas at my grandma's.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUAASgCKHCTpPZIip9F8OHg5R9wBkz563oGMUBSUniIcUBeMHw6qlDhEFv4_MVjw0Wl2jNvo7WCVQ_gwx61QjHagqLlvPeoFLTCzKnOUrohwtnEp5ej1Z5ODud6kr6Yei2kpPGuVlAHDU/s1600-h/IMG_0005_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872388050597010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUAASgCKHCTpPZIip9F8OHg5R9wBkz563oGMUBSUniIcUBeMHw6qlDhEFv4_MVjw0Wl2jNvo7WCVQ_gwx61QjHagqLlvPeoFLTCzKnOUrohwtnEp5ej1Z5ODud6kr6Yei2kpPGuVlAHDU/s400/IMG_0005_1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNXiWMTbtkNveynTE_Rc4zuoneB30IfKSBnotwK8gHtCH887W4Igk4E0id-GFmNwNeJemhI7z9U_m_jXT9d9Hay5if1WNhmhXDby0dBDCmFPJkt9vi_9OzE4LYffZ6igb6-QCeYk5uYDK/s1600-h/IMG_0001_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872377088561314" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNXiWMTbtkNveynTE_Rc4zuoneB30IfKSBnotwK8gHtCH887W4Igk4E0id-GFmNwNeJemhI7z9U_m_jXT9d9Hay5if1WNhmhXDby0dBDCmFPJkt9vi_9OzE4LYffZ6igb6-QCeYk5uYDK/s400/IMG_0001_2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Amelia's Christmas program for preschool.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iL5dZXPoADqana-iE-IYoD6zSg0e03wL6GKg5iXXenzcJyOE92jGyTz4AixhOzXP_LQIAZhUmNXdMB4Ey9YcEQ6g4YIWX3ORzX-IPWrFeNgN1tU-UJwIQtOgm7M6qFphV4CE3fHCMFUN/s1600-h/IMG_0001_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420872380684838978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7iL5dZXPoADqana-iE-IYoD6zSg0e03wL6GKg5iXXenzcJyOE92jGyTz4AixhOzXP_LQIAZhUmNXdMB4Ey9YcEQ6g4YIWX3ORzX-IPWrFeNgN1tU-UJwIQtOgm7M6qFphV4CE3fHCMFUN/s400/IMG_0001_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-25858508233127696812009-12-29T21:50:00.001-06:002009-12-29T21:51:44.668-06:00December updateLife is pretty good, except that I have very little time to do the things I need to do, much less the things I want to do. Elizabeth is needy, and I don’t feel bad asking Eric to hold her while I try to catch up a bit, or get a nap in, but somehow I don’t feel right asking him to hold her so I can play on the computer or sew or something. She will occasionally just hang out in her bouncy seat, but not too long. She is in it now, and has been in it for about 10 minutes, and it starting to fuss. I am writing this in word, so I can come back to it if I need to. If she is in a content mood, she will hang out in her swing for a while too, but seems to prefer the bouncy seat. She isn’t as hard as I remember Gwendolyn being. Most of the time she is content when she is being held. Gwen was more fussy I think even while being held. Once in a while Lizzy will get cranky while being held, but it isn’t so bad. She is smiling quite a bit now, so that makes up for the harder times. Every day I will say how much I like babies (or this baby). She is just so sweet and snuggly! She is huge, just like the other two were. I am sure she is 15 lbs (her 2 month checkup is on Thursday, so I will find out for sure then.) She fits into 3-6 months and 6 month clothes though. 0-3 month stuff is a distant memory. LoL<br /><br />The other girls are good.<br />Gwendolyn is at such a super cute stage! She is talking in phrases now, and can count to 10 and knows a few shapes, and a whole lot of sign language signs. She calls Amelia CC (sissy) and usually just calls Elizabeth “baby”. It is just so fun to watch her learn and do so much new stuff all the time. She makes me smile and laugh all the time, even when she is being a stinker she is cute (which is most of the time)! She is always into something. No, I don’t always think it is cute. I get pretty upset sometimes, but most of the time I just have to laugh at her because she is so darn cute!<br /><br />Amelia is enjoying preschool a lot! She was so upset to learn that there wouldn’t be any school over Christmas vacation! She just didn’t understand and I really had to explain to her. She had been back talking quite a bit, because we had been slacking on her discipline. We got lazy and just sent her to her room when it got really bad, and that just doesn’t work well with her. It works much better to take away privileges, but that requires mommy and daddy to have to think. I had a good talk with her about a week ago, which seemed to help a lot, and we have been better at taking stuff away right away when she talks back, so that has improved a lot. It isn’t all bad though. She is learning to be thoughtful and helpful, and best of all learning to love Jesus. The last couple weeks she has started to pray for stuff out of the blue. I will hear her saying “dear Jesus, please help my sister to feel better” or whatever. It is so sweet!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-23176098824224172352009-11-24T10:57:00.003-06:002009-11-24T11:16:41.435-06:00Elizabeth's first weeks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW71oS5BrFbczcLGKOCeRtVJxQBEYzQL5ZHCh29IJhK5ArEQCSUQ4GQG2D-uU91l2DpScyxViW5wp4TUPdS3a4QcISMNmrqaccW2Gz_hcIMPV3y7FXVNgX2paLIJuXi29O2B-rnwdUL5tu/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718720704034946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW71oS5BrFbczcLGKOCeRtVJxQBEYzQL5ZHCh29IJhK5ArEQCSUQ4GQG2D-uU91l2DpScyxViW5wp4TUPdS3a4QcISMNmrqaccW2Gz_hcIMPV3y7FXVNgX2paLIJuXi29O2B-rnwdUL5tu/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJvplpvojRKq9l7WqAJA_0ieb0Cw2CJjyI_nHr3RHFVzj3Uh5rfPqzUDab6JaTTl_56J7_qk97CqBT2A4ZjI6aNnILdtcV9T4BOyLaNA12rgyqhvr92aXxdEk1P3jEBDKEgi_XrOthpCQ/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718721443761970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJvplpvojRKq9l7WqAJA_0ieb0Cw2CJjyI_nHr3RHFVzj3Uh5rfPqzUDab6JaTTl_56J7_qk97CqBT2A4ZjI6aNnILdtcV9T4BOyLaNA12rgyqhvr92aXxdEk1P3jEBDKEgi_XrOthpCQ/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoAss8ZYWQMJ-gnVSAzrQ78M5aQ94Ak7sBTCJ7e-fgo91zf1bhpcg3QbHRjZ2M-tjLj8UufnyFUWWLrYR8kIaqPomvpaKsVUdI1N4ZId-XSqxKxXMWf9cd4jeC8F8_8mZuQXJKzsDNpya/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718455934665474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoAss8ZYWQMJ-gnVSAzrQ78M5aQ94Ak7sBTCJ7e-fgo91zf1bhpcg3QbHRjZ2M-tjLj8UufnyFUWWLrYR8kIaqPomvpaKsVUdI1N4ZId-XSqxKxXMWf9cd4jeC8F8_8mZuQXJKzsDNpya/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>With Grandma and PaPa</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLtOMkFLImR7G89_WTvq1ANNKUPOXTmXnIvxzGIyhTBMgl4-fgYl0wyUZxbT84nAB5CaLS_E83CZ0pBp_fUFTTnacHcCKye6GLr0DVbqES5VMbAtfOSFIblI0fSZj4t7N3ZLEJcHItYsD/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718451867286290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLtOMkFLImR7G89_WTvq1ANNKUPOXTmXnIvxzGIyhTBMgl4-fgYl0wyUZxbT84nAB5CaLS_E83CZ0pBp_fUFTTnacHcCKye6GLr0DVbqES5VMbAtfOSFIblI0fSZj4t7N3ZLEJcHItYsD/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSpZ59fPHhQkAQrjx3sKa3rPGdGQW7PzHBZWxdkStjAcYMaaJRfJ9-AuXqekSyWeIiiT9Qn5DJyCpPX9F6QyLiUQxqHlAIjyggcjGmYXfSwCelx0dYlxbUeGOk38MBU5CfItyHN2nmdlm/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718446348528354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSpZ59fPHhQkAQrjx3sKa3rPGdGQW7PzHBZWxdkStjAcYMaaJRfJ9-AuXqekSyWeIiiT9Qn5DJyCpPX9F6QyLiUQxqHlAIjyggcjGmYXfSwCelx0dYlxbUeGOk38MBU5CfItyHN2nmdlm/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Grandpa Dan and Kathy</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y3LGdWjpmIS2Vt0nMP2WXBgk-VGdkn2mmPKfnN63mGbASjOHgK6K5UUWr0DIwxpRsNBmZKNMzki_9U01Yo9AWmFd8cX65h8mwQ0fDImyaCBbz6azD7jNkUsnExBx4kFfdGOjzWxCDFHQ/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718433792377394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y3LGdWjpmIS2Vt0nMP2WXBgk-VGdkn2mmPKfnN63mGbASjOHgK6K5UUWr0DIwxpRsNBmZKNMzki_9U01Yo9AWmFd8cX65h8mwQ0fDImyaCBbz6azD7jNkUsnExBx4kFfdGOjzWxCDFHQ/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUPqCJEj7EbaQ4F5DyEGkoZy2QTTGlOBssKtXKPEDXaGjzu9w2UwtGE8LFpqMHw_rWngGqFrxN56wdsY-H3F7AVKgBVNy3if7LVOo-iDO-iBOZPWsctXlfGSATXQPWPP4ontFaV6Hgu2o/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718428225941970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmUPqCJEj7EbaQ4F5DyEGkoZy2QTTGlOBssKtXKPEDXaGjzu9w2UwtGE8LFpqMHw_rWngGqFrxN56wdsY-H3F7AVKgBVNy3if7LVOo-iDO-iBOZPWsctXlfGSATXQPWPP4ontFaV6Hgu2o/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-87764854887475260752009-11-24T10:51:00.004-06:002009-11-24T11:15:35.185-06:00Elizabeth ValeryIntorducing Elizabeth Valery. (She shares her middle name with my Grandma Wanda.) Yes, I know I am slow, but it is hard to get much done with a newborn in the house. :) She was 9lbs 2 oz and 21.5" long.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4HR0mjynWJ2fWTc_oaGBG8HNQfJzPRVGYtiDjIkm5orLX0oCSAQ2iNLVeaTpGQma8Y9sOKIW3wBUcrC8_uHk0FRzNZW6z82ZHoN4wkH1dpbb8vVozN1M8-jMaT6S5sl9xoGsSRQcVxP0/s1600/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407719519370698514" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE4HR0mjynWJ2fWTc_oaGBG8HNQfJzPRVGYtiDjIkm5orLX0oCSAQ2iNLVeaTpGQma8Y9sOKIW3wBUcrC8_uHk0FRzNZW6z82ZHoN4wkH1dpbb8vVozN1M8-jMaT6S5sl9xoGsSRQcVxP0/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_XAjfUAJfrkVJdr7VktVeD8NhesJoYdxCzs5ZF3R_GZmUZImpNep5p4Z0NPI7K_3msFQlDAhC9eUHcuEznfeFJnGjZTN6vFrV2vQ8IeIJYHMB_ENds6ZrXGSkJBLLxP6zMOSRJ5H_lUL/s1600/sm_2223.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407719516419946258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_XAjfUAJfrkVJdr7VktVeD8NhesJoYdxCzs5ZF3R_GZmUZImpNep5p4Z0NPI7K_3msFQlDAhC9eUHcuEznfeFJnGjZTN6vFrV2vQ8IeIJYHMB_ENds6ZrXGSkJBLLxP6zMOSRJ5H_lUL/s400/sm_2223.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLQYMu_K_Z9Ff-rbwuw3awMb3yNSGjRrhsD9OudBD62SVV9x25WnnqkWjC3VMhrT8Z_Bi7L2TFZSk09CkTh1HiWLkZ1YIBanboxQ5GNPDDQuc9jWF5q1_sMZxSVWMQx-gkiC8v0FHaeQJ/s1600/sm_0003_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407719509694167922" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLQYMu_K_Z9Ff-rbwuw3awMb3yNSGjRrhsD9OudBD62SVV9x25WnnqkWjC3VMhrT8Z_Bi7L2TFZSk09CkTh1HiWLkZ1YIBanboxQ5GNPDDQuc9jWF5q1_sMZxSVWMQx-gkiC8v0FHaeQJ/s400/sm_0003_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><br /><br />Elizabeth's birth story. </div><div>Some of it might be off a bit off, but this is my memory of it.</div><div> </div><div>Elizabeth Valery Schaefer 10-16-09 </div><div> </div><div>October 15th at about 9:30 pm I started having contractions. I had been having them on and off for about a week, but they never lasted long. This time they stayed pretty regular (every 10 minutes or so) and weren’t going away. My grandma was staying with us so she could watch the girls if I went into labor,. Good thing she was there, even though I wasn’t due for another week. We weren’t sure what to do, because it was obviously very early labor. Gwendolyn came so fast, that we were worried about this one being as fast, or faster, and the hospital is 45 minutes away. I should have just gone to bed, but we didn’t know what was ahead, so we headed for the hospital around 11pm. We got there and went to triage and the midwife checked me and I was only dilated to 3 cm. She suggested that I walk around for an hour, and then check my progress. When she checked me an hour later, I was dilated to a 4, so we decided to stay, since I had made a bit of progress. I called my mom and told her to head down, and kept our doula updated. I tried to sleep, and was able to get a few winks in between contractions, but that only lasted an hour or so. We ended up staying in triage until 7am, because they were short nurses for the delivery rooms. At 7am I got a L&D room, and a new midwife. By then my mom and doula were both there, and I continued to labor, and it seemed like it was slowly but surely progressing. I got into the tub for about 45 minutes, just to get some relief, but didn’t want to stay in any longer, as it might have been slowing my labor down. Walked the halls a few times, otherwise nothing exciting happened. Around noon the midwife decided to check and see how far I had progressed. I was still only 4cm dialated! I couldn’t believe that after 11 hours of laboring I hadn’t progressed at all! I was so exhausted by this point. I felt like crying when she told me that. When she asked if I wanted to have her break my water, I quickly said yes, hoping it would speed things up. It worked, too well! The first contraction I had after she broke my water was 2 times as strong as the one before, and the next was 2 times stronger than that. Within 15 minutes it was almost unbearable! My back hurt so badly with each contraction, and I was so tired. I must have labored like this about an hour, than I decided I needed to sleep, and wanted the pain to be gone, so I asked for an epidural. By that point my contractions were longer than the breaks in between, and I didn’t think I could last hours that way anymore. I was just so tired! If I had realized how fast I was progressing, I don’t think I would have asked for the epidural, but who knows. So they said before they could give me an epidural, they had to fill me with liquid through the IV. I still don’t understand why, but whatever. Once I realized that it would take over 45 minutes to pump me full, I wanted to cry. Maybe I did, I don’t remember. I remember saying over and over how tired I was, and how much it hurt, and please hurry (either looking at the IV or the door, lol.) Somewhere between 2:00pm and 2:30pm I felt the need to get on the bed. I felt too tired to do anymore. I got on the bed on my side, and about 5-10 minutes later I felt her coming, and I said so. “HERE SHE COMES!” They believed me… lol The midwife and nurses came running, got my “undies” off and I think that is about all they had time for before I pushed. They had my leg pushed up (I was on my side) and I pushed 2 times I think, and her head was there. I felt like resting a minute, but they all yelled to push, so I pushed again, and her head was out. One more push, and out she came! Ah, what a relief that was! I said so too! LoL I was just so happy it was done, I almost forgot about the baby. They laid her on my chest and I thought to myself, “oh yeah, there is a baby from all of that”. The labor was the hardest by far that I have had. I might have been in as much pain with Gwendolyn, but I knew that I was about to give birth with Gwen, so it was ok in my head. With Elizabeth, I thought I would have to go on like that all day and all night, and I was too exhausted that I couldn’t even think halfway straight. The delivery and recovery made up for the labor. She came out super quick, and that didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it had with Gwendolyn. Recovery was also a breeze. I remember sitting gingerly with my first two girls after their births, but never had that problem after Elizabeth. Even my hemorrhoids (which were massive according to the midwife) were almost gone the next day, and never really hurt. Elizabeth was perfect and beautiful, and I am glad that in the end I didn’t end up with an epidural. Elizabeth didn’t need formula supplements like the other girls did, but did have a bit of bilirubin, so needed to be checked the day after we were discharged. We only stayed at the hospital one night after she was born.Her bili was fine when checked, and she never needed any treatment. </div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-10327509200431544582009-10-11T09:26:00.004-06:002009-10-11T09:32:22.394-06:00Not much new. I am enjoying the cool (cold) weather, and just waiting for this baby to be born. I am due on the 23rd, but if she doesn't come before then, I might go in on the 21st to have my water broke and get the show on the road. My midwives are not usually too quick to jump the gun, but since I have such big babies, and my last baby had shoulder dystocia (she got a little stuck on her way out, but the midwife flipped me onto my back, and she came right out) and since I am so very uncomfortable, my midwife is more than willing to go a little early.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-21445248782087052172009-08-26T08:15:00.004-06:002009-08-26T08:28:45.598-06:00The girls hanging out on the deck...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjroYomgX-w2fUQH3ajcgVQbN3k2zYVyJ9T5PTPq1yPIZTgQHjkTH4bdtP7vBQo9inFOnfysT0xeFulBPr6MAFEBsCw7wlzh_ZKaYn7N8mLA3kKhmP9TwQ_bVk3Nb3nnZVn6_dfZG764oNr/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279015317160706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjroYomgX-w2fUQH3ajcgVQbN3k2zYVyJ9T5PTPq1yPIZTgQHjkTH4bdtP7vBQo9inFOnfysT0xeFulBPr6MAFEBsCw7wlzh_ZKaYn7N8mLA3kKhmP9TwQ_bVk3Nb3nnZVn6_dfZG764oNr/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, not sure why I can't keep up in here. Maybe it is the same reason I can't even keep up with my house.<br /><br /><br /><br />I am so very tired and huge and have so much back and hip pain, that I can barely function many days. It has seemed to improve lately, so maybe these last two months won't be so bad.<br /><br /><br />Other than that, we are all doing great. Gwendolyn is 18 months old now! Where does the time go? She is starting to say more words now, and signs quite a bit too. If she doesn't know how to say something, she is usually pretty good at letting you know what she wants, or at least getting your attention! lol Lately she has really turned into a little "Daddy's girl". :) More often than not, if he is home, she wants him over me. It is ok by me, because that should help her transition when the baby comes.<br /><br />Amelia is wonderful too. She is learning how to read, and can sound out easy words very well. I just need to work on phonics with her, but she really catches on fast! She read a simple reader last night with very little help. Amelia will be starting preschool in a couple weeks. She is very nervous about it. She is excited, but at the same time scared about being by herself. That is the biggest reason we decided to send her to preschool, because she is quite shy and can be very overwhelmed by a group. Preschool should be a good way to introduce her to school without such a big class like kindergarten. (Preschool has a max of 16 kids, with two teachers, vs however many there are in a K. class.) It is also only 2 days a week, 3 hours per day. Anyway, hoping that will help.<br /><br /><br />Eric and I are doing great. I am so very blessed to have such a great husband. He is so patient and good to me, and such a great dad! He is doing fine at work. He still has a job, and isn't too worried about losing it, so we are ahead there. It would be nice if his commute wasn't so long (traffic really sucks on this side of the city) but it could be worse.<br /><br /><br />Eric and I about two weeks ago.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC87Piix_dyMSNJ9NTz0aNjrCBxbWFWkrXi_H9r-887SvDI6eDcTKXdVgk-bdtGqq7bCFVJC_G1qbFUsOJZVqC1KppbUFpBwSMdOqk6rZVfKhNxx0dk9cyPrWwqVgTrxWINdrK9h0uUQC/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374278771402632418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC87Piix_dyMSNJ9NTz0aNjrCBxbWFWkrXi_H9r-887SvDI6eDcTKXdVgk-bdtGqq7bCFVJC_G1qbFUsOJZVqC1KppbUFpBwSMdOqk6rZVfKhNxx0dk9cyPrWwqVgTrxWINdrK9h0uUQC/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-25997770002437440972009-06-04T20:55:00.007-06:002009-06-04T21:11:21.792-06:00Some picturesI know I don't update like I should, but here are some pictures for now anyway. :)<br /><br /><br />Just some of Gwendolyn's many expressions... :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ_LDufI4H2HWPoNdNAmpTOaJfkkfzuE6Wbn39-T1sp2BKjZCyr8striEKpWyROkNV2exaRnIVmCltF7Vs3W_JJtBz2fv9mC6jf0QZuVUoRoYEtE93aSOXLNhIsPpRTIT0sTrh4oeZTKF/s1600-h/sm_0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673787242929522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZ_LDufI4H2HWPoNdNAmpTOaJfkkfzuE6Wbn39-T1sp2BKjZCyr8striEKpWyROkNV2exaRnIVmCltF7Vs3W_JJtBz2fv9mC6jf0QZuVUoRoYEtE93aSOXLNhIsPpRTIT0sTrh4oeZTKF/s400/sm_0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwDRpvzGWy3WQTn29ZyXVgzgCk8iUHt8GgmiXTg5S5SKB4Jl_7S14uOIgLvYP4rVNX4h_eCHj6x66XB9EeghyKtWbSOSMIbvh87Yx8XvHLoDd9j5yuLfIsRy6FV-u3bMU5v7D5bOgHPVa/s1600-h/sm_0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673784915666914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFwDRpvzGWy3WQTn29ZyXVgzgCk8iUHt8GgmiXTg5S5SKB4Jl_7S14uOIgLvYP4rVNX4h_eCHj6x66XB9EeghyKtWbSOSMIbvh87Yx8XvHLoDd9j5yuLfIsRy6FV-u3bMU5v7D5bOgHPVa/s400/sm_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is her "really really happy face"! LOL<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoTANTBssn1Kc_RPyYnK3wxYDsDdNljdVd_ERyJ6vEaqXqeq-9VO55-7qzZvUG13hFYx8AF3QTl6rwf0mX_YZgpGT1aoDdtEFiscbylnLp4TPwbpg1sctsTTsUZ2Gsfgkga6wxTIcraVr/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673782870775794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoTANTBssn1Kc_RPyYnK3wxYDsDdNljdVd_ERyJ6vEaqXqeq-9VO55-7qzZvUG13hFYx8AF3QTl6rwf0mX_YZgpGT1aoDdtEFiscbylnLp4TPwbpg1sctsTTsUZ2Gsfgkga6wxTIcraVr/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcpfTLyitSWN01HQYqag8QAIhyphenhyphenMY2wDde1FR5bDPTd83Pe6bvL4HGhXjX2VC9FkOh5TFDsQAXkZXXTVmVduPlZ3fxuTJrv4jgiXvhYi77tC9iv1-CEffCNRMabcLabintnq5iKOYM3x0u/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673625259448690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcpfTLyitSWN01HQYqag8QAIhyphenhyphenMY2wDde1FR5bDPTd83Pe6bvL4HGhXjX2VC9FkOh5TFDsQAXkZXXTVmVduPlZ3fxuTJrv4jgiXvhYi77tC9iv1-CEffCNRMabcLabintnq5iKOYM3x0u/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0EYgm8fXslw0U3GMv3cEirJ98kUfMvgiTTEL-ysbhM4TjKHzGI42j2vXj2czKPuwSt55pkXMwaHr0ENU33m5OcF1eM1URdXhyphenhyphenY8aB2h9pn6q2HNcRy_jPSWMqway7PDT_jwTaHM0tmNy/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673620585844498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0EYgm8fXslw0U3GMv3cEirJ98kUfMvgiTTEL-ysbhM4TjKHzGI42j2vXj2czKPuwSt55pkXMwaHr0ENU33m5OcF1eM1URdXhyphenhyphenY8aB2h9pn6q2HNcRy_jPSWMqway7PDT_jwTaHM0tmNy/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Amelia and I spent a day at the Horse Expo with my mom. Amelia of course had to ride the horses and ponies, a few times. ;)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgx2qgy8XuQbrtykkRg0hHCvyOc3F8FX4pCJFu4_pT2yfKwtzh-2K72YgFeSsVimy60NBvgvw_FDwuv2ycyisExNhIo41x9PaYAwY5VNItPkScnSitMA9kkhcv6VdEPGR6ohMK_NkmhcZ/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673621520918322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgx2qgy8XuQbrtykkRg0hHCvyOc3F8FX4pCJFu4_pT2yfKwtzh-2K72YgFeSsVimy60NBvgvw_FDwuv2ycyisExNhIo41x9PaYAwY5VNItPkScnSitMA9kkhcv6VdEPGR6ohMK_NkmhcZ/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aren't I huge? The sad part is this picture is now a month old, so I was only 16 weeks in this picture. I suppose I should take a 20 week one.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDo9QeGcZq77y2QP-RUilVZr-bOVf_3bBeP5rv5MJbR8jl8_P_bbrezfrH3CFIkvQS6zD_21FeTu7Zxv5iEdX4EGgNpokXC7fX7WQ_g1BY3QMpaEkBoeAlV32mdDWOKw0BJe_oLaNMVQP/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673614126929106" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDo9QeGcZq77y2QP-RUilVZr-bOVf_3bBeP5rv5MJbR8jl8_P_bbrezfrH3CFIkvQS6zD_21FeTu7Zxv5iEdX4EGgNpokXC7fX7WQ_g1BY3QMpaEkBoeAlV32mdDWOKw0BJe_oLaNMVQP/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Got to meet our newest family member on Memorial weekend. Such a cutie! Amelia is sitting with her cousins and holding baby Drake. Eric's brother Dave and his wife Jill are the proud parents.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3jElH1CKInEqr_EPBuSIuW4q6gCK4j2Ei6g3BO8eilVvepvJBF6dmJcnr3a4Uq-XWuRsqFtY54hrHFBslvClboCoxTawkW1s-rP3WABWKhOB0oISfm2SJakez-86IR1hEMffKb_nW1P2/s1600-h/ameliawithcousins.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343673613713798338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3jElH1CKInEqr_EPBuSIuW4q6gCK4j2Ei6g3BO8eilVvepvJBF6dmJcnr3a4Uq-XWuRsqFtY54hrHFBslvClboCoxTawkW1s-rP3WABWKhOB0oISfm2SJakez-86IR1hEMffKb_nW1P2/s400/ameliawithcousins.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Amelia with my grandma on Memorial weekend. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DcrhjPP-3PZI7TPK0etng1PU8mjCCMKXZmep7dx6bdm1SnPlpZBJjqqmLYK0J_UuF4F0HGWnDBdGaGctKY-O19eiwrQDLVUW1STR-YETU6UmIzqv5UsDWgrlN7T7rxiUtULoZGj5sTb1/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343672832579019282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5DcrhjPP-3PZI7TPK0etng1PU8mjCCMKXZmep7dx6bdm1SnPlpZBJjqqmLYK0J_UuF4F0HGWnDBdGaGctKY-O19eiwrQDLVUW1STR-YETU6UmIzqv5UsDWgrlN7T7rxiUtULoZGj5sTb1/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Our little family<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZvHixcdcOYpUt2-ydnCpgpZS39DAoyoVFc0URu0M6f9_0oummrxFx5eZB2xQUGae-6wr4UPg5lYn_MlIqA2fuXFP-4kqkUfa8fqAeYtOXR7z0AynzNX4yy1PMA5dtp4gh5qNwIvemEOi/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343672831310710626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZvHixcdcOYpUt2-ydnCpgpZS39DAoyoVFc0URu0M6f9_0oummrxFx5eZB2xQUGae-6wr4UPg5lYn_MlIqA2fuXFP-4kqkUfa8fqAeYtOXR7z0AynzNX4yy1PMA5dtp4gh5qNwIvemEOi/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-88625072624329164412009-04-02T07:51:00.006-06:002009-04-02T08:02:56.352-06:00Snow in AprilIt is April 2nd, and there is still snow on the ground from the snow that fell on Monday. It just isn't right having snow in April. :P It should be gone by this weekend though, and hopfully stays away so spring can come for good!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-52508582272213449472009-04-01T15:26:00.003-06:002009-04-01T15:33:08.992-06:00<div><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Gwendolyn really likes Baby Einstein.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvVrnhbzDXDHnQQeZhj7MkmqV_Y_YtjCsdU2vkQuLgljEsLdngsiuCxvtXAHntvdOyDfzkLlLNz6jSEEtukFveWJQqGpu7mJ_8D9eyF3kizpiNgGoPYvP9OVwuaOd6jGRrW9zGEEtLHZt/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838254256602482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgvVrnhbzDXDHnQQeZhj7MkmqV_Y_YtjCsdU2vkQuLgljEsLdngsiuCxvtXAHntvdOyDfzkLlLNz6jSEEtukFveWJQqGpu7mJ_8D9eyF3kizpiNgGoPYvP9OVwuaOd6jGRrW9zGEEtLHZt/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Me and my girls! </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NOieMAepIAYar_bGVHtzH82Y3B223YefRuGZyYB9Dxary_OBXF-RVvN6qzlBHNyDp9am-r2fcUPfTbtAcElXs5fHMSsCkeHPssGkyx0VyEfNyYRa64JlVQqHPrrvJa8smSkq1EwZBvcQ/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838250962614546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NOieMAepIAYar_bGVHtzH82Y3B223YefRuGZyYB9Dxary_OBXF-RVvN6qzlBHNyDp9am-r2fcUPfTbtAcElXs5fHMSsCkeHPssGkyx0VyEfNyYRa64JlVQqHPrrvJa8smSkq1EwZBvcQ/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>The snowflakes we had coming down yesterday were the biggest I think I have ever seen. Some were like golf ball size. (Yes, I know they weren't single flakes, but bunches together, but still way cool!)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOjrgTo5T6rfCxltBnTjE6SGDRhMNVbxH7vT4W3VUQN33q-aRAE5KCpO7AJ9V_0N-wdWQX4fvJlV3c_0YB_rScqmPKCwgW7x6scWGTFitUvOUwEFZWvItMM3rCSja7H1zZz8_NOxnbhBb/s1600-h/sm_0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838252308696690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOjrgTo5T6rfCxltBnTjE6SGDRhMNVbxH7vT4W3VUQN33q-aRAE5KCpO7AJ9V_0N-wdWQX4fvJlV3c_0YB_rScqmPKCwgW7x6scWGTFitUvOUwEFZWvItMM3rCSja7H1zZz8_NOxnbhBb/s400/sm_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I can't leave Gwendolyn alone in the livingroom/kitchen area anymore, because this is what I find when I come back. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgSpu9CmRkRwEQW7me5lw8OXzDIBq2FTOyzYPN0Gx-v2Y-xI8YG4Vwnn1VQyYqsRbXvk0HS4nvQm1WhVAqvSUrpSEjVcUWnlbn2Nh5hCtNQB8QwHheNIPNBHk6WMJKNiHXvsASeHdZKPN/s1600-h/sm_0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838255820808578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgSpu9CmRkRwEQW7me5lw8OXzDIBq2FTOyzYPN0Gx-v2Y-xI8YG4Vwnn1VQyYqsRbXvk0HS4nvQm1WhVAqvSUrpSEjVcUWnlbn2Nh5hCtNQB8QwHheNIPNBHk6WMJKNiHXvsASeHdZKPN/s400/sm_0005.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2k4GoPZRRckpZlOQ2QkLta5Rq15JHvT1PhAgOe01kvZXhyphenhyphenj1w0u8B9McwTihNPoz1bk8PqM2mpo0Mon704ux0x52IWwnFAd9t96sHbeVTR7nerScJkF8Jp-a5pw2QvhgDktjkCqZ8coz/s1600-h/sm_0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838255181097090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2k4GoPZRRckpZlOQ2QkLta5Rq15JHvT1PhAgOe01kvZXhyphenhyphenj1w0u8B9McwTihNPoz1bk8PqM2mpo0Mon704ux0x52IWwnFAd9t96sHbeVTR7nerScJkF8Jp-a5pw2QvhgDktjkCqZ8coz/s400/sm_0006.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>She is constantly climbing up on the table. Even when I am right there, she does it, then gets all excited like it is a game when I come to get her. </div><div>She also knows how to push Amelia's step stool to the part of the counter she wants so she can play with stuff. Today I had put Amelia's leftover lunch on the counter so Gwendolyn wouldn't get it if she climbed on the table. I waited about 2 minutes before following her into the kitchen (thinking she would be on the table) and instead I find her up at the counter eating covered in ketchup and eating chips, and a hotdog on the floor. </div><div>She definitely keeps me busy! lol</div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-67752920949082342102009-03-23T08:58:00.002-06:002009-03-23T09:13:43.932-06:00I am so tired of being tired.I have been exhausted lately. So much so that I am constantly "out of it". It is the reason I haven't updated in so long.<br />Part of the problem is that I am pregnant. Yes, for anyone who didn't know, we are expecting #3! I am excited about it, it is a very good and blessed thing, but I am still tired. Mostly though, I am tired because my hypothyroidism and adrenal fatigue have hit me hard. I can tell the difference from just being tired, pregnancy tired, and hypo/AF tired. This is hypo/AF tired. I am sure the pregnancy had something to do with my hypo/AF getting worse, but I am so sick of being tired it isn't funny. In the last two years I have felt human for about a month. I took some of my hydorcortisone for a few weeks in January, and it is amazing how normal I felt. I actually was able to get through the day with out napping, and without even feeling the need to nap. I had the ambition to clean my house, and KEEP it clean. I wanted to play with my kids, and see my friends. It wasn't like I was full of crazy energy, I was just normal, or almost normal anyway. <br />I always feel like I am lazy. I should just "buck up" and make myself do the things a normal person would do. If I just do it, I will get the energy. It is so not true. In fact, I just plain old don't have the stamina to do more than survive most days. <br /><br /><br />Copied from my hypothyroidism blog...<br />I read something in the book "Adrenal Fatigue" that really hit home for me. ....<br /><span style="color:#006600;">"These people may appear to friends and family to be lazy and unmotivated, or to have lost their ambition, when in reality quite the opposite is true; they are forced to drive themselves much harder than people with healthy adrenal function merely to accomplish life's everyday tasks."</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">That is exactly how it is for me. I really struggle with making it from one day to another much of the time. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I am very blessed to have a husband who understands (or at least tries to) and helps me when I need it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. I didn't take the medication when I was pregant and breastfeeding Gwendolyn because the doctor said it was a "C" drug and I shouldn't. I did some shallow reasearch that scared be into agreeing with him, so instead, I just felt like crap for two years. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Now that I am pregnant, and looking forward to another two years of this, I did much deeper research, and found that at the low doses that I would be taking, and the reason I am taking it, there is actually very little risk to the baby. I am still going to wait until my second trimester, to be extra catious, but the doctor has pretty much agreed to let me go on it next month! </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I am so, so, so looking forward to being able to function normally (or at least almost normally) again! </span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-51376896661029405342009-02-13T14:30:00.002-06:002009-02-13T14:54:26.484-06:00Feb 2008I haven't been updating like I should. I feel like I have been super busy doing nothing. It is all good though. I have had a bit more energy lately, and am really enjoying my girls. :) (And my hubby too, of course!)<br /><br />Just thought I would share a few pics...<br /><br />Amelia played dress up with Gwendolyn last week.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmxMf5GqRSbvbCNpSfcctDBznntdGR-kGgWURI9klxbQXhvhW6nIg1yUF9tDxCiPooJlVs87UUON06reTYx2GPmFGGbgB7WBHkYBp8Zr2e5WGZ_JhrME0KexqvXcMOc-Gnsdsejwo0Jqh/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386471486679010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmxMf5GqRSbvbCNpSfcctDBznntdGR-kGgWURI9klxbQXhvhW6nIg1yUF9tDxCiPooJlVs87UUON06reTYx2GPmFGGbgB7WBHkYBp8Zr2e5WGZ_JhrME0KexqvXcMOc-Gnsdsejwo0Jqh/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PIe7IhLQWV7TTDNBs2KMOOuhxSQsdfHP8QlPW8fGDCEpb_7flysDPrnj9FmTeymGP38X4Y4q4Mdd3wnwK6I4XlrSEnytxizSKnfCMPaeypWWuXovyHvEhOakdOqGWG4rox0eytSgZvBV/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386468169462882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PIe7IhLQWV7TTDNBs2KMOOuhxSQsdfHP8QlPW8fGDCEpb_7flysDPrnj9FmTeymGP38X4Y4q4Mdd3wnwK6I4XlrSEnytxizSKnfCMPaeypWWuXovyHvEhOakdOqGWG4rox0eytSgZvBV/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We made a snow man when we had a warm spell. Amelia named him Frosty, the same name she picked for my mom's new colt.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbhVMh9etREdBxOkhfHNwcqAjP-41tdbD8dY5vdu_mu7XTuT-_TX5x3Ml0N0go5UzyX7iLENSkrdOcjZosX90w93FcdzG4k1Hp4mBu3iHzqi3yCIHPDJdW1DGkQhlsrakgVr5bfUP_GZ9/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386467637628402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbhVMh9etREdBxOkhfHNwcqAjP-41tdbD8dY5vdu_mu7XTuT-_TX5x3Ml0N0go5UzyX7iLENSkrdOcjZosX90w93FcdzG4k1Hp4mBu3iHzqi3yCIHPDJdW1DGkQhlsrakgVr5bfUP_GZ9/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqHL6qdZywa82RXX3hLY9SvrlN-psyvB2byt_PzoMAAO1ySCuKiNacs0WSasBHqtiJQocvAvD4mAnXg8wiq8af9V9Ja7nAa-tyLa_PBBfoY6n9BdZIWvSN4XpZOP-FQd0Zm2iRrlsbVDE/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386465191458466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqHL6qdZywa82RXX3hLY9SvrlN-psyvB2byt_PzoMAAO1ySCuKiNacs0WSasBHqtiJQocvAvD4mAnXg8wiq8af9V9Ja7nAa-tyLa_PBBfoY6n9BdZIWvSN4XpZOP-FQd0Zm2iRrlsbVDE/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>I made Amelia a couple Barbie dresses a couple weeks ago. She like them. She has really gotten into barbies lately. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60ti_eb3dbJD-eY6IPOE7GOVcoJU2HDrDwZeAd79yO6jg0u3F6f8NyR7jzS_tj6qgjz6W2SUifNJ7hyphenhyphenLaHX2u1CFvPbVIl2dfd0XoGx2Ux5SeO0oq43XSVns3qci8-6leLvg5BqGgI4Zu/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386033421577250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60ti_eb3dbJD-eY6IPOE7GOVcoJU2HDrDwZeAd79yO6jg0u3F6f8NyR7jzS_tj6qgjz6W2SUifNJ7hyphenhyphenLaHX2u1CFvPbVIl2dfd0XoGx2Ux5SeO0oq43XSVns3qci8-6leLvg5BqGgI4Zu/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEjvK9wmYcT-76ueMfELtW67elruNv552cEPnPL8HT1_nBEY2L0Yo9Xa8AwlbYSwm9v_aXhGRZYIgzd4I7rR0z_cl58r36L0az1zhW6rt3B88I0noEvHWj7JKKzxVHoYMJTUEagHWU77TN/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386034590718066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEjvK9wmYcT-76ueMfELtW67elruNv552cEPnPL8HT1_nBEY2L0Yo9Xa8AwlbYSwm9v_aXhGRZYIgzd4I7rR0z_cl58r36L0az1zhW6rt3B88I0noEvHWj7JKKzxVHoYMJTUEagHWU77TN/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL6_nM-H0l_ZJ9O_S4EC9XelteYZZOvtxIHF5bTtU6fb0i4aIU9tfSIDeZFVOA8szXambZyUT69kuyTutMA1-PIv8a4qpvchvew_3pvlu32sDrR-AxWdXuyWBy7caMKUksnyXJqi1qZ6u/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386039101570674" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL6_nM-H0l_ZJ9O_S4EC9XelteYZZOvtxIHF5bTtU6fb0i4aIU9tfSIDeZFVOA8szXambZyUT69kuyTutMA1-PIv8a4qpvchvew_3pvlu32sDrR-AxWdXuyWBy7caMKUksnyXJqi1qZ6u/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is what my cats do most of the day. What a life I tell you. Heh, heh.<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSrakqHSkp_1BJyZsTJdZAy6KPA4B6jAKKAirP0PVCib02Qjt_Vxz6B2enhe7vmGzhDKJpi-Y-Oc3G_ZINPnJBB-945kcfFd4-50epAKjavsMboOO2_hixnG54ytBJeTbJKYmFLj_4TnL/s1600-h/sm_0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386030345487058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSrakqHSkp_1BJyZsTJdZAy6KPA4B6jAKKAirP0PVCib02Qjt_Vxz6B2enhe7vmGzhDKJpi-Y-Oc3G_ZINPnJBB-945kcfFd4-50epAKjavsMboOO2_hixnG54ytBJeTbJKYmFLj_4TnL/s400/sm_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Gwendolyn "playing barbies" with Amelia. Gwendolyn was sitting in the barbie box. She really likes going over things, or inside things, climbing, ect.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_LNZI01u0HWYt8JVXJ6L5v8I9lkx6ukN7Qf2Xkqbvli0fABIOLb6j52c57pqcS3dYVxZFuFHTSy29UAk3TsW67xDN4dmBnceNNy0bk0cILym_50SJGUD1zXcQj0O9UgWOiLyGFXUPaQT/s1600-h/sm_0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302386032769670594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_LNZI01u0HWYt8JVXJ6L5v8I9lkx6ukN7Qf2Xkqbvli0fABIOLb6j52c57pqcS3dYVxZFuFHTSy29UAk3TsW67xDN4dmBnceNNy0bk0cILym_50SJGUD1zXcQj0O9UgWOiLyGFXUPaQT/s400/sm_0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-75388515091202192712009-01-01T14:21:00.002-06:002009-01-01T14:28:25.112-06:00God has blessed us with a New Year! Welcome 20092008 was a year to remember. Gwendolyn was born in Feb, and Grandpa went to Heaven in November. Eric was switched to a new area of the company after some worry that he might lose his job. The Lord has blessed us a lot with Eric's job. So many people have been laid off, and he has kept his job, and his new job seems to be nicer so far then the last.<br />Amelia turned four, and continues to wow us with how smart she is.<br />Besides birthing a baby, I have grown closer to God the last few months, and it has improved my outlook a lot! Life is so much better when you put your life in God's hands, instead of your own!<br /><br /><br />I look forward to 2009, and what God has in store for us next! :)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-48094492897959593592009-01-01T14:04:00.003-06:002009-01-01T14:21:35.361-06:00Christmas 2008Christmas was nice. We got to spend Christmas Eve with my family, and Christmas Day with Eric's family. <br /><br />It did seem that too much time was spent on gifts both days, and not enough time just being together. It wasn't bad, just something we might need to think about next year.<br />We did talk to Amelia a lot about what Christmas really means, and why we celebrate it, and what is important. She "gets" it. :)<br /><br />We got Amelia just one gift, but it was a "big" one. She got a VTech Motion video game console. We aren't really impressed with it, as it is not always easy to make work right, and the graphics are not very good, but Amelia likes playing it, so that is good.<br /><br /><br />Just a few pictures from Christmas.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrR1c5qZ4j0hSQTQgS7Pb1zdkw5TyQupTPooPMePk3FSgF8gjzEpCo6BifDWp0_lslFn7nfq4_Biuq1kzjy9UJJO7M2CpaKKO5PrTjTfZg-K8V1loILVVdXxWMpLGMbeY3EMCwnenjToC/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421275887537154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrR1c5qZ4j0hSQTQgS7Pb1zdkw5TyQupTPooPMePk3FSgF8gjzEpCo6BifDWp0_lslFn7nfq4_Biuq1kzjy9UJJO7M2CpaKKO5PrTjTfZg-K8V1loILVVdXxWMpLGMbeY3EMCwnenjToC/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorna1MKb9LbOuC4kuJn1GVK2CLYFHzLb9D74RaommeUbUA_wD9UiAHfWuAIOhxda59RfGyLdDuR-tVc1i73iO7_Mu0XhHRt6jL9h5IHp4ulMZFHq6QF6l7mtoqfxcTVpSJ9AZ7xTQDUt_/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421269627360818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorna1MKb9LbOuC4kuJn1GVK2CLYFHzLb9D74RaommeUbUA_wD9UiAHfWuAIOhxda59RfGyLdDuR-tVc1i73iO7_Mu0XhHRt6jL9h5IHp4ulMZFHq6QF6l7mtoqfxcTVpSJ9AZ7xTQDUt_/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MQCyvJ4lt8UbnCfJ6YE2kj_BYfBQ5SWFAO-BkLTbWuaGWCODt6qaJP1r3rt7NRHP8-uGBBaCUI4jW5uYLapkWj2DQdtjeUVXu48DXfIjp6a7l_ZP9JLBXiTBXxgFh_XmtOgwNryUbUML/s1600-h/sm_0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421267652373010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MQCyvJ4lt8UbnCfJ6YE2kj_BYfBQ5SWFAO-BkLTbWuaGWCODt6qaJP1r3rt7NRHP8-uGBBaCUI4jW5uYLapkWj2DQdtjeUVXu48DXfIjp6a7l_ZP9JLBXiTBXxgFh_XmtOgwNryUbUML/s400/sm_0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2JAf2Vw9DvNqLQQic1IsrAyaKRLTm4UFpNwWkl5O5c1BqztEs2Q6sxHdaA3-V76dxqq71XTMdf8qBz3b1m7ZNUf_OvP8uZ5ZWUgSKJ0tpAP1PVIuKv3tzpjbJPR2mOhkYCnF2kz7atyh/s1600-h/sm_0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421257862820370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI2JAf2Vw9DvNqLQQic1IsrAyaKRLTm4UFpNwWkl5O5c1BqztEs2Q6sxHdaA3-V76dxqq71XTMdf8qBz3b1m7ZNUf_OvP8uZ5ZWUgSKJ0tpAP1PVIuKv3tzpjbJPR2mOhkYCnF2kz7atyh/s400/sm_0009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOJeGDo6CW9WgrVZ2LwU2Nsx_3qxuhjC9aIGC8WtemBQxXpDQEkT6-KGgMzTgNYQk0JzQ0TnaQt3Bm7hCW68W1l1IVpN-VVQdw2vjvto2t0DmdTK_WjgNc8GVrBaz1Y3DKTaeDCM1Ki3M/s1600-h/sm_0001_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421251967655714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOJeGDo6CW9WgrVZ2LwU2Nsx_3qxuhjC9aIGC8WtemBQxXpDQEkT6-KGgMzTgNYQk0JzQ0TnaQt3Bm7hCW68W1l1IVpN-VVQdw2vjvto2t0DmdTK_WjgNc8GVrBaz1Y3DKTaeDCM1Ki3M/s400/sm_0001_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-83593542735191920552008-12-30T09:16:00.005-06:002008-12-30T09:31:44.515-06:00We will miss you grandpa!I haven't posted in a while because my grandpa passed away last month, and I just didn't feel up to blogging it.<br /><br />It still doesn't seem real, and yet, life goes on.<br /><br />He will be so dearly missed!<br /><br />Marvin Dresler <br />November 21 1935-November 26 2008<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFw2GIgnzXajalqsI3XukGplV-kYDiP8QCrIIiUEujCYgSIwQYc06lI22Xt3MUonKmPyK63ETRV_Os6mJPaDkI0heXslMN5Qz6WzDWtGs3UXq_DR-yfyjBuuyl5NeUFOy-dHiqSDQlvOH/s1600-h/sm_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285604052610058946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFw2GIgnzXajalqsI3XukGplV-kYDiP8QCrIIiUEujCYgSIwQYc06lI22Xt3MUonKmPyK63ETRV_Os6mJPaDkI0heXslMN5Qz6WzDWtGs3UXq_DR-yfyjBuuyl5NeUFOy-dHiqSDQlvOH/s400/sm_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Lord made it known to us in several ways that Grandpa is Home with the Lord!<br />God is such a great comforter! It is so wonderful to know for sure that grandpa is in heaven with Jesus!<br /><br />It doesn't take the pain away, but it certainly does help.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-9700093238981264892008-11-18T22:04:00.007-06:002008-11-18T22:12:54.061-06:00Amelia is 4!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZ-2r6PJMwLGzLQt9wo3d_U3NLQTyeFx7hspwVbKhLTTmvQz3lRIeeK7DrCpFmOLDAFkKnQ1uPzuzf3qunFG77wT3LbFBwU7c2ffFkz3QzX6IQVXpTiNsKVcsQanq4MxGRaekxjr_afpa/s1600-h/sm_0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270216286958912466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZ-2r6PJMwLGzLQt9wo3d_U3NLQTyeFx7hspwVbKhLTTmvQz3lRIeeK7DrCpFmOLDAFkKnQ1uPzuzf3qunFG77wT3LbFBwU7c2ffFkz3QzX6IQVXpTiNsKVcsQanq4MxGRaekxjr_afpa/s400/sm_0007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Amelia is now 4. She is getting to be such a big girl! <div><div><div></div><div>We had a birthday party for her on her birthday, and most of our loved ones joined us to celebrate! Amelia had a blast!</div><div>I made sub sandwiches. Amelia requested turkey and cheese sandwiches, so I made turkey and ham subs. She was happy, and nobody complained so A lot of people came, and my house is just not big enough, or, it is big enough, but barely. There were a few people standing in the kitchen because the dining room and living room were full, and that doesn't include the stragglers that didnt' come until most of the other people had left. It was a mermaid party.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Here are some of the decorations.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1s-866czpfLkFXvCm1tGN0IC8uc4NmdHjSCugs6He5wO2LM-Oif1w4k3jWmXo3OdrMhuL2BRZY8Xsjxm75-B383Ki1vCSbzO3BsEIZDDlgVs7XCycrL3CBNi5ZVIYqQFoGItidAXLppF/s1600-h/sm_0001_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270215585631569282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1s-866czpfLkFXvCm1tGN0IC8uc4NmdHjSCugs6He5wO2LM-Oif1w4k3jWmXo3OdrMhuL2BRZY8Xsjxm75-B383Ki1vCSbzO3BsEIZDDlgVs7XCycrL3CBNi5ZVIYqQFoGItidAXLppF/s400/sm_0001_1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Amelia was going to wear her mermaid costume, but we forgot about it. I think she had changed her mind about wearing it anway. </div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4W9yoacHjLRRf81iI7mAHinCF8Aqe3xYM1_fhAa9A3xvd0UwcFkYGOR-CFakW7nlWdKkn8VKcFCqdWZ7D-b4aY_z4dSEOW0gDz5uZZCC_JknvXTnUeDU1h3AFntcjyarpD5aTOSruUGs/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270215800060355538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4W9yoacHjLRRf81iI7mAHinCF8Aqe3xYM1_fhAa9A3xvd0UwcFkYGOR-CFakW7nlWdKkn8VKcFCqdWZ7D-b4aY_z4dSEOW0gDz5uZZCC_JknvXTnUeDU1h3AFntcjyarpD5aTOSruUGs/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The "cake". </div><div>(It is a Walmart cupcake cake. I love their buttercream frosting. )</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Her cousins and two good friends all came. They all had a blast playing together! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270216066361260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEC89sXeJpE6x_e6tc7wPO_BhDTG6AguROrxtx8rhB7rJjERrTrtACiHLX_46CEblVcaSK-L7vorbBXw2NlQ4xMduYIB7ZKRHmzo-mH2NdyNgKMTqbt-Jr1csxq8LH8AxuNWFxzlR064NL/s400/sm_0009.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732684945210213686.post-11735524049834537362008-10-24T11:46:00.006-06:002008-10-24T12:19:41.273-06:00Daddy and Kathy's weddingDaddy and Kathy got married last month. It was a perfect day for a wedding! :) It was good to see them too, it had been a while. ;)<br /><br /><br />Yay, a trampoline!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU0AMb5qSnmIjEDquLFnANen8de5cRSlxMGLJOhCDyopb88VVzZ0Wt4fQppzXCH9SiGyAcX_asEewXS1D-3Cg15TmINBcGahtrGgBQoJDxJNz7G9AqOp7o_AaUy91DJRYMm324ERlbSM7/s1600-h/sm_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779949636744738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU0AMb5qSnmIjEDquLFnANen8de5cRSlxMGLJOhCDyopb88VVzZ0Wt4fQppzXCH9SiGyAcX_asEewXS1D-3Cg15TmINBcGahtrGgBQoJDxJNz7G9AqOp7o_AaUy91DJRYMm324ERlbSM7/s400/sm_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is the only picture of me where I don't look pregnant. :P<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNMfLWAWGYMybBCWStuZPWzBnPwaeL226jtmOwuPrKsUqQd2oaHl3gOiWF0RBTxL5m1eyVDhbDO3N_0hhXYyzw0MT-ifciYHlQzggH1Beg0zxOQ1eipV4qaUmQCYdA5jOp0A13ry4oSTh/s1600-h/sm_0002_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779935647675458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNMfLWAWGYMybBCWStuZPWzBnPwaeL226jtmOwuPrKsUqQd2oaHl3gOiWF0RBTxL5m1eyVDhbDO3N_0hhXYyzw0MT-ifciYHlQzggH1Beg0zxOQ1eipV4qaUmQCYdA5jOp0A13ry4oSTh/s400/sm_0002_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Grandpa Dan!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9P8kfrnuE4nF2CCIP7grtNCcQLay7Kf4JjNsP_x9kNSk5-8qK2tUL4Ca8BbZ-_T2S9c8wg9EKO3otaNxxWC9t0a7go4ITMP3fsuEo5EGQm-nEu3pgA2UY_LgroBd-J-NVpxzAyLfy3-A/s1600-h/sm_0003_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779929335934818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9P8kfrnuE4nF2CCIP7grtNCcQLay7Kf4JjNsP_x9kNSk5-8qK2tUL4Ca8BbZ-_T2S9c8wg9EKO3otaNxxWC9t0a7go4ITMP3fsuEo5EGQm-nEu3pgA2UY_LgroBd-J-NVpxzAyLfy3-A/s400/sm_0003_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br />Swing on the "silly swing" as Amelia likes to call it. :)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT67My2wN46PEhxGDzwY-2PjBQf01qRbJxP4lZIs1Cjlrv29i5ZTce_y0kH8BvvH0zs4W3oo-OGE5ObxLprcri7T-CABa5NS3ANmw_8-EaH_ckEURLvvSczmBxX-y9jqCKXaSrC8wrNL3i/s1600-h/sm_0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779521700025362" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT67My2wN46PEhxGDzwY-2PjBQf01qRbJxP4lZIs1Cjlrv29i5ZTce_y0kH8BvvH0zs4W3oo-OGE5ObxLprcri7T-CABa5NS3ANmw_8-EaH_ckEURLvvSczmBxX-y9jqCKXaSrC8wrNL3i/s400/sm_0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Great Grandma Theresa<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTifP4AYHajl-RlDGcUl5nNxMP_N0w_OkQ7gy6uVTHgoC6bDEo8h9l2BUbfAG76z59-pGOh9Gpy8_7XoGtZ7lDlM2j4bA-sLmTb1x3bHEuZ0exywQlmC0dR8MZf8IG4Msw8_tVTcTE4du/s1600-h/sm_0006_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779516337348898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZTifP4AYHajl-RlDGcUl5nNxMP_N0w_OkQ7gy6uVTHgoC6bDEo8h9l2BUbfAG76z59-pGOh9Gpy8_7XoGtZ7lDlM2j4bA-sLmTb1x3bHEuZ0exywQlmC0dR8MZf8IG4Msw8_tVTcTE4du/s400/sm_0006_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeKIj23_zSZK0liyWt-MkEtcwO9yBJOv0rAeOf__zUrxv7m6iRIPqYnu2dpHWoX-E_hLu14IneYwvoEILN-8fXSwBFFBNL-wFnV4XRO9oivI7VTJT5zj7kb_hUz9P4WJX5YRBbh_8aNsD/s1600-h/sm_0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779506496337538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYeKIj23_zSZK0liyWt-MkEtcwO9yBJOv0rAeOf__zUrxv7m6iRIPqYnu2dpHWoX-E_hLu14IneYwvoEILN-8fXSwBFFBNL-wFnV4XRO9oivI7VTJT5zj7kb_hUz9P4WJX5YRBbh_8aNsD/s400/sm_0007.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>Auntie Carrie<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWn5jK6H_EBklzsmGiIab1cd2Ktq5SeyZA-DaJ3EpaMaaTrqGRh7Qt1B58-fFXPjT9uFKppzoewMVuY7Ds1kN2b956-cygM58WKxZQeEaLcg2QHGXI9Ltfgt5ODexmrLiuFCjrEy60zqG/s1600-h/sm_0004_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779931833232034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWn5jK6H_EBklzsmGiIab1cd2Ktq5SeyZA-DaJ3EpaMaaTrqGRh7Qt1B58-fFXPjT9uFKppzoewMVuY7Ds1kN2b956-cygM58WKxZQeEaLcg2QHGXI9Ltfgt5ODexmrLiuFCjrEy60zqG/s400/sm_0004_1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOWLG2OwFycqNxK30iJJVKCz8K76xTSYl0_of70Gm78AAkOOoS7yWRvnaY10ih22__tny63VycFIIjjeaT8QogFVbC7X6Uo1E7YpS_7Y62Z3mKM09KXtLLipYa4ahYEZa2KuKePjGj0LM/s1600-h/sm_0008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779502881143314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOWLG2OwFycqNxK30iJJVKCz8K76xTSYl0_of70Gm78AAkOOoS7yWRvnaY10ih22__tny63VycFIIjjeaT8QogFVbC7X6Uo1E7YpS_7Y62Z3mKM09KXtLLipYa4ahYEZa2KuKePjGj0LM/s400/sm_0008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Amelia loves kitties!!! This is Yoda. :)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibjmbxG9HHDXvIEdkZd6Kpi6uQQRWvEoMAo2m56lqS_IrCSFhVCGsff4Diq5Ubh_jlfQvGAa8FoNCip2Kk7V3Wz5qhyphenhyphenT5aptfO3OCmETlL8KN5LtcIu_s6NvvDNT-Nv2CObiRt404gSzS/s1600-h/sm_0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779502827148354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibjmbxG9HHDXvIEdkZd6Kpi6uQQRWvEoMAo2m56lqS_IrCSFhVCGsff4Diq5Ubh_jlfQvGAa8FoNCip2Kk7V3Wz5qhyphenhyphenT5aptfO3OCmETlL8KN5LtcIu_s6NvvDNT-Nv2CObiRt404gSzS/s400/sm_0009.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div>Mr. and Mrs.!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2pQo6fSXz-kzx4A_Gd71oyAlLpzTdFgy3Y2zQLcPcCf27_oXXFQn3lNAdx6mwxXOCvqikPKLaZ8JR__9FCpJd-u6PYB_giYNF6ktu_KhWPsCfx5wnio4zuvkZeUzM2RT0wSt_fCX0qpB/s1600-h/sm_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779944832704402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2pQo6fSXz-kzx4A_Gd71oyAlLpzTdFgy3Y2zQLcPcCf27_oXXFQn3lNAdx6mwxXOCvqikPKLaZ8JR__9FCpJd-u6PYB_giYNF6ktu_KhWPsCfx5wnio4zuvkZeUzM2RT0wSt_fCX0qpB/s400/sm_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11673868151727921211noreply@blogger.com1