<?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-8188002869202876384</id><updated>2011-08-22T12:26:52.135-05:00</updated><category term='my walk'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='One Thousand gifts'/><category term='storyboard'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='Craftiness'/><category term='Get clean'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='30 list'/><category term='life with my boys'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='Chicago trip'/><category term='Potty training'/><category term='twins'/><category term='school'/><category term='Owey'/><category term='Heidi'/><category term='toys'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='Izzy'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='tips'/><category term='chatter'/><category term='family life'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='health'/><category term='green livivng'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='mommyhood'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>BRANCHING OUT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6726164937848329439</id><published>2010-11-24T14:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:18:37.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Cuboro...</title><content type='html'>...isn't that a fun word?! A fun word for a fun toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some women have a shoe fetish... I have a toy fetish! I LOVE unique toys that make you think or engage your creative side.  This is one of those toys.  It's basically wooden blocks, that when placed together, create a marble run. So, unlike a standard marble run, the track system can be different each time. Here's a little visual for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR0zFuJVN30?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nR0zFuJVN30?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a giveaway going on over at &lt;a href="http://momswearyourtees.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  You can check out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuboro&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.oh-toys.com/home.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh! Toys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we could only play with this when the babies are sleeping, since there marbles involved.   But in a few years, I can see this being hours of fun for the whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6726164937848329439?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6726164937848329439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6726164937848329439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6726164937848329439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6726164937848329439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/11/cuboro.html' title='Cuboro...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6712876312813367633</id><published>2010-08-18T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:15:19.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Majestic Plastic Bag - A Mockumentary</title><content type='html'>This is a 4 minute, BBC style,  video on the lifecycle of the plastic bag...done pretty well, I'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GLgh9h2ePYw/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLgh9h2ePYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLgh9h2ePYw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6712876312813367633?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6712876312813367633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6712876312813367633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6712876312813367633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6712876312813367633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/08/majestic-plastic-bag-mockumentary.html' title='The Majestic Plastic Bag - A Mockumentary'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2226212565274350130</id><published>2010-08-09T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:16:13.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>* &lt;em&gt;I thought I'd re-post this from last year. We're gearing up for 1st grade at our house, and I'm revisiting most of these link for lunch ideas. Good luck to all the new kindergarteners!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff, sniff......can you smell that? The smell of new pencils, fresh crayons, and crisp paper! I wasn't the best student, but I've always loved the beginning of the school year - shopping for new shoes, lunchbox ( I had a pink My Little Pony one for a few years), and new supplies. It symbolized a fresh start to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the first year that our big boy is going off to school - KINDERGARTEN! I spent most of the last school year crying over it, tearing up anytime I drove past the school. I think I've got most of it out of my system - for the moment anyway. I feel more excited for him than sad, but tears will probably come anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, to distract myself, I've been doing my homework...looking up lunch ideas, searching for ways to ease our family into this new stage...I thought I'd share what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're looking for ideas to pack into your little one's lunchbox, there's a great list at &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/products/wholedeal/bento.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;build a better lunch box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Family Fun magazine has some good resources with &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/kids/feature/famf010502_lunches/famf010502_lunches.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;helpful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/kids/feature/famf010501_fflunch/famf010501_fflunch3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lunch box &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. And Laptop Lunches offer these &lt;a href="http://www.laptoplunches.com/ideas.html#pack"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;great ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lets-explore.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Let's Explore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite blogs, has an entire category devoted to &lt;a href="http://lets-explore.net/blog/2008/07/kindergarten-countdown-transition-tips/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kindergarten Transition Tips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- it's fantastic!!! I printed the section out and highlighted the things I wanted to do with "I".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also have been making "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I"'s&lt;/span&gt; lunch in his school lunchbox so he can practice opening &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, and hopefully he can remember to put all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reusable&lt;/span&gt; containers and lids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back in the lunch box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370254948260119602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sob6bDBUBDI/AAAAAAAABec/O-CpN1zkPSo/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got one of those hanging organizers to put in "I"s closet. I made labels (Monday-Friday) in a Word document and matted them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;card stock&lt;/span&gt;, them covered with packing tape (acts as a laminate). I taped then on the edge of each divider. He's so excited to get dressed each morning and I don't have to ask him 100 times to do it! AND he even makes his bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370257072885262226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sob8Wt3a55I/AAAAAAAABek/FKsRlMXtC48/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370257650884500482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sob84XFLXAI/AAAAAAAABes/-e1HFFTd4h4/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning is the Open House when we'll take his supplies and meet his teacher. So I thought we'd make Tuesday evening a fun night, starting with a little scavenger hunt leading him to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Kindergarten-Anne-Rockwell/dp/0802776647/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250361104&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that we bought. We'll all read it together and talk about all the fun things he'll experience at Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I don't scrapbook anymore, I also picked up this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/School-Years-Family-Keepsake-Memories/dp/0811851532/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1250361281&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;school record book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to record each year of school (K-5 - 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;). My favorite part is that it has a place for the child to sign their name each grade, so you get to see how their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;handwriting&lt;/span&gt; matures from year to year. It also has a pocket for each year, where you can store report cards and other small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mementos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a tag for his backpack that has a picture of his family one side ( in case he misses us! )....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370274651842370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SocMV8lZXPI/AAAAAAAABe0/sXwe9F8Y7rI/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and his name, my cell #, and his teacher's name on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370275520644713186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SocNIhIBCuI/AAAAAAAABe8/-MkPn9Lpgm0/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are great ideas for &lt;a href="http://willettedesigns.com/2010/08/back-to-school-willette-style/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;capturing the first day of school with your camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The school supplies are all labeled and packed!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370276344736824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SocN4fG4vnI/AAAAAAAABfE/YXddoY3znlg/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bring on the paint!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370277884159723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SocPSF56CbI/AAAAAAAABfM/uag0AwX6Wp0/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think (sniff)... we're (wiping tear) .... ready (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whaling&lt;/span&gt;!!!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-2226212565274350130?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2226212565274350130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2226212565274350130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2226212565274350130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2226212565274350130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sob6bDBUBDI/AAAAAAAABec/O-CpN1zkPSo/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4535005068143527319</id><published>2010-08-05T14:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:51:25.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>"I'm still standing...</title><content type='html'>..."yeah yeah yeah". (A little Elton John for all you 80's fans) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing at the sink washing bottles. Standing at the changing table on "diaper duty". Standing at the washing machine discovering that load of towels I put in two days ago that never made it to the dryer ("should I rewash these?......nah!). Standing in front of the fridge with my head stuck in the freezer wondering what I'm going to make for dinner. Standing in the shower attempting to get the glob of pureed squash out of my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This poor blog has been neglected because I just don't have much time to sit down at the computer and gather my thoughts. But we are still here....doing a little of this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021039948893234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFsa_CDhDDI/AAAAAAAABn8/d52oovw84nA/s400/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502021683681601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFsbkgJWp1I/AAAAAAAABoE/w8y71TTMlVA/s400/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502022566826027746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFscX6HZKuI/AAAAAAAABoM/0320uaxPfAc/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502024399619793970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFseClzepDI/AAAAAAAABoU/ZYwUuWtlOwI/s400/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502025610386547106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFsfJEQxIaI/AAAAAAAABoc/ZL2P-JU1KkA/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502026893160739266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFsgTu998cI/AAAAAAAABok/_XLTqYwNkKc/s400/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502028347047685154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFshoXHoLCI/AAAAAAAABos/BO3E6IAA6u8/s400/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's been a laid-back summer here - no traveling.  Not even to the pool!!  You try taking to babies and two small boys to the pool!  :)  We've made the most of our backyard pool, slip-and-slide,  and play set.  And we've done some celebrating....the adoption is final!  L &amp;amp; N are official ours - such a beautiful picture of our adoption as God's children!  We are so blessed and privileged to be in this place right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things may be quiet on this blog for a while, and that's ok.  I'll be back, when...well...when we get a maid! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4535005068143527319?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4535005068143527319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4535005068143527319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4535005068143527319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4535005068143527319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-still-standing.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m still standing...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/TFsa_CDhDDI/AAAAAAAABn8/d52oovw84nA/s72-c/119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8866229175489941735</id><published>2010-04-30T10:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:32:54.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Room for Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can hardly believe my babies are 6 months old now! It's going so fast. I try to keep the camera handy to captures these fleeting moments, but I also want to burn all these sweet memories in my memory bank....(sigh) if only I could freeze time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, even though I take a lot of pictures, it's hard to find time to upload, sort through, and share the pictures. So, I'm FINALLY getting around to showing you the nursery. It's not quite finished- you know, there's always little things I want to add/change, but when you're spending $70 a week on formula there's just not any extra for, well, "extras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465962781359598530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sAMJJx68I/AAAAAAAABmw/SC25UBIX2fk/s400/nursery-closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We took the closet door off for easy access to the clothes.  I sewed pom-poms on the edge of the curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465963509357010290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sA2hJ43XI/AAAAAAAABm4/d0nwq1YQqXQ/s400/nursery-shelvesglider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's N's quilt, well the top of it anyway.  I haven't had time to quilt it, and piece it together.  Poor "L" doesn't even have one started yet...maybe before his 1st b-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465964029061107746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sBUxNAECI/AAAAAAAABnA/mVxLnoCG-9Q/s400/nursery-shelvesangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465964483489788946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sBvOFPdBI/AAAAAAAABnI/w0ylDHWFTi4/s400/nursery-dresserframe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my grandma's hankie...she collected them.  I painted the frame red and strung wire across the back to pin the hankie to.  I love having a piece her her in the babies room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465965034292309282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sCPR-y7SI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ToRklchb2c8/s400/nursery+-book+basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mix of my favorite new and vintage children's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465965883660342738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sDAuH6ldI/AAAAAAAABnY/uPDTjC51f1Y/s400/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"L"'s banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465966443873129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sDhVFDVeI/AAAAAAAABng/nAcPw9fHbjg/s400/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"N"'s  banner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a tight squeeze with two cribs, but we make it work.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8866229175489941735?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8866229175489941735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8866229175489941735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8866229175489941735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8866229175489941735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/04/room-for-two.html' title='Room for Two'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S9sAMJJx68I/AAAAAAAABmw/SC25UBIX2fk/s72-c/nursery-closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5106440530678046871</id><published>2010-03-27T19:08:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:34:38.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>{Creative Stress}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stress - it can be brought on by many things....financial situations, relationships, having four kids under the age of 5............Oh, did I just type that!!? (clearing throat) Under stress, some people drink, some smoke,......I craft! Needless to say, there has been a lot of crafting going on here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally get a Pottery Barn catalog in the mail. They're always good for inspiration. I had seen &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/lazy-susan-with-mini-buckets/?pkey=dbaskets-boxes-buckets"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this lazy susan with mini buckets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for a whopping $49. Great idea, but who can really afford to spend $50 on something to hold your child's crayons? "I" has really been into drawing/writing/coloring lately and something like this would be great to corral the art supplies. So, this is what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453477057652108226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66kfXwYq8I/AAAAAAAABmA/gtLUr1P3C5w/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I started hanging onto smaller empty containers instead of tossing them or recycling them and gave them a good washing. Then I bought a lazy susan at Wal-mart for around $5 - mine is plastic, you could get a wooden or metal one also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453478863596773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66mIfbJYHI/AAAAAAAABmI/I5dPnXarTOA/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out a few scrapbook papers I liked and cut them to fit my containers. I removed the existing paper on the containers so my paper would adhere better. Mod Podged the paper on, let it dry, and then gave it a nice top coat for durability. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453480274362725314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66nam79c8I/AAAAAAAABmQ/6E7EBhAmFPg/s400/art+cans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I have my own version of the lazy susan with mini buckets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453481860792074770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66o282MQhI/AAAAAAAABmY/zgxdnKU4Igw/s400/art+lazy+susan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...for only $6.25 plus the cost of the food items that came in the containers. It perfectly holds all of our crayons, colored pencils, markers, glue, scissors, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453488004277021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66ucjHJKqI/AAAAAAAABmg/c2lJ1SPxDUY/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys are loving this little set-up in the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453489556710743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66v26YL37I/AAAAAAAABmo/krTgbEEIVfU/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"O" is enjoying it a little too much! Thank goodness for Magic Eraser!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5106440530678046871?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5106440530678046871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5106440530678046871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5106440530678046871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5106440530678046871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/03/stress-it-can-be-brought-on-by-many.html' title='{Creative Stress}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S66kfXwYq8I/AAAAAAAABmA/gtLUr1P3C5w/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-710428708851155714</id><published>2010-02-12T11:51:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:33:22.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Have a Colorful Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>The Kindergartner and I made valentines, during his snow day a few days back, for him to pass out at school. I thought it would be a joint effort, but of course I did most of the work...what are moms for!? I found a silicone heart mold in the dollar spot at Target (LOVE that place). We went to work peeling paper off the boxes of crayons I had bought back in August when a 24 pack was .15 cents!! Broke the crayons in thirds. Placed 4 crayons in each cup and placed the molds in a 250 degree oven for 10-15 minutes (just until melted). Let them cool completely. Then they are ready to package however you like. I was going to make my own card for him to use, but i found &lt;a href="http://thelongthread.com/?p=5646"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blog that offered a .pdf file you can print on card stock....perfect! Why reinvent the wheel? This is great if you only need a few. "I"'s class has 22 kids...that's a lot of peeling crayons!!!!!! I think my thumb nail is permanently damaged. I had planned to do this for "O"'s pre-school class too, but just went with store bought Lightning McQueen Valentine's - which thrilled his little 3 year old, Cars-lovin' soul way more than a crayon heart anyway! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437421179819004706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3WZwR1MEyI/AAAAAAAABlY/4Ry1zp4jSJs/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437421998285875682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3Waf625aeI/AAAAAAAABlg/DodBvbfs2S0/s400/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437422811785201170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3WbPRYQBhI/AAAAAAAABlo/vQfZe6Q6Ils/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437423369380061490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3WbvulOYTI/AAAAAAAABlw/5PA_kvIgjZM/s400/valentine+crayon+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Kindergartener also wrote this little Valentine all on his own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437424388276391986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3WcrCRCkDI/AAAAAAAABl4/iELvH1-wqW0/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you can't read it, it says "Dear God, thank you for loving me. I love you to".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(S I G H).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most days, I just don't know what to do with this boy, but then there are those moments...little glimpses into the man he could become, and my hearts just melts! It makes it all worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-710428708851155714?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/710428708851155714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=710428708851155714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/710428708851155714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/710428708851155714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-colorful-valentines-day.html' title='Have a Colorful Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S3WZwR1MEyI/AAAAAAAABlY/4Ry1zp4jSJs/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-234908035202853095</id><published>2010-02-05T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:09:51.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>How cute are these?</title><content type='html'>Just in time for the 2-4 inches were suppost to get today....check out these cute edible snowmen.  I found them via &lt;a href="http://partyperfectblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/donut-snowmen.html"&gt;Party Perfect.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434806549899011122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S2xPwyWyZDI/AAAAAAAABlQ/7XsRDNSWdQk/s400/Donut-Snowmen_JPG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're even healthy! Yes, a raw baby carrot makes anything healthy, so go ahead serve up a few of these sweet frosty men for breakfast tomorrow....I think I will. Happy shoveling! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-234908035202853095?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/234908035202853095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=234908035202853095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/234908035202853095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/234908035202853095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-cute-are-these.html' title='How cute are these?'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S2xPwyWyZDI/AAAAAAAABlQ/7XsRDNSWdQk/s72-c/Donut-Snowmen_JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5394455762077245817</id><published>2010-02-01T09:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:01:30.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Boy, Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>For all you crafty mamas of boys who walk the fabric isles drooling over the lovely "girly" fabrics.... For all the moms who have to trudge through the rows and rows of girl clothes to get to the small section in the corner with the boy clothes....For all the mommies who feel they are limited to navy blue, royal blue and baby blue.....this post is for you!   For the entire month of February, they are celebrating The Boy over at &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2010/01/celebrate-boy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://madebyrae.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Made by Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Each day they'll post tutorials, giveaways, style and decorating ideas, and crafts...all for boys!  I give two thumbs up to these ladies!  As someone who loves to make things, you really have to think outside the box with boys.  I can't wait to see what these two come up with.  If you've got little men in your life, you might want to click on the links above to check it out too!  Let's celebrate our sweet little boys this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5394455762077245817?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5394455762077245817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5394455762077245817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5394455762077245817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5394455762077245817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/02/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy, Oh Boy'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5849810868180013764</id><published>2010-01-12T11:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:20:28.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{sweet surrender}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little brother is turning 30 today. He's not thrilled with the idea.   Although 30 is a huge milestone, I agree, it hasn't been bad. It's been pretty exciting so far really. But it's strange to think of my brother in his thirties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425901492041564482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0ysqMtmQUI/AAAAAAAABlA/E5YxIdPMJ-o/s400/me+%26+Jeff+baby+edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wasn't he a cutie?! (his big sister wasn't too bad looking herself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To honor him on his special day I wanted to make something for him that would encourage him, lift him up, something to help realize how blessed he is! So I came up with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425902622094689042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0ytr-fQgxI/AAAAAAAABlI/etmssbsocfg/s400/30+sucks+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A sucker bouquet with 30 suckers....representing just how sweet thirty can be, or sweet surrender in my brothers case, to whatever lies ahead!  I prefer to call it the "thrilling thirties".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, to the sweetest brother around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5849810868180013764?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5849810868180013764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5849810868180013764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5849810868180013764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5849810868180013764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-surrender.html' title='{sweet surrender}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0ysqMtmQUI/AAAAAAAABlA/E5YxIdPMJ-o/s72-c/me+%26+Jeff+baby+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8371288132704507407</id><published>2010-01-11T14:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:59:13.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>{snow day}</title><content type='html'>We had our first official "no school" snow day last week. My first thought was ....PANIC!!!! What am I going to do with two babies and two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt; boys all day long? Then I realized that Hubs would mostly likely not being going to work either - help has arrived! So I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; it "family fun day". Well, then we get the call that Hubs employer is opening it's doors at 10:00am....bye-bye Daddy. "Family fun day" quickly turned into "I think I feel a migraine coming on" day. I planned a few fun activities that the boys just really weren't into, or while I was feeding the babies, the boys decided to see how many lamps/pictures frames they could break by launching matchbox cars across the family room. All in all, we had a few special moments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; the chaos (isn't that life in a nutshell?) and I had my camera along to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We filled the bathtub* with snow! The boys thought it was the best fun ever! They put on their mittens and went to town scooping and dumping, and even a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt; testing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425593844657141746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0uU2w5Vt_I/AAAAAAAABkg/fQAHaMwUDMY/s400/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425595377575696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0uWP_dmmaI/AAAAAAAABko/LPMqQwwn6gk/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425596294163622786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0uXFWBMa4I/AAAAAAAABkw/m-6wKiK8YeI/s400/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*(Yes, I know that's mildew in the corners of my tub....I like it there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the closest L &amp;amp; N will get to playing in the snow this year! I found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snowflake&lt;/span&gt; template &lt;a href="http://www.marcels-kid-crafts.com/snowflake-pattern.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Happy snow days everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425597294763114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0uX_litAdI/AAAAAAAABk4/Syq3g_kaAdM/s400/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8371288132704507407?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8371288132704507407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8371288132704507407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8371288132704507407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8371288132704507407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-day.html' title='{snow day}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/S0uU2w5Vt_I/AAAAAAAABkg/fQAHaMwUDMY/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5542526978278236010</id><published>2009-12-25T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:36:30.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish you a ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kirstencan/4210924989/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4210924989_dd4304d892_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kirstencan/4210924989/"&gt;Merry Christmas to my flickr friends!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kirstencan/"&gt;kirstencan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....very Merry Christmas!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5542526978278236010?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5542526978278236010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5542526978278236010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5542526978278236010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5542526978278236010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-wish-you.html' title='We wish you a ...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4210924989_dd4304d892_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8280970815065267663</id><published>2009-12-16T14:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:36:05.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>We're still alive....</title><content type='html'>...just not functioning at 100%. We probably won't be for a while, and that's ok. Just don't come over and expect to, ya know, be able to see the floor for all the random clothes (clean and dirty), toys, and snack crumbs. Forget dirty dishes - it's the dirty baby bottles that are multiplying like rabbits! I haven't cleaned a toilet in weeks and I don't even know where my deodorant is, but we ARE alive! That's what's important, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 7 weeks have gone pretty smoothly. My mom was here for the first month (HUGE, HUGE BLESSING). We couldn't have done it without her. I love that she has been able to come for the birth of each of our children and stay a while and help. It's a special time for both of us - we laugh, we cry (mostly due to lack of sleep) - it's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{Thanks, Mom, for everything!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415945109372562546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SylNYc8qbHI/AAAAAAAABkQ/rFqH8se1Qq4/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415943546958480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SylL9ggHg1I/AAAAAAAABkI/MS79VDSs6Lc/s400/Me+and+mom+Nov+%2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last week has been a little bit on the rough side. Oh, who am I kidding...it was a TRAIN WREAK!!!!! I had a 3 day migraine that landed me in bed with an occasional run to the little girls room to expel my lunch. I ended up going to Prompt care to get an injection to try to end the misery! In the meantime, Hubs was holding down the fort and all four kiddos (doing a fine job, I might add). He even did the night shift with the twins all on his own - What a man!!! By the time I recovered, both of the boys had double ear infections AND Hubs had thrown his back out! When it rains it pours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT........we are alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415947813449116002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SylP12awKWI/AAAAAAAABkY/cl-olKkqHU0/s400/kids+with+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And we are so thankful for all four of these little blessings God has placed in our care.  It's a little overwhelming at times, but other times we're overwhelmed with joy!  God is so good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Merry Christmas, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8280970815065267663?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8280970815065267663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8280970815065267663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8280970815065267663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8280970815065267663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-still-alive.html' title='We&apos;re still alive....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SylNYc8qbHI/AAAAAAAABkQ/rFqH8se1Qq4/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5761142987272762907</id><published>2009-11-09T13:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:36:19.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>{They're Here!}</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite the rollercoaster, but I wouldn't miss this ride for anything in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402185188866715330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SvhqzqlG7sI/AAAAAAAABj0/HhCYbJfZoEc/s400/263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins were born a week earlier than we expected Oct 27th, coming a 36 weeks. "L" was 4lbs 10oz, and "N" was 5lbs 8oz. We brought them home from the hospital on Oct 31st.  My mom is here helping ...which is WONDERFUL and I don't know how we could do it without her! We're all walking around like zombies here, but soaking in some newborn goodness when we can. The boys love them and are adjusting well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be sure to post the whole story when I have a little more brain function.  We clearly see God's fingerprints all over this and are overwhelmed with the support we've received from the body of Christ...meals, diapers, clothes, helping hands, taking the older boys for a while....it's a beautiful thing!  Now, off to drink more caffeine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5761142987272762907?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5761142987272762907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5761142987272762907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5761142987272762907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5761142987272762907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/11/theyre-here.html' title='{They&apos;re Here!}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SvhqzqlG7sI/AAAAAAAABj0/HhCYbJfZoEc/s72-c/263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4565483521424033462</id><published>2009-10-18T13:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:43:10.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{3}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our little "O" turned three last week. Luckily I'd started planning for his birthday before we received the call about the twins. The poor guy would have been totally overlooked - I tend to only be able to focus on one big event at a time. We had planned to have "O"'s party at at local park, but it was just too cold, so it was moved to our house. It was a crowded but celebratory atmosphere! I just can't believe he's three already. All the preparations taking place for the twins remind me of being pregnant with "O" at this same time of year. I know everyone says this, but it seems like I just had him! Oh, how time, precious time, flies! Here are a few pictures from the party.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394016960373021330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sttl2MN3WpI/AAAAAAAABi8/TSkIHjejyfA/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The theme was dinosaurs, and we used purple, orange, green, and pale yellow colors. The scraps of fabric I've been saving finally came in handy with this birthday banner I made. See, I CAN be thrifty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394018644391179986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SttnYNrFNtI/AAAAAAAABjE/c-UQ7-QkNrs/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put together dinosaur terrariums (inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shimandsons/2457593120/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;these)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to use as centerpieces on the park picnic tables.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394021587138319378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SttqDgQrFBI/AAAAAAAABjM/zL7DOM36SRU/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; A herd of dino cupcakes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394022852253753298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SttrNJLsn9I/AAAAAAAABjU/jSBdhWrwdVw/s400/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An appliqued dino shirt (more fabric scraps put to good use!)....it was so cold though, he had to wear a sweatshirt under the long sleeved AND short sleeved tee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394025216908979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/StttWyNb7HI/AAAAAAAABjk/DKch2NIzYUo/s400/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Goody bags for each dino-guest....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394026031705548498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SttuGNkE5tI/AAAAAAAABjs/VwbpDFy7sPE/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...filled with non-candy favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday, sweet "O"!  We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4565483521424033462?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4565483521424033462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4565483521424033462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4565483521424033462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4565483521424033462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='{3}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sttl2MN3WpI/AAAAAAAABi8/TSkIHjejyfA/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3001429104011162061</id><published>2009-10-17T20:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:18:30.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>{monkeying around}</title><content type='html'>Everytime I find myself in the toy department at Target, I'm drawn to the classic stuffed sock monkey. I didn't have one as a child, but for some reason it takes me back to a happy simple place in my mind. It's comforting. I've been tempted to buy one on several occasions, even thinking up excusses for why I "need" to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://www.crazy8.com/shop/dept_item.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524445980018&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306244782&amp;amp;bmUID=1255830041157"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393752297026222050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp1Iwax9-I/AAAAAAAABic/WUNp4PxJgI8/s400/sockmonkeyonepiece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I could dress the twins up as a squishy, huggable, kissable, cuddly SOCK MONKEYS! How adorable is that??!!! And of course, there are accessories!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp1rKMajYI/AAAAAAAABik/tnQ3FjQuXeA/s1600-h/boy+sock+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393752888060841346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp1rKMajYI/AAAAAAAABik/tnQ3FjQuXeA/s400/boy+sock+monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp11jlQKBI/AAAAAAAABis/UfgVxehjuY4/s1600-h/girl+sock+monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393753066674595858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp11jlQKBI/AAAAAAAABis/UfgVxehjuY4/s400/girl+sock+monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazy8.com/shop/dept_item.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524445980026&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306244782&amp;amp;bmUID=1255830041161"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Coordinating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boy/&lt;a href="http://www.crazy8.com/shop/dept_item.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524445980025&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306244780&amp;amp;bmUID=1255830041163"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;girl outfits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393755134874116658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp3t8OcYjI/AAAAAAAABi0/hTc2OU3um1w/s400/sockmonkeyhat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the &lt;a href="http://www.crazy8.com/shop/dept_item.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374305284883&amp;amp;PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524445980033&amp;amp;bmUID=1255831422854"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I noticed these fun &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Arrivals-Sock-Monkey-Burp-Cloths/dp/B000LXVOLK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;node=1038576&amp;amp;keywords=sock%20monkey%20burp%20cloths&amp;amp;field_browse=1038576&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Arrivals%20Sock%20Monkey%20Burp%20Cloths&amp;amp;field_availability=-2&amp;amp;refinementHistory=subjectbin%2Ctarget_com_age%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576&amp;amp;field_launch-date=-1y&amp;amp;searchRank=relevancerank&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;field_keywords=sock%20monkey%20burp%20cloths"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sock monkey burp cloths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Target.  It just makes me have the urge to go knit something.....if only I knew how how to knit!&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/8188002869202876384-3001429104011162061?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3001429104011162061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3001429104011162061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3001429104011162061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3001429104011162061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/10/monkeying-around.html' title='{monkeying around}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Stp1Iwax9-I/AAAAAAAABic/WUNp4PxJgI8/s72-c/sockmonkeyonepiece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3235512289936042929</id><published>2009-09-15T13:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:28:57.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>{Fun Stuff}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've obviously got twins on the brain lately! In doing a little research for a few things we'll need, I've stumbled on some fun stuff too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like this sweet little book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twin-Margaret-OHair/dp/0689844948/ref=wl_it_dp_o?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;coliid=I1XO49LN4YNAKM&amp;amp;colid=1FH1QE866BXQ7"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Twin to Twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; by Margaret O'Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And isn't this bird's nest necklace beautiful! You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=30180876"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(although, I guess I would need 4 eggs in my nest). I just love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381772839060682770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_l4h4OuBI/AAAAAAAABh0/0I6QXqTqY9g/s400/mama+bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=28485684"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;darling onsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! So fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381773568374603298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_mi-yN_iI/AAAAAAAABh8/0jkFqKn-0oY/s400/doublr+trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure what you do with &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29192499"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but aren't they cute?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381774661319462834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_nimUlD7I/AAAAAAAABiE/LGCDwJ1hsbE/s400/peas+in+pod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How sweet would they look in these coordinating &lt;a href="http://www.childrensplace.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product_10001_10001_-1_558968_88705_24101%7C24556%7C24541_newborn%7Cnewborn%20necessities%7Caccessories_newborns"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sweater caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776736875826978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_pbaXxzyI/AAAAAAAABiM/Dl_apNqEnao/s400/sweater+cap+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776899553586306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_pk4ZLbII/AAAAAAAABiU/PjWVClhKH2A/s400/sweater+cap+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, I'm having a little too much fun.  Please continue to pray for the birth mom.  She's been sick and has had some contractions.  The babies need a few more weeks to become stronger and further developed.  We're just overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and support we've received due to these babies!  Thank you all and we truly appreciate your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3235512289936042929?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3235512289936042929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3235512289936042929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3235512289936042929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3235512289936042929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-stuff.html' title='{Fun Stuff}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sq_l4h4OuBI/AAAAAAAABh0/0I6QXqTqY9g/s72-c/mama+bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3473410204441109835</id><published>2009-09-09T06:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:36:58.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>{Big, BIG news!}</title><content type='html'>Psalm 30 was a huge comfort to me after we miscarried in 2003. Verse 11 says, "You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;..." and I took that as a direct promise from God that even though I was hurting, one day God would cause my soul to dance again. A few months later we realized we were expecting our now 5 year-old........I danced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have two beautiful boys! God placed on our hearts some time ago the desire to adopt. Of course, I want a girl. And as I posted a while back, we began the adoption application process with an agency and realized we just couldn't afford it, and didn't feel peace with continuing. Our only other option really is a private adoption. I know this can be rare and hard to come by. We have a friend that is a nurse at an OB's office in town. I casually mentioned to her in May that we were wanting to adopt if anything came up in her office. Last week I was just starting to think "who am I kidding? It's not like an adoption is just going to fall in our laps"!!! Then the phone rings. It's a doctor looking for an adoptive family! .....PLOP....right in our laps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, the BIG news is that we are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adopting a baby &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and ...................................a baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;boy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yep, you read that correctly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWINS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not only is God answering our prayer and filling my heart's desire with a girl, but a bonus boy! He is soooo good! We have given this a lot of thought and prayer! We're overwhelmed with the thought of sleepless nights with one baby, let alone two! And the thought of how in the world we'll be able to afford diapers and formula for two babies has occurred to us a time or two. Our three bedrooms will be bursting with furniture and be far from "Pottery Barn perfect". We'll be cranky, tired, and poor, but we'll have love! (I think I feel a song coming on....) When God tells you to do something, you obey and He'll do the rest. So we're excited to see how this unfolds to watch God at work through this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies should be joining us November 2, unless they come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for:&lt;br /&gt;~ the birth mom: this is a very difficult time for her.&lt;br /&gt;~ the development of the babies.&lt;br /&gt;~ a safe and healthy delivery.&lt;br /&gt;~ that God would supply all the things we need to care for these little ones.&lt;br /&gt;~ that the boys would adjust quickly and smoothly (they'll have to share a room :}&lt;br /&gt;~ for our marriage! :)&lt;br /&gt;~ that we'd grow as a family through this exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;~ for healthy bonding with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;~ that all of this would point to Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is always a chance that she could change her mind. But we're just going to proceed as if they're ours...if they're not that's God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;We're so excited ....and have so little time to get everything ready! We appreciate your prayers so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go search for the perfect fabric to make baby bedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3473410204441109835?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3473410204441109835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3473410204441109835&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3473410204441109835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3473410204441109835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-big-news.html' title='{Big, BIG news!}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2434705893886959461</id><published>2009-09-06T07:09:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:26:05.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{Welcome to Seussville}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOys7_-5JI/AAAAAAAABhc/AR7aNZAlgTA/s1600-h/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378338865100547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOys7_-5JI/AAAAAAAABhc/AR7aNZAlgTA/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we went to the cutest, incredibly creative, most thought through kids birthday party I've ever attended! It was for our friend's twin boys 1st birthday. The twins posed as "thing 1" and "thing 2" from the Dr. Seuss book series - too adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378326947918682146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOn3RCamCI/AAAAAAAABfs/eEV3L0WoKzU/s400/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378327498010200354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOoXSSdCSI/AAAAAAAABf0/MqvNz3sn6Yo/s400/111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The bounce house was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328175470552162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOo-uBlpGI/AAAAAAAABf8/SHQMjHfLFAI/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328941629393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOprUMFyjI/AAAAAAAABgE/epH5EH0TJgU/s400/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the Grandmas with one of the "things" - I LOVE her outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378329871540981426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOqhcYSjrI/AAAAAAAABgM/vH_fKaOSzAE/s400/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good food!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378330520872308050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOrHPU8TVI/AAAAAAAABgU/dZodDK2KTtI/s400/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...and what would a Dr. Seuss party be without Green Eggs and Ham?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378331571765039570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOsEaNS0dI/AAAAAAAABgc/cPJnbU4oXqU/s400/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe one of the grandmas free handed this sign for the game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378332585547563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOs_a14gOI/AAAAAAAABgk/YYPkoutCElw/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378333157255924322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOtgsnxymI/AAAAAAAABgs/rRYQsp0mk_A/s400/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378333798813836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOuGCnGpDI/AAAAAAAABg0/wYX1dMv6hYs/s400/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They found this great pinata on Ebay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334758603926482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOu96G5K9I/AAAAAAAABg8/qh4jvphbi8c/s400/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378335393004219058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOvi1btarI/AAAAAAAABhE/3kw0IySzObA/s400/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378336491349792130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOwixFs1YI/AAAAAAAABhM/mJoSM8ADvOE/s400/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat in the Hat stopped by for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378337662984932690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOxm9xSTVI/AAAAAAAABhU/w7cBwfHGQuM/s400/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378340749312166370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqO0anPCieI/AAAAAAAABhk/Rkv6-PvSPCc/s400/239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378341603140093698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqO1MT_exwI/AAAAAAAABhs/CbVcU5sb-cs/s400/216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, to these sweet little guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-2434705893886959461?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2434705893886959461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2434705893886959461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2434705893886959461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2434705893886959461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-seussville.html' title='{Welcome to Seussville}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SqOys7_-5JI/AAAAAAAABhc/AR7aNZAlgTA/s72-c/258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6340934280243328965</id><published>2009-08-13T09:11:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:46:21.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>{Anniversary Getaway - Day 4 &amp; 5}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 4 .... We slept in a bit and got ready to spend the morning swimming with dolphins! After breakfast (I tried a new juice - kiwi, guava, and honey), I took a dip in the pool while Hubs rested in the shade. He was not feeling so well - sore throat and no energy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369452164030490530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQgS2t9Z6I/AAAAAAAABc0/D_RXBloOh08/s400/Mexico+09+210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369453216310694610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQhQGxHEtI/AAAAAAAABc8/ut3QHlcSaeU/s400/Mexico+09+217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369454170344632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQiHo0hsMI/AAAAAAAABdE/wxMdIhYNiDY/s400/Mexico+09+213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we headed to the shuttle to ride to Dolphin Discovery. We got to be up close and personal with two different dolphins. They're such beautiful creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369455231510550738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQjFZ-MmNI/AAAAAAAABdM/8Mnu3U52k60/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't allow any cameras - so you HAVE to purchase their pictures, at $15-20 a picture! David was feeling pretty bad after his swim, and he said he didn't care to have a picture, so we only have a photo of me with a dolphin. I wish now that I had just bought one of him anyway - oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we got back to the resort, Hubs went to bed while I got a little lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I headed to the beach by myself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369457080348593874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQkxBbiTtI/AAAAAAAABdU/FYpJIWNrClQ/s400/Mexico+09+220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369457761485853058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQlYq3UEYI/AAAAAAAABdc/niqL4_pAcV0/s400/Mexico+09+223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(just experimenting with the camera :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369458832848347106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQmXCACX-I/AAAAAAAABdk/hoKovYuY8tE/s400/Mexico+09+249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369459548898752722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQnAtfweNI/AAAAAAAABds/ABbv0CCceh8/s400/Mexico+09+243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460260120467682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQnqHAOmOI/AAAAAAAABd0/aE4xLgbQ7rk/s400/Mexico+09+236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461025797448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQoWrX2IgI/AAAAAAAABd8/_QMw3wzOTlw/s400/Mexico+09+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369461375910540418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQorDpT9II/AAAAAAAABeE/FXMN74PD05I/s400/Mex09meatocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hubs joined me on the beach so that our suite could be cleaned. He didn't feel up to getting in a picture, but he took this one of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went back to the room and Hubs started feeling worse. He was lying on the bed when I noticed him shaking with chills - he had a fever. That's when I started to get a little worried. He didn't have have an upset stomach, so I knew it wasn't swine flu or anything like that, but I was concerned that he wouldn't be able to fly the next day! I found out that there was a doctor on site, so about 8:00pm he made a house call to our room (a nice $127 fee...in cash!) and discovered Hubs had a throat infection, most likely Strep throat. He prescribed an antibiotic and a pain killer (another $60 in cash). So Hubs started popping his Mexican drugs while I ordered some room service. I ate dinner around 9:00pm while Hubs slept. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369468331256139042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQu_6U7TSI/AAAAAAAABeM/RX4ZT41ydR8/s400/Mexico+09+260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were both bummed to lose our last night at the resort, but what can you do?! There was also some confusion concerning our ride to the airport for our departure flight. The next morning we had to rush out, throwing our stuff into our suitcases. We ended up leaving a couple items in the room. But we did end up catching an earlier flight from Atlanta into Bloomington, eliminating our 6-hour layover! All-in-all, it was a great trip (minus Hubs' illness) and we'd love to go back someday. I'm already plotting a return trip, but next time we thought it might be fun to go with another couple. I'm so glad we had the opportunity to go. Hopefully, I won't have to wait 10 years to see the beach again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369469190805948946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQvx8ZkihI/AAAAAAAABeU/J3gKD-fYojw/s400/Mexico+09+247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary, Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's to 10 years.....and many, many more! I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6340934280243328965?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6340934280243328965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6340934280243328965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6340934280243328965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6340934280243328965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-getaway-day-4-5.html' title='{Anniversary Getaway - Day 4 &amp; 5}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoQgS2t9Z6I/AAAAAAAABc0/D_RXBloOh08/s72-c/Mexico+09+210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1102901931911964300</id><published>2009-08-12T21:28:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:50:42.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>{Anniversary Getaway - Day 3}</title><content type='html'>Day 3 .... We started out early, 7:45am to be exact, on a shuttle headed for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chichen_Itza"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chithen' Itza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to tour the Mayan ruins. This was an all-day excursion. We made a stop at Ik Kil, a sacred sinkhole, or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cenotes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cenote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we were allowed to take a swim.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little sceptical at first, but once we got down in the underground portion, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was breath-taking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369274265878332946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoN-f0dTBhI/AAAAAAAABa0/JkDlh-vXlcs/s400/Mex09Sinkhole1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David took the plunge first...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369275371708896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoN_gL_2VOI/AAAAAAAABa8/1mytvwYEPKk/s400/Mexico+09+140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369276075974396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOAJLl1CyI/AAAAAAAABbE/c_ldn0aggBk/s400/Mex09Davidinsinkhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I reluctantly got in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369277433691248306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOBYNewFrI/AAAAAAAABbM/Y9s40TUVGeE/s400/Mex09Callieinsinkhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could see fish swimming all around me, which was a little creepy, but I really wanted to be able to say that I did it!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369278930607669138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOCvV7b_5I/AAAAAAAABbU/Oo4jE7jZN0w/s400/Mex09usinsinkhole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I did it"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next up were the ruins at Chithen' Itza. It was HOT and humid that day. We did a lot of standing and listening to the tour guide. I was dripping with sweat! It was all very fascinating, just a little too much information for me.....Hubs, the geography and history buff, was loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369279640477380434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoODYqZkL1I/AAAAAAAABbc/fCCKu_LLRE4/s400/Mexico+09+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369281023091183458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOEpJCYj2I/AAAAAAAABbk/SpKIIjrsmCk/s400/Mexico+09+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369281701931401458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOFQp6gQPI/AAAAAAAABbs/tYGJLdCfx6o/s400/Mexico+09+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back at the resort, we cleaned up for dinner. We had 5 star meals at the Lobster Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369282807448527746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOGRASU44I/AAAAAAAABb0/j8DloBRegi4/s400/Mexico+09+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369284034460552674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOHYbQyjeI/AAAAAAAABb8/PXbIYpYUD0g/s400/Mex09LobsterPot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369284365924765410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOHruEBDuI/AAAAAAAABcE/66amGJ23n1I/s400/Mex09LobsterPot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David started with clam chowder, and I had this green salad with apples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dried fruit, and nuts in a spicy dressing ...... so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369285522729762386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOIvDf0flI/AAAAAAAABcM/Q9bDArgotf4/s400/Mexico+09+185.JPG" border="0" /&gt; David ordered the "Surf and Turf" - steak and lobster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369286520033046722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOJpGvc8MI/AAAAAAAABcU/LSkpKstcVLU/s400/Mexico+09+186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Chipoltle Creamed Lobster. I couldn't resist playing with the empty lobster tail (what can I say, I'm entertained easily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369288207692664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOLLVw3D7I/AAAAAAAABck/TcwQtnGSjRY/s400/Mexico+09+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369288922604983010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoOL09BPUuI/AAAAAAAABcs/VDErqjzm98s/s400/Mex09LobsterPot4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4....... coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8188002869202876384-1102901931911964300?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1102901931911964300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1102901931911964300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1102901931911964300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1102901931911964300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-getaway-day-3.html' title='{Anniversary Getaway - Day 3}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoN-f0dTBhI/AAAAAAAABa0/JkDlh-vXlcs/s72-c/Mex09Sinkhole1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1271938639609528355</id><published>2009-08-12T14:45:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:59:28.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>{Anniversary Getaway - Day 2}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 2.... After breakfast, we headed to the BEACH! Ahhhh, just so beautiful! I haven't been to the beach since our honeymoon - it was a l- o- n- g overdue date! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369169039913151298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMey3MMa0I/AAAAAAAABXg/KFApzu9jkgw/s400/Mexico+09+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369171644273322658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMhKdMC6qI/AAAAAAAABYI/Il6WBeHipDs/s400/Mex09Magazinelap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369200063364873650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoM7AqjePbI/AAAAAAAABak/ifSrmZ4wcY4/s400/Mex09Catamaran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The resort had several catamarans to take out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We would have loved to try it if we'd had any clue at all what we were doing! We also saw wild dolphins, but they were too fast to capture with the camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369172854235601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMiQ4piG4I/AAAAAAAABYY/NVEHQIwdDGM/s400/Mex09shades+and+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369173629193909442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMi9_l_dMI/AAAAAAAABYg/KAOmtc7WcLI/s400/Mexico+09+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some women doing yoga on the beach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After a few hours, we moved to one of the pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369175831993421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMk-NqUjqI/AAAAAAAABYo/aMZkBwCYqmE/s400/Mexico+09+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369179896593436274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMoqzeeznI/AAAAAAAABZI/JlKP6L78Kvk/s400/Mexico+09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was a Henna artist on site......so of course, I had to get a little body art!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369180634948935858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMpVyEJoLI/AAAAAAAABZQ/9jQTrzJdKx8/s400/Mex09Hennaart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369181265989880434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMp6g4CSnI/AAAAAAAABZY/l3ZQpryL8dU/s400/Mexico+09+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369181921781960722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMqgr5DUBI/AAAAAAAABZg/eGDDQbwi4yE/s400/Mexico+09+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ink needs 30 minutes to dry, so we both laid out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369182639917940146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMrKfKAvbI/AAAAAAAABZo/E5JrxCL8EVE/s400/Mexico+09+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369183788527595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMsNWD5MVI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oT194pK12Tc/s400/Mexico+09+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We also took the opportunity to have our picture taken with a monkey (I don't know exactly what these monkeys are called, but you know, it's like Marcel, Ross' monkey on 'Friends'). He was so adorable and cuddly - I could have taken him home with me. This was probably the highlight of Hubs' day! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369194822905034674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoM2PoUe97I/AAAAAAAABaQ/kA8p0EmM_VQ/s400/Mex09Davidmonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369195235585120882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoM2nprFWnI/AAAAAAAABaY/7pItv7-VW_A/s400/Mex09calliemonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369183127920607026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMrm5G6fzI/AAAAAAAABZw/djboohevtFk/s400/Mex09Cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pool, we showered up for an evening in Playa del Carmen, a nearby city know for it's shopping. We bought a few items and took in the scenery. I enjoyed this traditional Mexican musical group, who happen to be serenading a couple during their dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185431122206930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMts9M94NI/AAAAAAAABaA/T6-j2HKMxg8/s400/Mexico+09+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back at the resort, we ended our evening with dinner at a steak house. I'm not much of a steak person, but it was probably the best steak I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186435709425474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMunblOV0I/AAAAAAAABaI/cGa5OYf6FHc/s400/Mex09BWTealdress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned for Day 3.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I know you're on the edge of your seat! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1271938639609528355?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1271938639609528355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1271938639609528355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1271938639609528355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1271938639609528355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-getaway-day-2.html' title='{Anniversary Getaway - Day 2}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMey3MMa0I/AAAAAAAABXg/KFApzu9jkgw/s72-c/Mexico+09+094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8860232649902834600</id><published>2009-08-12T13:22:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:44:58.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>{Anniversary Getaway - Day 1}</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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hola, Amigos!&lt;/span&gt; Hubs and I have returned from our tropical getaway ... and all I can say is, 'AMAZING!'  We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.valentinimperialmayaresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Valentin Imperial Maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the Riviera Maya (south of Cancun). We've never stayed at an all-inclusive resort before and had no idea what we were missing out on: gourmet food 24 hours a day ... at a beautiful restaurant or delivered to your suite, friendly staff at your beck and call, enough activities to make your head spin, and all set against the most beautiful tropical background. {Sigh}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived on Thursday around 1:30pm - we were greeted with champagne and cold wet wash cloths to cool off with!  They didn't have our room ready, so we roamed around the resort, "oooohhh"ing and "ahhhhhh"ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149124685929826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMMrpMBHWI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pTsX_N1Bi1A/s400/Mexico+09+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369151433213667586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMOyBH66QI/AAAAAAAABVo/XtBQMlqhiq8/s400/Mexico+09+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There were iguanas everywhere ... literally!  We saw a few signs cautioning the guests to not disturb the "nesting areas." We could tell they were quite comfortable with all the attention, posing for their paparazzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369152168656355266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMPc03Hv8I/AAAAAAAABVw/daar-uYLZJU/s400/Mex09Iguana1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we were escorted to our suite by the bellboy {more "oohhhh"ing and "aaaahhhh"ing}.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153665773955266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMQz-DxaMI/AAAAAAAABV4/eqO-y6QpEco/s400/Mexico+09+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369156210817666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMTIHFejGI/AAAAAAAABWQ/aa1-p6w-u2E/s400/Mexico+09+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369156796594288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMTqNRgddI/AAAAAAAABWY/eiPuQB6h7O0/s400/Mexico+09+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157436491160178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMUPdEz2nI/AAAAAAAABWg/D3NGcUvYDy8/s400/Mexico+09+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369158079626455778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMU048NquI/AAAAAAAABWo/v3Qp8YsH4xc/s400/Mexico+09+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once we got settled in, we went and booked our excursions with the travel company, then came back to get ready for dinner. We ate at an Italian place ... Mmmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369159086637954034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMVvgWds_I/AAAAAAAABWw/VCKy9S1umx8/s400/Mexico+09+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we'd had a few bites to eat, we went to check out the fire show.  Scantily clad natives dancing with fire - it was a must see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369160873622780178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMXXhY2ORI/AAAAAAAABW4/hLRiG3GZRc8/s400/Mexico+09+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369161484735662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMX7F9gyXI/AAAAAAAABXA/b2GUL-YzL8o/s400/Mexico+09+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369162405133626402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMYwqtfLCI/AAAAAAAABXI/9RF6zGxIDBw/s400/Mexico+09+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A beautiful ending to a beautiful day!  Stay tuned for Day 2.............&lt;/p&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/8188002869202876384-8860232649902834600?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8860232649902834600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8860232649902834600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8860232649902834600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8860232649902834600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-getaway-day-1.html' title='{Anniversary Getaway - Day 1}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoMMrpMBHWI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pTsX_N1Bi1A/s72-c/Mexico+09+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4745885925642481476</id><published>2009-08-04T18:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:11:26.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>A Little Crafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I haven't been very faithful at posting lately....that's life I guess. But I have been doing a little crafting. Hubs and I are getting ready to leave for a long overdue getaway to celebrate our 10th anniversary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I travel I have this &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;issue &lt;/span&gt;with what to do with my jewelry. It usually it ends up in a baggy....very classy, huh! So I got this idea in my head that I'd MAKE a jewelry case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjIhWwwOfI/AAAAAAAABUg/tEves_Ie0oA/s1600-h/Jewlery+Case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259431383251442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjIhWwwOfI/AAAAAAAABUg/tEves_Ie0oA/s400/Jewlery+Case.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, then I decided I needed a coordinating case for my flat iron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366259676603798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjIvoR40vI/AAAAAAAABUo/PVSVM_vOsz0/s400/Flat+Iron+Case.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I had fabric to spare, so I made an "Ouch Pouch" for all the potential meds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you have to take along...just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366260004864239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjJCvJRprI/AAAAAAAABUw/jfP2koM8Sck/s400/Ouch+Pouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Asside from the rush to make some cute travel accerssories, I made these placemats for the boys. I'm hoping this fall to have "I" start helping with setting the table, so I thought it would be a good idea to have a diagram to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366261874512743650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjKvkINzOI/AAAAAAAABU4/R5aXMrhgDnI/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly, "I" was in a camp-like preschool program this summer. I made these coffe cozies to go along with a Starbucks gift card. We wrote a little thank you around the lid. I got the tutorial from Erin over at &lt;a href="http://houseonhillroad.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/06/teacher-gifts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;House on Hill Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366263405865802530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjMIs3PGyI/AAAAAAAABVA/F7Yk5liXGSg/s400/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll be back soon .....hopefully.....to share a bit from our tropical getaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4745885925642481476?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4745885925642481476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4745885925642481476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4745885925642481476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4745885925642481476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-crafting.html' title='A Little Crafting'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SnjIhWwwOfI/AAAAAAAABUg/tEves_Ie0oA/s72-c/Jewlery+Case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4397604768648904824</id><published>2009-07-14T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:17:52.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Dream Bike}</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in love with this bike! How cool would it be to have one of these???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/?utm_source=LinkContestB200x300&amp;amp;utm_medium=banner&amp;amp;utm_campaign=LinkContestQ209"&gt;&lt;img alt="Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes" src="http://www.madsencycles.com/images/banners/banner-200a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the image to check it out!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4397604768648904824?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4397604768648904824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4397604768648904824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4397604768648904824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4397604768648904824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-bike.html' title='{Dream Bike}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-611686041517940723</id><published>2009-06-29T18:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:40:10.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><title type='text'>{Cowboy Up}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been meaning to do a photo session of sorts with Isaiah to try to capture him at age 5. Well, I finally got around to it last night. We went to a park nearby and took a few props. I didn't get everything I wanted, but I few a good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352892966781287026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SklLyt2venI/AAAAAAAABT4/R1b8Z2ABBmY/s400/Isaiah-applebook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought this was appropriate with Kindergarten quickly approaching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352893850517451762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SklMmKB3M_I/AAAAAAAABUA/JEIYLwQusS8/s400/Isaiah-cowboyback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Every cowboy needs a sunset!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352894308615729538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SklNA0lAMYI/AAAAAAAABUI/f63y4Z3eFqg/s400/Isaiah-cowboydown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's changing everyday. I just want to capture and enjoy each moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you, little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-611686041517940723?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/611686041517940723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=611686041517940723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/611686041517940723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/611686041517940723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/06/cowboy-up.html' title='{Cowboy Up}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SklLyt2venI/AAAAAAAABT4/R1b8Z2ABBmY/s72-c/Isaiah-applebook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2586531186756167571</id><published>2009-06-12T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:47:23.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...make an apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346524278746657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SjKrgSGyNMI/AAAAAAAABTk/r8155wzGJ00/s400/lemon+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You don't see a lot of aprons much anymore, but most of us have some sort of fond memory attached to an apron. Maybe it was your grandma's, a great aunt's, or even your mom's. I have one of my grandma's old aprons that she wore regularly - I used it as a pattern for this lemon apron. For me, aprons mean love, warmth, comfort...which all come from the person wearing the apron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I remember as a little girl, having friends over to my house. Mom pulled out several of her own aprons and we each chose one to wear while baking peanut butter cookies. We thought we were so grown up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346526794433119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SjKtytxLQ6I/AAAAAAAABTs/hHAv4WfzUU4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I saw this fabric, I knew it would make the perfect summer apron.....it just makes me happy looking at it ...it's the simple things, ya know!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it's a little symbolic for me.  We've been handed a few disappointing lemons this year.  Attitude makes all the difference - it's how you look at the lemons.  Make something yummy out of them....an apron, a pie, maybe lemonade from &lt;a href="http://elise.com/recipes/archives/000479perfect_lemonade.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;this recipe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and let your kids sell it at their cute little &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/making-a-lemonade-stand"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;lemonade stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-2586531186756167571?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2586531186756167571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2586531186756167571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2586531186756167571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2586531186756167571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons,...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SjKrgSGyNMI/AAAAAAAABTk/r8155wzGJ00/s72-c/lemon+apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7047257704571704725</id><published>2009-06-11T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:03:15.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><title type='text'>Summer Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer has offically begun around here according to these little feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....and my kitchen floor, which I can't seem to keep clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope your summer is filled with good clean feet,....er.....uh...fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346162844339350002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SjFiyCA9KfI/AAAAAAAABTc/bkQDxqOAAvs/s400/Summer+feet+collage+(june09).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-7047257704571704725?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7047257704571704725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7047257704571704725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7047257704571704725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7047257704571704725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-feet.html' title='Summer Feet'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SjFiyCA9KfI/AAAAAAAABTc/bkQDxqOAAvs/s72-c/Summer+feet+collage+(june09).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-658255516840758493</id><published>2009-06-07T14:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:33:25.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>This stuff is for the birds!</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for activities to do with the boys this summer...something to keep them engaged so that they don't end up watching videos all day. I'd seen &lt;a href="http://lets-explore.net/blog/2009/06/birdseed-cookies/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this idea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;on another blog so I thought we'd try it. Birdseed cookies...that's right - special cookies for the birds. Well, actually it's just a bird feeder of sorts, but the 5 yr old thought it sounded pretty cool to make cookies for the birds, and the 2 yr old just heard the word "cookie" and was on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344667733961386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SiwS_J1CqLI/AAAAAAAABS8/GV_8JpSQ0mI/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got the ingredients all mixed up the 5 yr old was done...he didn't want to get his hands messy, and the 2 yrs old kept trying to eat the mixture, but abandoned the project once he realized that seeds are a bit difficult to chew up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344668316583852194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SiwThERD-KI/AAAAAAAABTE/6LPvoJq-WPU/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, I ended up making birdseed cookies all by myself (so much for entertaining the boys). They turned out OK, I think... I mean I didn't taste them or anything, but they keep mysteriously disappearing. I don't think the poor birds have even had a nibble due to the pesky squirrels around here. We may rename them "squirrel cookies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe in case you have some hungry birds, ..or uh, ...squirrels in your neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;3 T. corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;4 c. bird seed (the smaller the seeds the better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Roll out onto waxed paper and cut into shapes. Use a straw to make a hole for the yarn. Allow to dry for a few hours, turning once or twice. String yarn through the hole and hang where you can enjoy watching the birds (or squirrels) savor their treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344669072393323058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SiwUND4FQjI/AAAAAAAABTM/ARrkUZNRy_c/s400/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-658255516840758493?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/658255516840758493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=658255516840758493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/658255516840758493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/658255516840758493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-stuff-is-for-birds.html' title='This stuff is for the birds!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SiwS_J1CqLI/AAAAAAAABS8/GV_8JpSQ0mI/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6360746255902433841</id><published>2009-05-18T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:50:09.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my walk'/><title type='text'>{Time, Space, and Faith}</title><content type='html'>I'm no farmer, but I could totally relate to &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/05/time-and-space.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Sometimes we need a little time, space, and faith to let a miracle unfold.   And who among us isn't praying for a miracle of some sort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6360746255902433841?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6360746255902433841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6360746255902433841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6360746255902433841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6360746255902433841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-space-and-faith.html' title='{Time, Space, and Faith}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1791884709097252138</id><published>2009-05-14T15:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:33:35.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>{Play Dough Love}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys have really been into play dough lately. I attempted to make some a few months back, but it turned out too soft and runny - a complete mess to play with. I recently came across a different recipe and decided to try one more time. This one turned out great!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335794600706381442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgyM60mNFoI/AAAAAAAABS0/UStA-73Wg0A/s400/playdough+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Mix the following items together in a saucepan:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 C. flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1 C. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 T. cream of tartar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*then add these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 C. water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 T. veg. oil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* Turn the heat on low and stir continuously until the mixture congeals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*split the dough into 4 equal parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* spread out each into a pancake and add food coloring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* fold in the coloring until completely incorporated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*store in an airtight container for months and months.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1791884709097252138?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1791884709097252138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1791884709097252138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1791884709097252138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1791884709097252138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-dough-love.html' title='{Play Dough Love}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgyM60mNFoI/AAAAAAAABS0/UStA-73Wg0A/s72-c/playdough+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8051795031061061480</id><published>2009-05-06T14:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:06:16.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><title type='text'>{Green Blankie}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were given several hand-knit and crocheted blankets when our first child was born. Before his first birthday, he had attached himself to one particular blanket...."green blankie", as it is affectionately referred to. I've always thought this was very sweet, and planned to keep the blanket to bring back out when HIS first child is born. I imagined his tiny son or daughter wrapped snugly in the warmth of this well-loved blanket. Now that he's five, he still spends each night with his green blankie......it just looks a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;different than it did 5 years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332803165773830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgHsOZEHG1I/AAAAAAAABSc/VFFx-Jpd1_U/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this is not the work of a GIANT moth. Those massive holes were made by lovingly dragging green blankie across the floor, snagging it on toys, books, and furniture, or whatever else was in his path.  It's miraculously survived 5 years of naps, sicknesses, tantrums, and bedtime stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332804554676764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgHtfPIX_cI/AAAAAAAABSk/rtPtLaEnjtg/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This boy is hard on everything (you should see his jeans). He doesn't seem to be bothered with the fact that his beloved blankie is falling apart. One of these days, I'll probably find him snuggled up with nothing but a ball of green yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332819890703298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgH7b6SB74I/AAAAAAAABSs/PO-RP3xgKOo/s400/Green+blankie+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8051795031061061480?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8051795031061061480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8051795031061061480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8051795031061061480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8051795031061061480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/05/green-blankie.html' title='{Green Blankie}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SgHsOZEHG1I/AAAAAAAABSc/VFFx-Jpd1_U/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3300638852080698094</id><published>2009-04-24T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:02:53.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SfIam7_PEhI/AAAAAAAABSU/yco8hLRMdHs/s1600-h/Juice+box+happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350565372989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SfIam7_PEhI/AAAAAAAABSU/yco8hLRMdHs/s400/Juice+box+happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....a Big Bird juice box right after you wake up from a nap!  Hope your weekend is this great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3300638852080698094?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3300638852080698094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3300638852080698094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3300638852080698094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3300638852080698094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SfIam7_PEhI/AAAAAAAABSU/yco8hLRMdHs/s72-c/Juice+box+happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8707823463825334394</id><published>2009-04-18T16:07:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:57:52.492-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>"Ceeeeeeeeelebrate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...good times, com'on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we've been celebrating this boy's birthday forever. Well, a week to be exact. And why shouldn't we - it's not everyday that you turn 5! We had a party with a few friends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371764806964093394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoxXoZAKIdI/AAAAAAAABfc/7R4AFCk8xk8/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326142139447478770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepCDoUBifI/AAAAAAAABRE/aEijf6NJJS4/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326142731322439362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepCmFOAtsI/AAAAAAAABRM/6lMI1RElqYM/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "color your world" party. The guests all wore their favorite color. We did a little "art" project: star shaped crayons. The boys had fun peeling the wrapping off crayons, and breaking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326143623539455362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepDaA_H9YI/AAAAAAAABRU/Bjoa5Gdq1wU/s400/crayon+wrapping.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then we placed the broken crayons in a star mold.....which I THOUGHT was made of silicone. With all the silicone bake ware out there now, I just assumed this was the same stuff. Apparently, it was some type of plastic. So, the crayons melted,... but so did the mold! The crayons still looked somewhat star-shaped.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326144743282280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepEbMWniBI/AAAAAAAABRc/_2H9PJvq_As/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371766025848840034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoxYvVs7X2I/AAAAAAAABfk/af-fPvJfZzY/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326145432807960642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepFDVCWcEI/AAAAAAAABRk/erT9p6lLrBE/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The gift opening was a flurry of little boy arms, legs, and wrapping paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326146354992498290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepF5AcRxnI/AAAAAAAABRs/w4eV3DDH6ww/s400/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326147312226918626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepGwuav4OI/AAAAAAAABR0/CLWtUYioYXE/s400/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And what color-themed party would be complete without a colorful cake? I've been dreaming of how I'd make this cake for months. It actually looked a lot neater than this before we hacked into it, but the kids loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763744918462978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoxWqkkv4gI/AAAAAAAABfU/kQizA3A6hR8/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326149300392508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepIkc6XOsI/AAAAAAAABR8/xHWMuHbHRZY/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The party guests each left with a few treats: watercolor paints, rainbow twizzlers, a crazy straw, and a fun pencil.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326151078451987954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepKL8sxxfI/AAAAAAAABSE/Mq2pQ6Wvdco/s400/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All-in-all, it was a success, but I'm thankful we have a year to recover before he turns 6! We love you, Mr. "I'm five now. I can do all sorts of things!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326152267080025170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SepLRIryRFI/AAAAAAAABSM/--FGkf100aA/s400/five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8188002869202876384-8707823463825334394?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8707823463825334394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8707823463825334394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8707823463825334394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8707823463825334394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/04/ceeeeeeeeelebrate.html' title='&quot;Ceeeeeeeeelebrate....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SoxXoZAKIdI/AAAAAAAABfc/7R4AFCk8xk8/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6839630252366353237</id><published>2009-04-13T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:33:38.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{5}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SeOhdImJvLI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EvriruVXMSE/s1600-h/Izzy+5+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276706377841842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SeOhdImJvLI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EvriruVXMSE/s400/Izzy+5+yrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among all the Easter eggs hunts and celebration services yesterday, my baby turned five. FIVE. It just doesn't seem possible! Happy Birthday little, man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6839630252366353237?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6839630252366353237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6839630252366353237&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6839630252366353237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6839630252366353237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/04/5.html' title='{5}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SeOhdImJvLI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EvriruVXMSE/s72-c/Izzy+5+yrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4835604155875439453</id><published>2009-04-12T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:42:08.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my walk'/><title type='text'>{Thank you for the Valley}</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Texas, I heard a lot of southern gospel music (or Country Christian, as I affectionately like to call it). In fact, I didn't realize there was any other type of music until about 6th grade. Musical family groups would travel from church to church singing and selling their recorded music. Our church was always happy to welcome the next traveling family. I still remember as a small child, sitting in the pew at church, listening to a man with a booming baritone voice singing &lt;em&gt;"He touched meeeeee. Ohhhhhhhh, He touuuuuched meeee..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few songs that have stuck in my head over the years. One particular song has been echoing in my heart lately. I don't remember the verses, but the chorus goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you for every hill I climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every time the sun didn't shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for every lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed 'til I knew everything was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Thank you for the valley, I walk through today.&lt;br /&gt;(Author&lt;br /&gt;unknown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song referred to being on the mountain top with the sun (Son) shining on you, trouble behind you, and the most breathtaking view possible. The valley,though it has it's own beauty, is long and dark, surrounded by impossible mountains. You might have to spend quite a while walking through the valley before climbing the next mountain. The only way out is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter, we've been in our own valley of sorts. Oh, nothing major....no life-changing events or tragedy....just everyday life that that seems to weigh you down until you realize you're struggling to breath. Health issues, behavioral and developmental issues with the kids, finances, commitments, big decisions to make, letting go of our plans for His plans, etc... But just as we can't stay on the mountain top forever, there is an end to the valley as well (praise God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed: perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies." 2 Corinthians 4:8-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an Amen!? Hallelujah!? Glory to God!? (or back in my little Texas church someone would be shouting "&lt;em&gt;Preach it! Park it right there, brother!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The valley is difficult, but for a purpose. I hope that once we've reached a new mountain top, we can say we know Jesus better for have being there, and that we reflect Him a little more clearly to others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...and I thank you for the valley I walk through today."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4835604155875439453?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4835604155875439453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4835604155875439453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4835604155875439453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4835604155875439453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/04/hank-you-for-valley.html' title='{Thank you for the Valley}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-917891599084450231</id><published>2009-03-11T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:32:29.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>{Crayon Craziness}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; several emails from some of you asking me to make a crayon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cozie&lt;/span&gt; or two, I'm going to go ahead and put myself out there. Not that I really have time to sit around and sew, but it's an outlet for me, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt; it in from time to time. So if you're in the market for a birthday gift, Easter basket fun, stocking stuffer, or reward for potty training....a Crayon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cozie&lt;/span&gt; may be just what you're looking for! And I've known a few mommies who enjoy their "color time" as well. Just comment here or e-mail me with the # of cozies you'd like and if you need boy, girl, neutral or a combination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312014836519367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SbgRWXxXc8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/UFpf6lLf_bs/s400/Crayon+Cozie+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy coloring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-917891599084450231?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/917891599084450231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=917891599084450231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/917891599084450231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/917891599084450231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/03/crayon-craziness.html' title='{Crayon Craziness}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SbgRWXxXc8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/UFpf6lLf_bs/s72-c/Crayon+Cozie+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7159414593549096368</id><published>2009-03-10T14:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:38:12.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><title type='text'>{New}</title><content type='html'>It's a dark and dreary day outside. I was counting down the minutes until the boys had "quiet time" and I could finally breath. I walked passed the front window and just happened to glance down at the flower bed outside. I couldn't believe my eyes! There, among the dead flowering plants that we failed to pull up last fall, were beautiful green daylily shoots poking up from the cold sleeping soil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311639794238680610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sba8QCZs7iI/AAAAAAAABQs/MIFO4rL91UY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There&lt;br /&gt;will be no more death, or mourning, or crying, or pain, for the old order of things has passed away ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am making all things new".&lt;br /&gt;Revelations 21:4&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was as if God reached down, wrapped his arms around me tightly and said "I know, and I love you". Thank you, God, for this gentle reminder that I so needed today!&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/8188002869202876384-7159414593549096368?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7159414593549096368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7159414593549096368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7159414593549096368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7159414593549096368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html' title='{New}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/Sba8QCZs7iI/AAAAAAAABQs/MIFO4rL91UY/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3470273954039326315</id><published>2009-03-05T22:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:45:02.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><title type='text'>{There will be a day}</title><content type='html'>About 6 years ago, &lt;a href="http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-kindred-spirit.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Heidi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I sat around her kitchen table scrapbooking. The song "I still believe" by Jeremy Camp was playing on the radio. Heidi began to explain how Jeremy's wife's death was the inspiration for that song. She loved that song and the story so much that her husband, Andy, came home from work one day and surprised her with the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, after Heidi passed away, that song (along with a few others) became a sore spot for me. I just couldn't listen to it without getting angry or crying. It seemed that almost every time I got in the car, it was playing - without thinking, my finger would make a dive at the radio controls to silence the painful lyrics. It wasn't that I didn't believe &lt;em&gt;in God&lt;/em&gt;, I just wasn't sure &lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;I believed about God. All my ideas were being shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 years later, there is a new song out by Jeremy Camp. I don't get a lot of opportunity to listen to &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; music due to all the "wheels on the bus", "head and shoulders, knees and toes", and&lt;br /&gt;"Old McDonald had a farm" playing in the background, but God made sure that I heard "There will be a day" on the radio the other day. I can't explain it, but it has the power to wash over me like liquid healing, like a warm blanket right out of the dryer, like a mother's soothing song sung over a crying toddler - instant comfort. Listen to these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know the journey seems to long,&lt;br /&gt;you feel you're walking on your own.&lt;br /&gt;But there has never been a step&lt;br /&gt;where you've walked out all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubled soul, don't lose you heart,&lt;br /&gt;cause joy and peace he brings.&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty that's in store&lt;br /&gt;outweighs the hurt of life's sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day with no more tears,&lt;br /&gt;no more pain, and no more fears.&lt;br /&gt;There will be a day when the burdens of this place&lt;br /&gt;will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpBuEuagZxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpBuEuagZxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years have gone by so quickly, but it only seems as a few brief moments in heaven for Heidi. I've learned much about who God is, and I'm sure I'm a different person today. I can't wait to "be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the LORD in the air... he will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning, or crying, or pain, ..." (I Thessalonians 4:16-17 &amp;amp; Revelations 21: 4-5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There will be a day...&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/8188002869202876384-3470273954039326315?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3470273954039326315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3470273954039326315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3470273954039326315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3470273954039326315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-will-be-day.html' title='{There will be a day}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7941530327969693781</id><published>2009-02-14T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:59:52.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Winter Craftiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been cold...I mean really cold. I actually don't remember it ever being this cold in my 9 1/2 years here. So, needless to say, we don't get out much. Lots of games, book reading, snacks, and too many videos to mention. "I" is already asking when it's going to be summer! All this cozy winter bonding is enough to make a mama want to .....make something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302372218787825602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXPcJe_h8I/AAAAAAAABPU/DYc3UwwgPKE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a baby quilt for a new baby at church. The mama loves paisley, so I was pleased to find these dark pink and yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paisley&lt;/span&gt; prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302373842066160418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXQ6oqtOyI/AAAAAAAABPc/MOzXvcpycS0/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is "I", reluctantly modeling the apron I made for my mom. I used an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apron&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mamaw's&lt;/span&gt; as the pattern ...makes it even more special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302374709488183602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXRtIEO6TI/AAAAAAAABPk/eBe4nosR25c/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302375658614189666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXSkX1gbmI/AAAAAAAABPs/7-flIwQw_vE/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this great idea &lt;a href="http://thompsonfamily.typepad.com/thompson_familylife/2008/04/silhouette-plaq.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;It took a little work, but I LOVE these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; of the boys! I actually made these in July, but just recently got them hung up, after the Christmas tree came down. I'd like to make them every couple of years so we can see their sweet little features change and mature. Maybe someday, when we're old and gray, I'll have a room filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; of the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302380052293341810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXWkHkP0nI/AAAAAAAABP0/bpxEQzD4Qfw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302380614301968130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXXE1Ni5wI/AAAAAAAABP8/w5AIc9Kkw2A/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More crayon cozies that a friend ordered. I think this sock monkey one is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some time ago, I saw the cutest little valentine idea &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jbphotography/390180594/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and knew I wanted to try it. So I made some for "I" to share with his friends at p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302381579064632754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXX8_O45bI/AAAAAAAABQE/RD-Ampeo3Dk/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I ended up with. It would have looked better if his sweatshirt didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; on it, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;there'd&lt;/span&gt; be more room for text if his hand had been lower. But after all, they're 4 yrs old - all they care about is the sucker! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers at "I"s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school have mentioned to me how he does not enjoy craft time, and usually refuses to participate (*gasp* "MY son??!!) I'll notice the other kids leaving with crafts in hand, and my son is empty-handed. So, yesterday I took "I" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school to help him distribute his valentines. The teacher requested we bring in a shoe box the week before for the kids to decorate. The Teachers covered each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; box in white paper, and then let the kids decorate their boxes any way they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what the top of most of the other kid's boxes looked like.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302387239635442802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXdGegI3HI/AAAAAAAABQM/LQXtxPsVwI8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the top of my son's box......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302387969408685906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXdw9Ho11I/AAAAAAAABQU/HdXgywI7dtY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe the crafting gene skips a generation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-7941530327969693781?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7941530327969693781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7941530327969693781&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7941530327969693781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7941530327969693781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-craftiness.html' title='Winter Craftiness'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SZXPcJe_h8I/AAAAAAAABPU/DYc3UwwgPKE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3736859992176432965</id><published>2009-02-04T14:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:13:43.111-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>.Dreams.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how God can use a chain of events and people throughout your life for a single purpose - to mold and change your heart and perspective to match His!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl, I use to imagine myself married. The husband in my head never really had a face, but he had an amazing singing voice! I really don't remember any other stand-out characteristics. "Faceless husband" and I planned to have a boy first, then a girl (possibly twin girls, since twins are prevalent on my side of the family). They would be beautiful, well-mannered children with golden curls. I have an image in my head of the girls wearing all white dresses with pale pink and yellow sashes around their wastes, and the boy in white dress shorts, blue oxford dress shirt w/tie, and a white jacket (remember, it was the 80's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Hubs my not be in the top 25 as a finalist on American Idol, but I love to hear him lift his voice in praise to God during Sunday worship. And I have never once dressed the boys in all white....although Easter IS around the corner (wink). Funny how reality rarely looks much like the dreams of our childhood .... which is sometimes a good thing! (and I'm thankful at age 22, I had more requirements for a husband than "sings like Sinatra"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm all grown up, I still dream. Over time, God was brought people in our lives and events and circumstances that have slowly shaped the goals, dreams and plans for our family. When I was pregnant with our second, God began to plant in our hearts the idea of adopting someday. I could give you a list of random "heart tugs" that have led us to this decision, but this January we decided God was leading us to step out in faith and apply for adoption. We've been in the process of filling out our formal application with &lt;a href="http://www.bethany.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bethany Christian Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's all very scary and exciting at the same time. So, a new dream begins - well, it's not really new, I'm just starting to see it become a reality. God has been so good, and I can't wait to see how He'll work in us through this entire process. I'll be posting more in the future. ...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3736859992176432965?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3736859992176432965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3736859992176432965&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3736859992176432965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3736859992176432965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='.Dreams.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8476039764788454685</id><published>2009-01-28T15:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:54:53.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{32}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today I embrace 32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296457005485477874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SYDLlawXT_I/AAAAAAAABPM/irRFmX7dlbE/s400/32+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...remember to put on lipstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...play with my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....put sprinkles on my hot chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...call my mom and thank her for, EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...enjoy the snowy scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...count my blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...rejoice and be glad in this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...eat chocolate, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...find 32 things to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and celebrate my "thrilling thirties"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I embrace 32!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/8188002869202876384-8476039764788454685?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8476039764788454685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8476039764788454685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8476039764788454685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8476039764788454685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2009/01/32.html' title='{32}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SYDLlawXT_I/AAAAAAAABPM/irRFmX7dlbE/s72-c/32+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-9221219294090757886</id><published>2009-01-08T14:47:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:57:37.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>{Love, lima beans, and a legacy}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandmas have a way of making everything fun and magical, and Grandma Robbins' farm, (where Hubs made many magical childhood memories) was never lacking in either! There was always something to do, as long as you didn't mind rolling up your sleeves and getting a little dirty. Cows (and sometimes pigs) needed to be fed, eggs had to be gathered, and fresh vegetables from the garden needed to be gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029914956241186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZor2dhmSI/AAAAAAAABN4/UlTE6M3MR2c/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventure was always waiting in the chicken coop and cow pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289030903384474306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZplYpLgsI/AAAAAAAABOA/y-iEPbx6nk0/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hay bales became an obstacle course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289032372802021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZq66pn6WI/AAAAAAAABOI/OM4ygeQ_33k/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and every knick-knack had a story behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289032909252625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZraJFagwI/AAAAAAAABOQ/AJl4JgrsRK4/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GG Robbins, as the great-grand kids call her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could even make lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; beans taste like a rich dessert! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289036091084493122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZuTWVP0UI/AAAAAAAABOY/hkjwRMfP8bY/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday, Jan 4th, Grandma Robbins was promoted to heaven. We will miss her greatly, but are so thankful that she is the presence of her Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The verse she repeated many times in her final days was Psalm 34:4, " I sought the Lord and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was a godly woman who passed on a lasting legacy to her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She spoke the truth in love, was faithful to her God, and lived a life with no regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289038495365995378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZwfS-oG3I/AAAAAAAABOg/G3Za_eGGef4/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I wouldn't be surprised if we get to enjoy her lima beans in heaven someday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you and miss you, Grandma Robbins.&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/8188002869202876384-9221219294090757886?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SWZor2dhmSI/AAAAAAAABN4/UlTE6M3MR2c/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7055905677140487640</id><published>2008-12-16T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:45:18.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Cardboard testimonies.....amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God is so amazing, and so much bigger than the box we put Him in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What would your cardboard testimony be?&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/8188002869202876384-7055905677140487640?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7055905677140487640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7055905677140487640&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7055905677140487640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7055905677140487640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/12/cardboard-testimoniesamazing.html' title='Cardboard testimonies.....amazing!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1003678090961541933</id><published>2008-12-15T14:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:21:23.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had much time for crafting lately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; had wanted to make a few gifts for Christmas.  I now realize I'll have to start that much, much sooner next year....like January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did manage to squeeze in a few things.  Here are some....uh..."Dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Delicates&lt;/span&gt;" bags I made for a bridal shower.  We all know how annoying it can be toward the end of a trip to find your ....eh...clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delicates&lt;/span&gt; mixing with the dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delicates&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ewwwwww&lt;/span&gt;!  So, I saw someone else online had made these and I had to try it.  The bride-to-be loved them!  I also made "his and hers" luggage tags to match. Those were a pain, but after 3 attempts, turned out very cute.  I'm thinking the tags would also be great for diaper bags and kids school bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbG2IrgIvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MlYjpC-dPpg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280126246483665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbG2IrgIvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MlYjpC-dPpg/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I made this cupcake shirt for a friends little girl, who was turning two!  (where does the time go???)  She looked so cute in it! It was a cupcake themed party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbGPpVg9jI/AAAAAAAABNI/Q4B9R2bJq5o/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280125585234916914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbGPpVg9jI/AAAAAAAABNI/Q4B9R2bJq5o/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, the birthday girl's outfit wouldn't be complete without a birthday crown!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbFgbM-CiI/AAAAAAAABNA/eMA5spQvjWY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124773987125794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbFgbM-CiI/AAAAAAAABNA/eMA5spQvjWY/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a long list of projects for 2009 - a few things the boys can even help with.  Winter is looking a little more inviting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1003678090961541933?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1003678090961541933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1003678090961541933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1003678090961541933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1003678090961541933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-havent-had-much-time-for-crafting.html' title=''/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SUbG2IrgIvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MlYjpC-dPpg/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3853635975939484939</id><published>2008-12-09T14:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:50:28.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>We don't "do" Santa, meaning we've never told the boys that a jolly stranger wearing a fuzzy pajama looking outfit sneaks into our home at night when we're sleeping and leaves us gifts, or that they'd have to "be good" in order to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; gifts. But we're not anti-Santa either, meaning we watch the traditional animated Christmas movies (Polar Express is a favorite right now), hang stockings, and get the boys pictures made with Santa. Santa is a fun, whimsical symbol of the Christmas season, just not the main focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hub's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;employer&lt;/span&gt; offers a free visit with Santa and a generous gift to each child, which we get to pick out. So we go every year and sit in Santa's lap. You just never know how small children will respond to a man with artificial facial hair. I was prepared for the 2 yr old to be unsure of Santa, but I figured the 4 yr old would be excited.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you ever seen two children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more thrilled to see Santa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277890760808040594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/ST7VrvlHiJI/AAAAAAAABMg/GEQN-hxW0CM/s400/boys+with+santa+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; overjoyed! "O" was trying so hard to get out of Mrs. Claus' lap that his pants were up to his knees! And "I" quietly chose to stand by Santa rather than sit on his lap. I think their expressions say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277891984684926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/ST7Wy-4GxXI/AAAAAAAABMo/oAd27Pt9i58/s400/Whispers+to+santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did capture this sweet moment though. Now, I've asked him 100 times what he'd like for Christmas, and he just answers "Oh, I don't care. I like everything, Mommy". But when Santa asked, he said he wanted a "King" car from the movie &lt;em&gt;Cars.&lt;/em&gt; Who knew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277894985358487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/ST7ZhpQbsTI/AAAAAAAABM4/uT6HncqeCl8/s400/Owen%27s+santa+storyboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3853635975939484939?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3853635975939484939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3853635975939484939&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3853635975939484939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3853635975939484939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/ST7VrvlHiJI/AAAAAAAABMg/GEQN-hxW0CM/s72-c/boys+with+santa+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-532235180731891050</id><published>2008-12-09T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:00:58.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>{Mothering On My Mind}</title><content type='html'>Just a few things I've been pondering lately.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not alone in motherhood.... "&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2008/12/what-withstands-fire-open-letter-to.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What withstands a day's heat" at Holy Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;a href="http://sahmissionary.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-at-home-missionary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;stay-at-home missionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/roh/today.php?pid=10071"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Training your yourself and your children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this was soooo good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my &lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/roh/today.php?pid=10067"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ministry at Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com/radio/roh/today.php?pid=10069"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The ministry I already have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found myself in a new place in my mothering....a desperate place. I'm in need of a few ideas and fresh perspective. These sites have been a huge encouragement and challenge to me....I hope they are to you as well. Happy mothering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-532235180731891050?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/532235180731891050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=532235180731891050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/532235180731891050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/532235180731891050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/12/mothering-on-my-mind.html' title='{Mothering On My Mind}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4977340459481327963</id><published>2008-11-30T13:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:39:10.750-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><title type='text'>Hello?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....anyone still checking this blog??? I know there hasn't been a lot of activity around here lately, but the boys have been keeping me on my toes! "O" turned 2 in Oct (still need to share those pics) and it's like someone flipped a switch! He follows me around the house, like a miniature tornado, destroying everything in his path! Or maybe it's actually me following him around, picking up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; from the destruction left behind. He's into EVERYTHING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, yesterday morning, I got the toaster out, popped in sliced bread and waited for the "click" of hot toast. As the toast popped up, so did Charlie Brown's train.....a very melted train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274544768594871474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/STLyhXP-BLI/AAAAAAAABMI/QhxEp6ZUVxg/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along with a melted SUV ...or at least that's what I think it was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274547395437120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/STL06Q_9y6I/AAAAAAAABMQ/cQeOTYRgh3E/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we have to remember to check all major appliances for small toys before activating them! And I won't even mention the Christmas tree... ... 4 ornaments down, 58 to go! I'm thinking next year we'll have all felt tree decorations! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274549456543311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/STL2yPN-ZtI/AAAAAAAABMY/gHPvkq4hPcg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also has a great attraction for bathroom drawers.  Somewhere in the house, he has a secret stash of 5 or more lip balms.   He can unwind a case of dental floss in 60 seconds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flat&lt;/span&gt;!  And he's discovered that Mommy's hair clips fit nicely into the bathroom vent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if this blog is silent from time to time, forgive me - I'm just trying stay one step ahead of these boys!  Maybe things will settle down soon (wink).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4977340459481327963?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4977340459481327963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4977340459481327963&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4977340459481327963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4977340459481327963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Hello?...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/STLyhXP-BLI/AAAAAAAABMI/QhxEp6ZUVxg/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2092023441707784962</id><published>2008-11-07T09:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:20:17.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>.Grateful Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRlsyPstfI/AAAAAAAABLc/zff3eDJrkyc/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265945684379219442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRlsyPstfI/AAAAAAAABLc/zff3eDJrkyc/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Grateful for the most wonderful husband and daddy to our boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265946645664239634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRmkvT6EBI/AAAAAAAABLk/T9iBTF8WMzU/s400/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. And for my sweet leaf-tossing little man, always offering unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265947593136313122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRnb462kyI/AAAAAAAABLs/pUTvUMepyIM/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;29. My wild man, with the most gentle spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265948549827386386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRoTk3x3BI/AAAAAAAABL0/aPDttz-TUjc/s400/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;30.  Daily reminders all around us that God has a plan and is in control: we're all part of His Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950021759419106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRppQPuQuI/AAAAAAAABL8/QV3vWgxvRZI/s400/Kiss+the+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The precious life about to be born to my brother and sis-in-law. Praying for a safe delivery and healthy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-2092023441707784962?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2092023441707784962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2092023441707784962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2092023441707784962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2092023441707784962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/11/grateful-friday.html' title='.Grateful Friday.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRRlsyPstfI/AAAAAAAABLc/zff3eDJrkyc/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1673599160195376599</id><published>2008-11-04T12:05:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:33:04.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{treats}</title><content type='html'>This was our first year for actually "trick-or-treating". We usually drive to Gram and G-pa's house and stop by a few houses on their street, then go by a few friends homes and we're done. But this year we made the rounds along our street - which means WAY more candy than we typically have. And for some reason I can't seem to keeps my hands out of it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866064186278610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRCPynnVAtI/AAAAAAAABK8/XKmd38h39OI/s400/Halloween1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O" was "Super O" and "I" was a pirate. Although, a few ladies thought he was Paul Revere! Must have been the colonial period coat. "O" was going to be a doctor, but I wasn't in love with the idea. So with just a few hours to go before "treat time", I found myself frantically sewing random felt pieces together to make a super hero costume. I was pretty pleased for not having planned it out. I'm glad I took the time to make the switch - he looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264867306958705426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRCQ69TXUxI/AAAAAAAABLE/8CXAAnVSJ6I/s400/Halloween2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264868936782196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRCSZ03kL0I/AAAAAAAABLM/N9x8AHzJ78g/s400/Halloween3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264869595750654802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRCTALt441I/AAAAAAAABLU/v65ehpuYcRk/s400/Halloween4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who had more fun - the boys or the parents!?  Now, if I could just stay out of the candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1673599160195376599?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1673599160195376599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1673599160195376599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1673599160195376599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1673599160195376599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/11/treats.html' title='{treats}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SRCPynnVAtI/AAAAAAAABK8/XKmd38h39OI/s72-c/Halloween1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5434694175881709918</id><published>2008-10-25T12:08:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:23:36.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Random acts of "Craftiness"</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;My mom gave me a sewing machine when I graduated from college. It has sat idle, except for the random pants hemming or dinning room kitchen curtain projects. Once I started teaching Jr. high and high school Family and Consumer Science, I had to drag her out and brush up on my skills. And now that I've home with the boys a few years, I find myself drawn to her again, needing a creative outlet. I shared &lt;a href="http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/sew-sweet.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a few projects I'd been working on. So here's a sampling of what I've been doing lately when I should have been making dinner, folding laundry, scrubbing toilets, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261143805452456482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNWapQ9kiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/BRxr7l41bBw/s400/Library+bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A Library bag to haul books back and forth from the library. It's also been a great storage place to keep the library books separate from our own books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261144133702892850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNWtwF9vTI/AAAAAAAABJ8/PvnwcpwN60I/s400/Myowlapplique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The owl applique was fun to create. His great big eyes are great for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261145703984210674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNYJJ2NIvI/AAAAAAAABKE/Qio_U15RD5M/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A birthday crown for "O". He wore it on his birth night when we sang and had cupcakes - he wasn't wild about it, but I'm hoping it will become a fun tradition. Maybe when he sees big brother wear one next spring (still have to make that one), it will suddenly become "cool" (...........do people still say "cool"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261148096187715746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNaUZf90KI/AAAAAAAABKM/9V5aEkA3F5E/s400/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261149562956310178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNbpxo2ZqI/AAAAAAAABKU/OT4n0GkolFE/s400/186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A crayon caddy to keep in my purse for long waits at the doctor's office, restaurants, and sudden urges to create refrigerator art! And I even share with the boys sometimes (wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261150395874476594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNcaQgBAjI/AAAAAAAABKc/8K0KnOuJZ4Y/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261151017277883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNc-baIhkI/AAAAAAAABKk/Uv-abQ7TKjg/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261151663656027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNdkDWsRZI/AAAAAAAABKs/IMyPFnBT9kg/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261152362696971602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNeMvfClVI/AAAAAAAABK0/PubaB0DuJds/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I made this bag for my sis-in-law Kim, whose expecting a baby boy in a few short weeks!  It's from the &lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/inspiration/lifestyle.php?photo=/images/fabrics/lotus/cap2/FRENCHIE.COVER.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Amy Buttler Frenchy bag pattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I divided the pockets to accommodate a baby bottle and all the other fun stuff baby needs.  I'm really excited about the "diaper clutch" - a friend of mine had one she'd gotten online.  I looked it up found it to be a little pricey, but looks pretty simple to make.  Mine's not near as nice as the one online, but it gets the job done and looks stylish too.  Kim should be unwrapping these items about right now at her shower - wish I could have been there.  I hope you like them, Kim!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been toying with the idea of opening an &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Etsy shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to sell things I make.  I just can't decide what would actually sell.  If you see anything you like here, let me know and I'd be happy to create something just for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5434694175881709918?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5434694175881709918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5434694175881709918&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5434694175881709918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5434694175881709918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-acts-of-craftiness.html' title='Random acts of &quot;Craftiness&quot;'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SQNWapQ9kiI/AAAAAAAABJ0/BRxr7l41bBw/s72-c/Library+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6990870202063518096</id><published>2008-10-20T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:08:26.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>{Happy Tongues}</title><content type='html'>There are some things from your childhood that stir up warm fuzzy feelings and you just know you want your children to have those same experinces in hopes that one day, they too, will look back and have warm fuzzy feelings.  One of those moments for me is licking the beaters.  I remember, as a child, my mom letting me lick the beaters after she'd made a cake - heavenly!   It's an art form, you know - one that most children are happy to master.  Twisting the tongue to get every last drop of batter from in between the metal prongs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O" recently turned 2 (pictures to come). So once I got the birthday boy's cake pans in the oven, I let the boys indulge in this childhood treat. I also was treated with the traditional bowl and spoon licking - you can't break traditions! They loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259267212676527026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPyrqkZxc7I/AAAAAAAABJg/PV1ZwYtHakA/s400/beater+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6990870202063518096?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6990870202063518096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6990870202063518096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6990870202063518096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6990870202063518096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-tongues.html' title='{Happy Tongues}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPyrqkZxc7I/AAAAAAAABJg/PV1ZwYtHakA/s72-c/beater+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1897767535348680788</id><published>2008-10-06T14:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:41:39.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Candy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We purchased the classic version of Candy Land for "I" when he was 3 yrs old. Although he was eager to play, he didn't really get the point of "winning". He now likes to get the game out and "play" by sorting the cards and dancing the colorful gingerbread men around the board. In the process, the poor game, box and all, have been through a lot. Every corner of the box is torn and taped. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254130309953977842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOprrehrffI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a-cxqjeqjN8/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some pieces have, well, been eaten!  I guess we should have explained that the game is not MADE of candy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254131645760454978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOps5OywwUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/bsAKRZribj0/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say, 1/4 of the cards that originally came with the game are missing in action or have been thrown away due mutilation beyond recognition.  The cardboard box and paper pieces just don't hold up when being handled by chubby little hands (and teeth).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the idea of buying a new game each year as a family Christmas gift.  I can just see us now snuggled up by the fire place, munching on freshly popped popcorn, as the entire family dives into a stack of games on a cold winter night, laughter filling the air,........ well, a mom can dream, can't she?   So, the other day, I browsed the game section at our local Toys R Us.  I really didn't see anything that caught my attention.  Just lots of cardboard boxes and paper pieces.  So, my quest for good family fun sent me to the web.  I am so excited with my findings, I thought I'd share them with you.   These would make great Christmas gifts for families with young children....they're certainly on my list!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.oompa.com/baby-toys/item/HA4465/Haba-Lucky-Sock-Dip.html?oompaItem=Haba_Lucky%20Sock%20Dip"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lucky Sock Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Haba.  The Sock Monster has been in the sock drawer again (even moms can identify with this)! Children scurry to find the most matching pairs.  I think even I would love to play this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brightly colored wooden pieces stack as high as little hands can take them in &lt;a href="http://www.oompa.com/baby-toys/item/HA3135/Haba-Tottering-Towers.html?oompaItem=Haba_Tottering%20Towers"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tottering Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, also by Haba. The last tower standing wins! I can see my kids using these in so many ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The game of Memory has a brand new look with &lt;a href="http://www.oompa.com/baby-toys/item/BR34013/Brio-Pick-a-pair.html?oompaItem=Brio_Pick-a-pair"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pick-a Pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Brio.  Whimsical pictures of animals are printed on sturdy wooden pieces...certain not to get eaten!  And I love that they come in a fabric bag for storage....no more beat up boxes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found these games on the &lt;a href="http://www.oompa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oompah Toys site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but they are also on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As for great local toys, I have to give a shout out to the Gingerbread House.  They are so friendly and helpful!  In fact, they just called me to tell me they located a toy I've been looking for.  I was in there the other day looking for farm animals for "O"s farmyard birthday party.  I didn't love anything I was finding on the shelves, so they pulled out some from the back room that were not only exactly what I was looking for, but also on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  Now, that's customer service!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to get in a round of Candy Land before I make dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1897767535348680788?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1897767535348680788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1897767535348680788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1897767535348680788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1897767535348680788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/10/beyond-candy-land.html' title='Beyond Candy Land'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOprrehrffI/AAAAAAAAA3o/a-cxqjeqjN8/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2538634235358815775</id><published>2008-10-03T15:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:03:35.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.Pumkinpalooza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently visited a local farm with a pumpkin patch. It was abnormally warm for the end of September, but we didn't mind. There were pumpkins as far as the eye could see! A beautiful old barn holds a stash of gourds, Indian corn, fall arrangements, mums, and pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253032702003664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaFaSRwVlI/AAAAAAAAA28/OGLG01tujIs/s400/pumpkin+barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a hay maze complete with slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253033416432814226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaGD3u8CJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/AIB-zTGA_mc/s400/hay+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And what would a farm be without a friendly dog?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253033936607117410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaGiJiKAGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/462anTIh92M/s400/pumpkin+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253034281906009826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaG2P309uI/AAAAAAAAA3U/lsc-L2N7EOk/s400/sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To find a pick-your-own pumpkin patch or apple orchard near you &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourown.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope you get a chance to get out and enjoy the sights and sounds (and flavors...I can't resist anything pumpkin) of the season!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253035924392094802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaIV2nBrFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/KgeO2FIGAy8/s400/pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&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/8188002869202876384-2538634235358815775?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2538634235358815775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2538634235358815775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2538634235358815775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2538634235358815775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumkinpalooza.html' title='.Pumkinpalooza.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOaFaSRwVlI/AAAAAAAAA28/OGLG01tujIs/s72-c/pumpkin+barn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1733566453660853790</id><published>2008-10-01T16:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:17:43.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last time I was in a limo was on my wedding day. So when my &lt;a href="http://thebowarsbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked what we should do for her birthday, I thought how fun would a limo ride be with a bunch of girls! Inspired by &lt;a href="http://teamleman.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday-night.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this friend's blog post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I figured if we all went in on the limo it shouldn't cost that much. We had a great time sipping sparkling juice, indulging in mouth-watering chocolates and yummy snack mix. We dined at Johnny's Steakhouse and shopped till we dropped at the nearby shoppes. Birthday cakes was waiting for us on the ride back home....mmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310405154593474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP0fE1T2sI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OXepdlstBSY/s400/KTinlimo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311273672633730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP1RoUJbYI/AAAAAAAAA2k/eZxO2yxdCBc/s400/KTreflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had to get a shot of our reflection on the ceiling mirror, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252310807062747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP02eDrmzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/VkOFp0aUVAs/s400/KTmoviestar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the birthday girl......Glamour Diva!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311872296079746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP10eXGUYI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5hNlOFdexGk/s400/KTsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312239677827330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP2J29u6QI/AAAAAAAAA20/Q4BJ_HpZWoU/s400/KTcake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a "girls' just wanna have fun" kind of night....but without the bad Cyndi Lauper hair! Hubs asked me what was so special about turning 32? Well, you only turn 32 once! I think every birthday is a big deal! Life is so short, and such a gift! Let's celebrate each moment...even turning 32! Here's to you, Katie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1733566453660853790?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1733566453660853790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1733566453660853790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1733566453660853790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1733566453660853790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls just wanna have fun'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SOP0fE1T2sI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OXepdlstBSY/s72-c/KTinlimo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7012070319414974712</id><published>2008-09-30T08:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:05:08.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray. Vote. Pray.</title><content type='html'>I'm not a political person...at all. Don't even ask me to name the senators, congressmen, and other legislative persons of my state. It's embarrassing, I know. I should be a more responsible citizen. But I am at least aware of how important this election is. We will, either way, be making history..... either the first African-American president, or the first female vice president. Pretty exciting times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for all the bashing and accusing the nominees throw at each other though- it seems so "grade school". But I guess that's part of politics. So, what is a God-fearing, American-loving, citizen to do amongst all this "hoopla"?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pray for the candidates. Pray for the other voters. Pray for wisdom and discernment. Pray that our eyes would be opened to the truth. Pray the Spirit would lead. Pray that everyone would exercise their privilege to voice their opinion and vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God has blessed this nation so much, lets pray our government makes decisions that are God-pleasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and reflect biblical teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And pray some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't registered to vote yet, you still have a another week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can let the candidates know you are praying for them by going to &lt;a href="http://www.kerusso.com/AboutUs/PrayVotePray.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can wear &lt;a href="http://shop.kerusso.com/p-1298-pray-vote-pray.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to remind others to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or you can let your kids duke out who will be the next president with &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_list_2&amp;amp;listing_id=15393052"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;these puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (I just LOVE Etsy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, , that we made lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.  This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Saviour."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Timothy 2:1-3&lt;/em&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/8188002869202876384-7012070319414974712?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7012070319414974712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7012070319414974712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7012070319414974712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7012070319414974712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-vote-pray.html' title='Pray. Vote. Pray.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3932687941658379357</id><published>2008-09-17T10:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:18:38.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><title type='text'>If I may gush for a moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.... I have to say, I have the BEST husband ever! We've had quite a crazy few weeks here. As I mentioned in this post, we needed to paint the basement, and do so before friends from Wisconsin joined us for a week. I did finally make a color decision (I'll post pictures when it's complete), and Hubs slaved away for days scrambling to get it done. The day after our guests left, I got sick, so Hubs has been the PIC (parent in charge) for several days. Two days later, after Ike came through, we woke to a swamp in our basement! AGAIN! After attempting to rid the water ourselves, we called in for backup. These poor men have been working 12-14 hour days cleaning up basements! They removed the padding and sprayed dreaded chemicals (you know how I feel about chemicals) to prevent mold. Turns out the water ruined just about all the furniture in the "office/craft room", and damaged some drywall . We won't know the existent of the damage until they tear into the wall. And we'll most likely need a new sump pump. Praise Jesus for insurance! So just when we thought we were making progress on the basement, we seem to be starting over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my point....I'm sick, frogs are moving in to our basement, and I'm supposed to fly to Texas on Thursday....while my wonderful husband takes care of the boys. He has been working so hard, not only at this full-time job, but also officiating high school soccer in the fall and spring, and also keeping up with a side vending business (not to mention taking care of the finances for &lt;a href="http://www.charischurch.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;). So with all that said, I felt the need to publicly express my gratitude for this wonderful man, my soul mate. Thanks Darling for all you do. You're the greatest dad and husband!!! I couldn't ask for more. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247040674393390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SNE7sX8-fVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/jfw-2_Bw6PA/s400/In+daddys+arms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3932687941658379357?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3932687941658379357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3932687941658379357&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3932687941658379357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3932687941658379357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-may-gush-for-moment.html' title='If I may gush for a moment...'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SNE7sX8-fVI/AAAAAAAAA2M/jfw-2_Bw6PA/s72-c/In+daddys+arms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-9000014821829140007</id><published>2008-09-05T11:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:31:17.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't bother to clean the mirrors.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubs and I have mirrored closet doors in our bedroom. They provide the perfect spot for the boys to admire themselves.....and this just happens to be one of "O"'s favorite activities. I had just cleaned them (with glass cleaner I mixed from &lt;em&gt;the&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.com/59265.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Get Clean Basic H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), left the room for 20 minutes and came back to this.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242578250106567970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SMFhJGDKfSI/AAAAAAAAA10/4H9o_Gv7lBg/s400/smudged+mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a mix of kisses and hand prints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242578860057905522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SMFhsmS5SXI/AAAAAAAAA18/fF5wV_dH-SQ/s400/O+peeking+out+closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I found him hiding in the closet with that "what? I didn't do it" look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242579719636438226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SMFieoeYzNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/SLBonwGehTk/s400/smiles+from+the+closet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But who could be upset at this sweet little face????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  There's only one thing to do.....break out the camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-9000014821829140007?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/9000014821829140007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=9000014821829140007&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/9000014821829140007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/9000014821829140007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-dont-bother-to-clean-mirrors.html' title='Why I don&apos;t bother to clean the mirrors.....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SMFhJGDKfSI/AAAAAAAAA10/4H9o_Gv7lBg/s72-c/smudged+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-534900811449384775</id><published>2008-08-29T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:12:20.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so beautiful day in the Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's such a good feeling to know you're alive. It's&lt;br /&gt;such a happy feeling, you're growing inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and when you wake up ready to say,&lt;br /&gt;'I think I'll make someone happy today'......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't tell you how many times I heard Mr. Roger's sing those words. And who knows how many times I walked around the house singing "Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please, won't you please (down on one knee with hands begging), please won't you be my neighbor." I can still see me and my brother sitting in the floor curled up in blankets, eating artificially flavored Popsicles while watching Mr. Roger's feed his goldfish. Awwww, the memories! And who can forget the red trolley that would whisk us off to a magical make-believe land. Although King Friday (a puppet, voiced by Fred Rogers himself) wasn't the brightest, the puppets that made up his kingdom were full of wonder and delight - the duck-billed platypus was my favorite! Come to think of it, I believe Fred Rogers provided voices for ALL the puppets - what talent! Another beloved character was the mailman, Mr Smiley (I think) who seemed to always be stopping by with a "speedy delivery".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Millions of children have watched this gentle soul change sweaters and shoes everyday. I've seen it from time-to-time on our local PBS station since having my own kids, but never gave it much thought. I recently discovered that PBS is removing Mr. Rogers from the weekly line-up! Gasp!!!! You can &lt;a href="http://savemisterrogers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;read all about it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241936685114083026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SL8ZpGNQRtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/H0A5grlTy0k/s400/savemrrogers_wp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As a product of Mr. Rogers myself, I am greatly saddened by this news (Hubs can't even believe I'm blogging about it). (Sigh) Oh well, at least we can bring back Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood anytime &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mister-Rogers-Neighborhood-Adventures-Friendship/dp/B000E8M0QA/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1220482327&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;with theses DVD's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For now, the trolley chugs off into the sunset. Thanks for all the memories, Mr. Rogers. You'll always be my neighbor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://savemisterrogers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8188002869202876384-534900811449384775?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/534900811449384775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=534900811449384775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/534900811449384775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/534900811449384775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-so-beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='A not so beautiful day in the Neighborhood'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SL8ZpGNQRtI/AAAAAAAAA1k/H0A5grlTy0k/s72-c/savemrrogers_wp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4168513323851716342</id><published>2008-08-27T14:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:36:37.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><title type='text'>.Color Crisis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I. love. color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always have. I love to wear color, decorate with color, create with color, eat color (and I don't mean crayons). Sometimes I worry that we have too much color in our house and that people feel as though they're walking into a circus. Color just makes me feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have the hardest time deciding what color is "just right". You know, that feeling you get when the color looks perfect on the wall, not just on the paint sample. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got a little "color crisis" on my hands. We're getting ready to paint the basement and I need an opinion other than my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we moved in this house, the basement walls were dark red on the top 2/3, and paneling on the bottom 1/3. Plus a lovely &lt;em&gt;golf mural&lt;/em&gt; on one entire wall, with a coordinating golf border along the rest of the walls- a golfers dream come true! We vowed to remove it ....I figured within the first year. Well, time got away from us and the golf themed room continued to &lt;em&gt;thrill &lt;/em&gt;guests. So, this spring some friends helped me strip the mural, border, and paneling (thanks girls), and Hubs has been working on patching the walls and prepping it for paint. Since we have a long weekend coming up, we're hoping to actually get it painted. I just need a little help choosing the right color.&lt;br /&gt;A few things to keep in mind: There are no windows - so no natural light, and we use it as a playroom for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could go with a &lt;a href="http://www.landofnod.com/family.aspx?c=149&amp;amp;f=1436&amp;amp;fromLocation=WhatsNew&amp;amp;l=258"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fun green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or a &lt;a href="http://www.landofnod.com/family.aspx?c=723&amp;amp;f=4294&amp;amp;fromLocation=WhatsNew&amp;amp;l=305"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cheery orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, or maybe a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landofnod.com/family.aspx?c=1325&amp;amp;f=1852&amp;amp;fromLocation=WhatsNew&amp;amp;l=317"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But what I'm really like right now is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;turquoise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking light aqua, since there is no natural light...kind-of like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbteen.com/gift/thm/thmgrl/thmgrlosl/index.cfm"&gt;Pottery Barn Teen &lt;/a&gt;room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239283647893505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SLWsuAY0h3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/JGJTnwMsqhA/s400/pottery+barn+turquoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...but I also like this dark turquoise wall, compliments of &lt;a href="http://www.pbteen.com/gift/thm/thmgrl/thmgrlcdl/index.cfm"&gt;Pottery Barn &lt;/a&gt;again. I know it's a girl's bedroom but if you squint and tilt your head to the right ever so slightly, you can see a playroom in the faint distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239284920297655938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SLWt4EdnDoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BzCotDcshl8/s400/PBT+turquoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I could do neutral walls and use turquoise as an accent color.....like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287131220888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SLWv4wyyTPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/b2MZLrud1KU/s400/turquoise+accent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Pottery Barn pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find all these pictures and get all excited about painting the basement aqua/turquoise, and then I stumble on t&lt;a href="http://hipkidtshirts.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-hate-be-because-my-basement-is.html"&gt;his post about a turquoise basement&lt;/a&gt;. Yikes! I didn't think it looked too bad, but I guess we all have different taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do YOU think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4168513323851716342?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4168513323851716342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4168513323851716342&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4168513323851716342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4168513323851716342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/08/color-crisis.html' title='.Color Crisis.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SLWsuAY0h3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/JGJTnwMsqhA/s72-c/pottery+barn+turquoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-772699053007394220</id><published>2008-08-17T15:11:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:35:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What parents do in a hotel room without their children....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiGTp9iddI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ddeIoATDRbU/s1600-h/jumping+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235582239057802706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiGTp9iddI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ddeIoATDRbU/s400/jumping+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....jump on the bed, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we both took the gold in the freestyle bed-jumping events)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hubs and I had a (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooonnng&lt;/span&gt; overdue) weekend getaway to celebrate our 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary. It was a much needed break and chance for sleeping in, watching the Olympics, and having a little time to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hear our own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We spent some time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;. Here is Hubs "resting" on a display couch (shopping takes a lot out of him, ya know). Luckily, he found a good book to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235585235729263794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiJCFbsLLI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/uLbJcWBXD9A/s400/Ikea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After lunch, we went and saw The Dark Night. It was a little,....well......&lt;em&gt;dark&lt;/em&gt;, for me. I just don't get all that killing, and evil, and violence all in the name of a comic strip. Comic,......it means funny, ya know, "to make one laugh". Just so you know, there was nothing even slightly comical about the movie. I kept thinking surely this thing has got to be over soon, but it went on and on! I finally excused myself to the little girls room, and chose to hang out in the hallway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until the movie was over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235592952627056946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiQDRHf0TI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xtLxl3QHnUA/s400/wating+at+the+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Hubs liked it, and I've heard others say it's one of the best movies in the last 10 years, but.............. I just don't get it! The best part was when I realized that Hubs had remembered to grab my Milk Duds as he left the auditorium - my hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For dinner we chose Joe's Crab Shack. Neither of us had been there before, so we thought we'd try something new. I was brave and ordered crab legs. I got a little freaked out when I realized the legs were still attached to the body, in it's shell!!!!!! So, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crackin&lt;/span&gt;'. One pro is that you can't devour your food - it takes forever just to get a small bite ready to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235589222724659554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiMqKJd6WI/AAAAAAAAA0g/UdVaK41OK70/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235589894799510898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiNRR0mTXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/7DXn8RnZ3J4/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all, it was a nice retreat. Special thanks to Gram &amp;amp; Grandpa for watching the boys for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235595419720613010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiSS3wb_JI/AAAAAAAAA04/veqvPZY-Alk/s400/undercovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only downside is that Hubs will have to spend weeks trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; me that the Joker is NOT in our house at night. Sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;! (insert scary Joker laugh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-772699053007394220?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/772699053007394220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=772699053007394220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/772699053007394220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/772699053007394220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-parents-do-in-hotel-room-without.html' title='What parents do in a hotel room without their children....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SKiGTp9iddI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ddeIoATDRbU/s72-c/jumping+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6860765900066156652</id><published>2008-08-13T19:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:05:25.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Relax.......in a hurry?</title><content type='html'>Click on over to Jill Savage's blog to read &lt;a href="http://jillsavage.blogspot.com/2008/08/relaxin-hurry.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;an encouraging post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;on deciphering the difference between the "urgent" and the "important" in our mothering. It was a much needed reminder for this mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6860765900066156652?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6860765900066156652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6860765900066156652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6860765900066156652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6860765900066156652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/08/relaxin-hurry.html' title='Relax.......in a hurry?'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7010194344195197382</id><published>2008-08-06T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:02:12.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>What happens when Mommy is sick.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SJnW9000lOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jpSdxzDpBfw/s1600-h/What+happens+when+mommy+is+sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231448799808099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SJnW9000lOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jpSdxzDpBfw/s400/What+happens+when+mommy+is+sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1.  Still wearing our Jammies at 11:54am&lt;br /&gt;2.  Way too many videos&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pepridge Farm's Goldfish for breakfast  (every kids dream come true)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Toys, toys, everywhere you look toys!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Goldfish ground into the carpet (this is just in case Mommy is too sick to make lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when the daddy is sick he comes home and goes to bed while mommy takes care of the kids, but when the mommy is sick, there's no back up.  There should be some kind of "Dial-a-mom" service, where a fill-in mom comes and does all the typical mommy stuff while the real Mommy recovers.  Hmmmm, not a bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-7010194344195197382?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7010194344195197382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7010194344195197382&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7010194344195197382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7010194344195197382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happens-when-mommy-is-sick.html' title='What happens when Mommy is sick.....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SJnW9000lOI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jpSdxzDpBfw/s72-c/What+happens+when+mommy+is+sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8790874643656751194</id><published>2008-07-30T13:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:54:54.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green livivng'/><title type='text'>Trash Talk</title><content type='html'>Since getting my new camera, the Cannon point-n-shoot has been sitting in a drawer.  Hubs got it out to take to NYC only to find that the rechargeable batteries were no longer rechargeable ( I discovered that they typically last a year).  So, we bought news ones, and walked over to the garbage to toss the old ones - WAIT.   I've heard you really shouldn't throw batteries away due to the harmful components leching out into water, soil, air, etc... but I've always done it anyway because I didn't know what else to do  (ever think about where the trash really goes anyway?)  Well, I just found out and thought I'd share.  I know you're so excited you can hardly stay in your seat, so here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most retailers will take back your old batteries and recycle them for you.  Places like Best Buy, Radio Shack, Batteries Plus, etc... have drop-off boxes.  So easy, just toss them in a box in your garage and take them with you next time you're out.  You can find your closest drop-off center by entering your zip code &lt;a href="http://earth911.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I found over 17 stores in my town that take back rechargeable batteries, and many more for regular batteries - so I have no excuse.  At the same website you can find locations that will take back used cell phones, leftover paint, car oil, computers and appliances.  So don't just toss them in the trash, drop them off.  Now you have an excuse to go buy the latest electronic device you've been drooling over -  You're so welcome! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8790874643656751194?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8790874643656751194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8790874643656751194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8790874643656751194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8790874643656751194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/trash-talk.html' title='Trash Talk'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6277194700625608962</id><published>2008-07-18T10:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:05.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Hubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIDEMZbOpcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/138rzBEhCoo/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224391285012342210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIDEMZbOpcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/138rzBEhCoo/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubs left yesterday for NYC on a missions trip with &lt;a href="http://www.spreadtruth.com/ministries/nyc.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Spread Truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to lead the &lt;a href="http://www.freecamps.org/ots.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One Touch Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camp in Spanish Harlem. This is the second year for the soccer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-tGE2FXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FfQvZF8dZeU/s1600-h/one+touch+soccer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224385249684100466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-tGE2FXI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FfQvZF8dZeU/s200/one+touch+soccer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384583584300050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-GUqRvBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mERKPxtcZaM/s400/IMG_8703.jpg" border="0" /&gt; There will be prayer stations, conversations in the parks, a few basketball camps, a summer fun week (kind-of like VBS), and the soccer camp. Please pray for health and protection for all the members on the trip, for divine appointments, and for good weather. Hubs could really use prayer for his back - he's been in pain for a few weeks now. Satan would love to make him of no use during this endeavor - he'd so appreciate your prayers!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-TZ8TrmI/AAAAAAAAAzg/AYokwE3eWVU/s1600-h/IMG_8708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384808340401762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-TZ8TrmI/AAAAAAAAAzg/AYokwE3eWVU/s320/IMG_8708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-iq21TsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Z1_2nlV6NGw/s1600-h/IMG_8748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224385070578880194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIC-iq21TsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Z1_2nlV6NGw/s320/IMG_8748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a few pics from last year)...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224392067033589570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIDE56rn50I/AAAAAAAAA0A/vNUoiMc7RTg/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this family portrait before he left (can you believe my 4 yr old is almost as tall as me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6277194700625608962?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6277194700625608962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6277194700625608962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6277194700625608962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6277194700625608962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/praying-for-hubs.html' title='Praying for Hubs'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SIDEMZbOpcI/AAAAAAAAAz4/138rzBEhCoo/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4482113131120705321</id><published>2008-07-15T15:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:06.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>.Grateful.</title><content type='html'>Some July Gifts....... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Seeing my niece in this skirt and top I made. She pretty much refuses to wear shorts or pants because she "doesn't feel pretty" (isn't that adorable!). She walks around referring to herself as a princess and twirling to her hearts content. I just had to make her a "twirly skirt - I had seen a &lt;a href="http://houseonhillroad.typepad.com/photos/twirly_skirt/"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; online, but I ended up improvising since I didn't quite understand the directions. I think she loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223347547867856338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0O65kSPdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rSsFQ4mTT8M/s400/Tweet+little+outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Watching "I" have a blast at the pool! He could go down the slides over, and over, and over, and over, well, .... you get it. He says "again" before we even hit the water! I love to see him enjoying himself. This is such a change from last year, when he wouldn't go knee deep without me holding him. A lot changes in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223348510179037810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0Py6dJknI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-unXf15YiHQ/s400/Wet+and+wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Simple toys that could entertain for hours! Gram turned a Rubbermaid tote into a portable sand box. The cousins couldn't have been more content. Simple - love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223349247037277730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0Qdzd2BiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/TBfBXGkyFhk/s400/Simple+Sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. unexpected beauty. I spotted this spider's web on the deck as I was sweeping. My typical response would be to quickly brush it away - Ooooo, spiders!!! But I found myself drawn to it, thinking about all the work that goes into a web. And how amazing it that God created a creature that can do this!!!! Unexpected beauty in my own backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223350193339273058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0RU4t0j2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/bcU92lMY9_M/s400/Unexpected+Beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. My Love. I have the best husband! He works hard, is a loving dad, faithfully serves his Creator, lets me get away every now and then for a Tall Caramel Lite Frappacino with whip ......and he does diapers! Could it get any better??? We'll celebrate 9 years next month. I love you, Darling! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223351794749880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0SyGb3OhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/JLPCP78YWyc/s400/My+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, we look a little funny here - he was trying so hard not to laugh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4482113131120705321?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4482113131120705321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4482113131120705321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4482113131120705321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4482113131120705321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/grateful.html' title='.Grateful.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SH0O65kSPdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rSsFQ4mTT8M/s72-c/Tweet+little+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7946501451943242151</id><published>2008-07-10T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:06.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the boys 5/52.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHZstvvDONI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3IagTO6eAEE/s1600-h/me+and+the+boys+5-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221480351146391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHZstvvDONI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3IagTO6eAEE/s400/me+and+the+boys+5-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....well, our shadows anyway. The boys have been noticing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; shadows more, so we were having a little shadow fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flowy&lt;/span&gt;" top, so I look about 7 months pregnant - which I am not! The sunlight adds 10 pounds, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-7946501451943242151?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7946501451943242151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7946501451943242151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7946501451943242151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7946501451943242151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-boys-552.html' title='Me and the boys 5/52.....'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHZstvvDONI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3IagTO6eAEE/s72-c/me+and+the+boys+5-52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1488102392133407705</id><published>2008-07-06T15:45:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:07.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Sew Sweet</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a little sewing lately. I really don't have the time, but I've been enjoying doing little projects in the pockets of time I find during the day. I get the most accomplished after the boys are in bed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my mom sewing when I was little. She made my costumes for school plays, Halloween costumes, and my Easter dresses for several years. Somewhere down the line I decided it was "uncool" to sew. I don't know if this was just among my circle of friends, or more society's view on homemaking and homemade goods, but either way, in my mind, it was "like totally not cool" to wear something that wasn't featured in Teen Magazine! Funny thing is, I chose Home Economics as my major in college, knowing that would include me having to touch a sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the church/Christian school I attended, we had to wear ......coullots (is that how you spell that?). It gives me chills thinking about the coullots I owned. Due to the fact that the rest of the world had no idea what coullots were, let alone &lt;em&gt;sell &lt;/em&gt;them in major retail stores, my mom made mine, as did my Friend's moms. We'd go to the fabric store and pick out hideous prints to be made into large, flappin' in the breeze coullots. They screamed "Hey everyone, I go to a small Christian school that doesn't allow pants". I certainly wouldn't go in Wal-mart right after school without slipping into my jeans. I mean, adolescence was hard enough without adding strange socially unacceptable clothing. Anyway, back to sewing, coullots are the last thing I remember my mom sewing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In college, I had to take Clothing Construction I &amp;amp; II. I always got bogged down by the rules. I am not a perfectionist, and my projects were far from perfect. I remember sitting in class crying because the hem on the dress I made was not exactly 2'' deep, as the guidelines required. I feared I would fail, and (gulp) have to re-take the class.....oh, the agony!!!! After a whole lot of Kleenex and prayer, I passed. On to clothing Construction II. For the final project in this class, we had to make a &lt;em&gt;lined suit&lt;/em&gt;. Mine was made from a tan linen (I think it's still in my closet at my parent's house). I thought it would be the death of me! Rules, rules, so many rules! After college, I put away the sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been married three years, when we bought a house. I really wanted to try my hand at sewing some curtains. I chose a pattern that said it was a 1 hour project.......it took one hour just to read the pattern instructions! But they turned out fine - they're still hanging in the dinning. room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I seem to be drawn to my sewing machine again, but this time with fewer rules and simple projects we can actually use. Here are a few things I've recently completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220014344992273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE3Y9O1NeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/lkU-DoOdI1E/s400/little+romper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A little romper for "O". It's a smidge too big for him, but it works with a shirt under it (the hanger was Hubs' as a child - isn't it darling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220014830044868722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE31MMYcHI/AAAAAAAAAxs/0dRvLMNI7U8/s400/romper+detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I veered from the pattern a little and added a mock cuff and strap with buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220015359672656018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE4UBNfIJI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Y8gqKeK2zr8/s400/For+Baby+Eli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this baby blanket last night for a soon to be arriving baby at church. I love the vintage reprint of the children at the fair - I've been drawn to all thing's "1950's lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220016494345768114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE5WEMozLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Iovuf0X3Y50/s400/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220021236672376034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE9qGvaLOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5RiZtQlMnv8/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small-scale armchair for the boys to sit in. As you can imagine, it get lots of use - and it shows! It's covered in chocolate smudges, apple juice, and "mystery goo". I got the idea that I could make a cover for it, so I ran to the fabric store for find some not-too-girly fabric in the clearance bin. It took awhile for me to think through the process without any instructions. It's done now, but looks pretty "homemade". I'm just thankful I don't have to see the stains anymore.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221091411916268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHUK-gMcpPI/AAAAAAAAAyM/JrD0aUPLONI/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday, I finished up this birthday crown for &lt;a href="http://www.summerknoblochphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Summer's&lt;/a&gt; little girl, who turns two on Sat - Happy birthday, little "C"! I'm ready to make one for "O"'s b-day - October will be here before we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221092906042059186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHUMVePy6bI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ETn_2qwFPrQ/s400/Birthday+Crown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You'd think I'd be sick of sewing, but I'm actually in the process of making a Library bag to lug our books back and forth, a skirt and top for my niece, and a few small projects for a friends nursery, plus 3 more baby blankets. I'm sure this phase will end soon and I'll be on to something else. Maybe it will be a cleaning frenzy....... that would make Hubs happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1488102392133407705?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1488102392133407705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1488102392133407705&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1488102392133407705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1488102392133407705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/sew-sweet.html' title='Sew Sweet'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SHE3Y9O1NeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/lkU-DoOdI1E/s72-c/little+romper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3403587728858364635</id><published>2008-07-02T13:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:08.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Hub's Birthday! The boys and I made a special card.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218487168195167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGvKbkU1BmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/H_QyWM_oSHQ/s400/Me+and+the+boys+452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, "I" and myself worked on the card. ..... "O" just ate the crayons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218487882671337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGvLFJ9OLzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/lyAACWxdSI0/s400/For+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In case you're not familiar with abstract art, I've been told this is a portrait of trees and goldfish (I have no idea what the black spot is suppost to be).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Daddy, we hope you have a WONDERFUL birthday! We love you bunches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the first picture is also my weekly picture with the boys - week 4. Yeah, I know, I missed week 2 and 3 - life was happening too fast to capture with the camera).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3403587728858364635?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3403587728858364635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3403587728858364635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3403587728858364635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3403587728858364635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-big-day.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGvKbkU1BmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/H_QyWM_oSHQ/s72-c/Me+and+the+boys+452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-134402513431417001</id><published>2008-07-01T14:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:09.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>June Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqHQ_bIZUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K0b0yCdITgI/s1600-h/one+thousand+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218131844235027778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqHQ_bIZUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K0b0yCdITgI/s200/one+thousand+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things to be thankful for in June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Friends that are willing to be silly with you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218128323102795058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqEECLyZTI/AAAAAAAAAws/HxKQllILWg8/s400/Clowning+around.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt; Answered prayer about getting a new roof. I knew we'd eventually have to replace our roof, but who can afford that?! I pray for hail damage each spring. It wasn't quite hail damage that got an inspector on up on the roof, but we're getting a new roof all the same! Yeah God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218129641933795090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqFQzNmbxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/lmTHMRPuyPo/s400/238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt; The warm fuzzy feeling that comes over me when I get a chance to peek in on this little guy when he's sleeping. He was actually playing in his crib full of toys, when he decided it was time for a nap. I got a chance to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt; a few pictures to capture the sweetness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218130454350518130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqGAFs113I/AAAAAAAAAw8/6ePLk2NMAwU/s400/.Sweetness..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt; Cool treats on hot summer days. The boys are doing the reading program at the library and they earned certificates for free ice cream cones. Hubs and I had to treat ourselves too. I can never pass up ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218131328245099522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqGy9Ni7AI/AAAAAAAAAxE/rMRePIo2FN8/s400/carle%27s+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8188002869202876384-134402513431417001?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/134402513431417001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=134402513431417001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/134402513431417001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/134402513431417001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-gifts.html' title='June Gifts'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGqHQ_bIZUI/AAAAAAAAAxM/K0b0yCdITgI/s72-c/one+thousand+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1920697259477298336</id><published>2008-06-27T13:13:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:10.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago trip'/><title type='text'>Chicago:Day 3 and some extreme Branching Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beach, shopping and chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;......could a day get any better than this? After a lazy morning in the room, we headed out to catch a bus to the beach. We got on a bus heading the wrong direction - we still got to where we needed to be, it just took us longer. We did spot several stores we wanted to try to find later, so it wasn't a total waste of time. We found a nice spot on the beach (lakefront beach, that is. The closest thing to a beach I've seen since my honeymoon - sigh). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216628120735948210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGUvow3HnbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2_0QqqHi5g4/s400/Beach+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It did feel a little strange just lying around with no one to look after, get snacks for, or wipe down. We had lunch there, and went back to the hotel to get ready for some power shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216629385409522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGUwyYIy6iI/AAAAAAAAAvU/blVIe3eETgg/s400/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216631573441607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGUyxvMS97I/AAAAAAAAAvk/9Nabvdozfac/s400/182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After shopping (no pictures, it was serious shopping, people!) we strolled through Millennium Park to get our picture with the big bean thingy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216633389344389906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGU0bb9QexI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fYvaPfFfPsE/s400/Reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our reflection in the bean thingy (wish I knew what this was actually called).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216634330249516210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGU1SNGhVLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/HjGIpV-O3T8/s400/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting ready for a night out on the town!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216635055524497442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGU18a9jSCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/H9EE8g76jOg/s400/All+you+can+eat+chocolate2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We took a cab to the Hotel Peninsula, where , on the 5th floor, they have this amazing Chocolate Bar right in the middle of the dining room. Decadent, rich, and I'm sure, calorie free :) It was a sight to behold...a chocolate lovers dream come true! If it's chocolate, it was there! I can't even begin to describe it. You could even get chocolate raspberry tea! But even more amazing than the chocolate was the atmosphere. A live Jazz band played fabulous music! There was a small dance floor where a cute little couple danced the Jitterbug, quite well I might add. If you're ever in Chicago, you'll have to check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216640856394824322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGU7OE4z-oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/RyvGHOU0FnU/s400/Mesteph+chocolate+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day was pretty uneventful. We slept in, repacked my bags, had breakfast at a quaint little cafe, then I pretty much had to head to the train station. Thanks Steph, for turning 30 so we'd have an excuse to get away for the weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hubs and the boys picked me up at the train station, and this is what I came home to.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216643160021017986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGU9UKkGJYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/thApWb68gp4/s400/238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...some EXTREME branching out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The wind was so strong it took down about half of a tree in the backyard. The good news is, we may be getting a new roof out of it! When we bought this house 6 yrs ago, the inspector told us we had a few years until we needed a new roof, so I've been praying for hail damage for the past couple of years (crazy, I know), so we don't have to shell out thousands. To top off the evening, the power went out and we had to spend the night at Hubs parent's house (lucky for me, I was already packed). So, good thing I came home when I did or poor Hubs might have gone crazy with all the chaos around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life is pretty much back to normal..........I think I need a vacation! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1920697259477298336?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1920697259477298336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1920697259477298336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1920697259477298336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1920697259477298336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicagoday-3-and-some-extreme-branching.html' title='Chicago:Day 3 and some extreme Branching Out!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGUvow3HnbI/AAAAAAAAAvM/2_0QqqHi5g4/s72-c/Beach+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-232961135275201457</id><published>2008-06-25T11:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:11.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago trip'/><title type='text'>Chicago: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGONILSVohI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lIr37QxFugI/s1600-h/Wicked+B%26W+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216167965033341458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGONILSVohI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lIr37QxFugI/s400/Wicked+B%26W+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215926358939870354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGKxY2c1JJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/3XZ0UpjlpQc/s400/Wicked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Blogger is not working so well right now. These top two pictures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suppost&lt;/span&gt; to be at the bottom. So just imagine with me, that they are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, day 2 didn't quite start out like we had planned. I ended up with a bit of food poisoning. I spent most of time in the bathroom. The other girls headed out to breakfast while I tried to recover. I still wasn't feeling better by the time they got back, so they left to brave "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bucktown&lt;/span&gt;". I stayed in bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215852090440668610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGJt12ux1cI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JIUKZGJb-I0/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I felt better about an hour after they left, crawled out of bed and got ready for the day. I planned on venturing out on my own to find some lunch, but alas, I had no room key. So, I ordered VERY expensive room service, and stared out the window. Several hours (and a very organized room) later, I meet them outside our hotel. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215854597765556018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGJwHzPnZzI/AAAAAAAAAuc/alBlqUO7nz0/s400/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After going the wrong direction and back-tracking, we realized we didn't have time to eat where we had planned to, so we ended up at Potbelly's. Then it was on to Broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215922353069935618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGKtvrbAzAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/KdJBo07xoCw/s400/Wicked+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wicked was so good - a delightful tale of how the Wicked Witch of the West wasn't really so wicked after all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215922853497499154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGKuMzqPbhI/AAAAAAAAAus/g0bjYmKezus/s400/Whisper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we arrive a little early, we had some fun photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;. (Now you have to scroll back up to enjoy the other pics from the musical - sorry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we came out of the theater I expected the street to be lined with cabs, as I've experienced in the past, but there was nothing. You would have thought we were in the middle of "Po-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dunk&lt;/span&gt;-ville" ....not a cab in sight. So we thought if we walked down a ways and got out of the crowd, maybe we'd have a better chance at snagging one of the random cabs that came through. Susan was on the cell with her Hubby when a homeless (I assume) man approached her and asked if she was a prostitute or a hooker. (Now, she was not dressed as either - the man was clearly high on something). I took her arm and quickly started walking toward a nice dressed man waiting for a cab. Susan, in complete shock, said nothing to the man, but he proceeded to shout at her "don't you curse at me! Don't you curse at me!!!", along with a few racial comments. I was just about to reach out for the nice dressed man and beg him to help spare our lives, when the crazy man crossed the street. Even though we were surrounded by people, no one was attempting to come to our aid - I was starting to go into panic mode (which is not a pretty thing to witness). It was like fighting for your life to get a cab. The crazy man was now in the middle of the street trying to flag down cabs, in between harassing other women. I felt like we were all stranded on a deserted island and a boat shows up.....but there's only room for 4! Yikes! We finally got a cab. I was never so happy to be in a smelly cab, with music so loud that I'm sure no one in a 50 mile radius was able to sleep. But as we told him where we were going, he headed another direction. Suddenly I was seeing groups of gang-like guys huddled under the elevated train tracks. Their chains (and blades, probably) were reflecting the cab lights so nicely on such a dark, dark night (inject scary tone of voice here). I felt my heart pounding out of my chest as I tried to reason with myself. Here's what was being said in my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is probably just "his way" of getting to our hotel. But what if&lt;br /&gt;he's really not a cab driver? What if he stole this cab and is just posing&lt;br /&gt;as a cab driver? He's really just looking for his next victim, and he's&lt;br /&gt;taking us to his gang to leave us for dead!!!! (enter scary music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three of us all had the look of dear caught in headlights as we silently prayed. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, I saw our hotel in the distance! Praise Jesus! (deep sigh here). Home sweet home! What a relief to be back to a place where we felt safe.......but were we really (more scary music).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, it was a lot of fun, then a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, a lot scary), then it was all over - kind of like a roller coaster. We all slept pretty good after all the excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 to come.&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/8188002869202876384-232961135275201457?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/232961135275201457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=232961135275201457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/232961135275201457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/232961135275201457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicago-day-2.html' title='Chicago: Day 2'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SGONILSVohI/AAAAAAAAAvE/lIr37QxFugI/s72-c/Wicked+B%26W+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1655351759498988366</id><published>2008-06-18T14:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:00:03.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>Well, summer is in full swing. We haven't been to the pool yet, surprisingly, but hopefully we'll make it there this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always burnt easily, and if you know my oldest, you know, well, he just can't get any whiter! I recently read that you should purchase new sunscreen each year (oops), since it does expire, or at the very least, loose it's effectiveness. I've also read about how harmful sunscreen can be, due to the fact that it is absorbed into your skin, and then bloodstream (and who wants things in your bloodstream that you can't pronounce?) Check out &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/browse.php?sunscreens=1&amp;amp;worst=1&amp;amp;order=webscore+DESC"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;he worst sunscreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and if yours is on the list, toss it! Here's a list of &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/browse.php?sunscreens=1&amp;amp;best=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The best sunscreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, according to &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cosmeticdatabase.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(lots of useful information here!)&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/special/sunscreens/summary.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to read more information on sunscreen than the human brain can contain (you'll have to scroll down a bit), or you can &lt;a href="http://www.cosmeticsdatabase.com/special/sunscreens/ewg_sunscreen.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;print out this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;info sheet that everyone can understand and "apply" (get it, apply? You know, like applying sunscreen?) I wanted to get some &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/601-6225761-3339319?ASIN=B0010Z4N7A&amp;amp;AFID=Froogle&amp;amp;LNM=B0010Z4N7ACalifornia_Baby_SPF_30_Sunscreen_Lotion&amp;amp;ci_src=14110944&amp;amp;ci_sku=B0010Z4N7A&amp;amp;ref=tgt_adv_XSG10001"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;California Baby sunscreen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at Target for the boys, but EVERYONE (including the manufacturer) is out. It's on back order. So I found &lt;a href="http://www.jason-natural.com/products/sunbrellas.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jason's sunscreen for kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at a local health store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just checked and it looks like California Baby sunscreen is available now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a fabulous, safe and healthy summer! Slather up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1655351759498988366?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1655351759498988366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1655351759498988366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1655351759498988366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1655351759498988366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3690595393015815409</id><published>2008-06-17T14:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:12.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago trip'/><title type='text'>Chicago: Day 1</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;I just returned from 3 glorious days in Chicago. Last Christmas, when I was in Texas, I met a friend at Starbucks where we plotted out our escape to Chicago to celebrate her 30th birthday. She and I grew up together, were in each others weddings, and are both mothers to two wild and crazy boys! Her beautiful and talented sister joined us on the excursion. Here are the pictures from day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all met up at the hotel and then headed to Wrigley Field to see if we could get tickets to the game. The game was sold out and scalpers (sp?) were charging an arm and a leg, so we went to grab something to eat across the street.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212942820829496130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFgX4E33A0I/AAAAAAAAAtc/7wy6bamEPXc/s400/Wrigley+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a little snack, we took the "L" downtown, stopped in a few stores for some fun. We loved these red hats in Forever 21. And just for the record, both of these girls are very tiny. I love them dearly, but I look as big as a barn next to either of them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212944025104067698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFgY-LJSrHI/AAAAAAAAAts/qR4htODcefM/s400/red+hat+society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next we took a LONG walk to Navy Pier. We saw the sights and had dinner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212950708472533890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFgfDMogU4I/AAAAAAAAAt0/9NhSU857arg/s400/sky+high+ferris+wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212951150875778002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFgfc8tqG9I/AAAAAAAAAt8/xWM-s-CfMoE/s400/round+and+round+B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To cap off the evening, we took a boat tour on the river. It was very relaxing as we drifted off into the sunset.  We may have gotten a little too comfortable.  The view was great and we learned lots of interesting facts about the buildings along the river.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212952420006414690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFggm0l-yWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/x3GQshGJpEo/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more fascinating pictures form the trip..........I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3690595393015815409?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3690595393015815409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3690595393015815409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3690595393015815409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3690595393015815409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicago-day-1.html' title='Chicago: Day 1'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFgX4E33A0I/AAAAAAAAAtc/7wy6bamEPXc/s72-c/Wrigley+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8159308593117077836</id><published>2008-06-16T15:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:12.991-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi'/><title type='text'>.32.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFbM20MjgCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/LnqY0FGaIfQ/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212578860824231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFbM20MjgCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/LnqY0FGaIfQ/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today &lt;a href="http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-kindred-spirit.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;would have been 32. Today I will sing....from the bottom of my heart. Today I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;...so hard that I cry. Today I will dance...dance like no one is looking (which is a good thing). Today I will love...unconditionally. And today I cling to my hope in a living Saviour, who has victory over death. Today I celebrate you, my friend. Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8159308593117077836?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8159308593117077836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8159308593117077836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8159308593117077836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8159308593117077836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/32.html' title='.32.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SFbM20MjgCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/LnqY0FGaIfQ/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3285939491478746653</id><published>2008-06-10T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:13.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1/52</title><content type='html'>I've made a mid-year resolution. I'm going to try to take a picture each week (using the self timer) capturing me and boys doing every-day things. Maybe Hubs will be able to jump in a few shots from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short. My hope is that it will help me to slow down, be in the moment, be more purposeful, intentional. I may not get a picture&lt;em&gt; every&lt;/em&gt; week, but if nothing else, I'll have a handful of memories frozen in time that I wouldn't of had otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210290223957798034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SE6rWnex7JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NrjUPzj-vmk/s400/Me+and+the+boys+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3285939491478746653?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3285939491478746653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3285939491478746653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3285939491478746653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3285939491478746653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/152.html' title='1/52'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SE6rWnex7JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NrjUPzj-vmk/s72-c/Me+and+the+boys+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-4659037430497356616</id><published>2008-06-08T15:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:14.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud, rides, and hotdogs...Oh my!</title><content type='html'>Saturday we took the boys to a mini-carnival offered through Hubs' employer. We weren't sure if there'd be much for them to do, but they ended up getting to ride several rides together. They both LOVED it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up to a torrential downpour, but that didn't stop us from braving the elements. The rain tapered off shortly before we were heading out the door. The ground was total slush! So with mud squishing between our toes, we waited in line for the first ride (and this was sacrifice on my part...&lt;a href="http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-my-name-is-girlie-girl-and-im-anti.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't like messes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you know). The joy on their little faces let us know it was worth all the hassel. And of course, I have pictures.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209610910726961874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExBhYfhOtI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0IPh34kp8qA/s400/Backseat+Drivers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611137567280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExBulidzLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/8Fo_i9ZaH7M/s400/The+End.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611334757406578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExB6EIQV3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Q0tEhPojLgY/s400/Twirl-a+whirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611619975581138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExCKqpkTdI/AAAAAAAAAsk/z11vcCKRdg4/s400/Twirl-a-whirl+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209611868814535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExCZJpZa8I/AAAAAAAAAss/uesvE0uqKbI/s400/Kiddy-Coaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209612096155636930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExCmYjvVMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3t6XsVS_0FU/s400/Butterfly+Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616201786237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExGVXOWo_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/lQ3jgnW4UP8/s400/First+Pony+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know that they were too thrilled with the ponies, but all-in-all a fun-filled morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-4659037430497356616?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4659037430497356616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=4659037430497356616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4659037430497356616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/4659037430497356616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/mud-rides-and-hotdogsoh-my.html' title='Mud, rides, and hotdogs...Oh my!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SExBhYfhOtI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0IPh34kp8qA/s72-c/Backseat+Drivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3649320160623225081</id><published>2008-06-05T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:06:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.Birth.</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine just delivered her fourth baby. As most of you know, with each child, the delivery process seems to happen more quickly than the last. Well, this mom had no idea just how quick the fourth would be. Her birth story is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UN.BE.LIEV.ABLE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Click &lt;a href="http://thebattleforhelmsdeep.blogspot.com/2008/06/cell-phone-tells-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to read all about it! Congratulations "Mommy"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3649320160623225081?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3649320160623225081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3649320160623225081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3649320160623225081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3649320160623225081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/birth.html' title='.Birth.'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3482538662635056051</id><published>2008-06-04T15:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:15.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just thought I'd share a few pictures of the boys - I'm loving my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4vMiGcNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/J8yBMALs39s/s1600-h/hangin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208123508802351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4vMiGcNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/J8yBMALs39s/s400/hangin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4lLhyEDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/l83pvsILcTE/s1600-h/see2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208123336733888562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4lLhyEDI/AAAAAAAAAr0/l83pvsILcTE/s400/see2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4cVaU_EI/AAAAAAAAArs/K6gcYFRJWpE/s1600-h/once+upon+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208123184768154690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4cVaU_EI/AAAAAAAAArs/K6gcYFRJWpE/s400/once+upon+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4QHCj4JI/AAAAAAAAArk/MM6r_XLukgs/s1600-h/100boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208122974751940754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4QHCj4JI/AAAAAAAAArk/MM6r_XLukgs/s400/100boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3482538662635056051?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3482538662635056051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3482538662635056051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3482538662635056051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3482538662635056051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEb4vMiGcNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/J8yBMALs39s/s72-c/hangin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8536852681864234438</id><published>2008-06-03T11:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:15.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June showers bring July babies</title><content type='html'>Last night some friends (from our "pre-baby" Bible study group) and I celebrated two little baby girls that are soon to be born. Most of my friends are on their second or third babies. Typically, you get a shower with the first baby and get all the "must-haves".......stroller, highchair, diapers, etc... Baby #2 uses all of baby #1's things, and so on. We started doing "sprinkles" when someone had their second or third baby (fourths anyone?), so they get &lt;em&gt;sprinkled&lt;/em&gt; with a few extras, rather than showered with "the works"! These two mammas got gift cards to &lt;a href="http://www.peascarrotsjleman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peas &amp;amp; Carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, among a few other things -fun! Here are a few pictures from the evening....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207699326389199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEV28h54IhI/AAAAAAAAArE/qFmzUEyZuv8/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207703651421266466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEV64R54IiI/AAAAAAAAArM/06y6CanQEWI/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207705322163544626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEV8Zh54IjI/AAAAAAAAArU/dcXkL20SNLo/s400/girls-shower-B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8536852681864234438?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8536852681864234438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8536852681864234438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8536852681864234438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8536852681864234438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-showers-bring-july-babies.html' title='June showers bring July babies'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SEV28h54IhI/AAAAAAAAArE/qFmzUEyZuv8/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8142731880250446079</id><published>2008-05-29T15:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:39:38.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>"In my Arms"</title><content type='html'>Several months ago a friend (thanks Mark) pointed out an artist to me -&lt;a href="http://www.pushplayer.com/plumb/b/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I had never heard of her before, but her most recent album, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blink-Plumb/dp/B000VAQWT2/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1212096909&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blink&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is all about her adventures in motherhood. I occasionally listen to the music from her website. Her music has a unique sound to it, almost a hint of "darkness", but her lyrics are very "bright" and true to life. Lately, I've heard one of her songs on a local Christian radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"your baby blues, so full of wonder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your curly cues, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your contagious smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I watch you start to grow up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all I can do is hold you tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing clouds will rage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and storms will race in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you will be safe in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rains will pour down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waves will crash all around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you will be safe in my arms". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What parent can't identify with those lyrics? As I was driving around town, my thoughts were consumed with &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Steven Curtis and Mary Beth Chapman's tragic loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This song began to play on the radio, and I suddenly saw the song in a new light. The Chapmans are certainly in the middle of a horrific storm right now, but they are even more certainly being held close by the arms of our Father God. I love when "parenting" my children intersects with God "parenting" me! We have an awesome Heavenly Father who doesn't worry about the next raging storm (unlike myself), but sees it coming before we do, and holds us close. Please keep the Chapman's in your prayers. You can check out Plumbs music &lt;a href="http://www.pushplayer.com/plumb/b/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8142731880250446079?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8142731880250446079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8142731880250446079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8142731880250446079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8142731880250446079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-my-arms.html' title='&quot;In my Arms&quot;'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1419414304552459898</id><published>2008-05-28T15:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:16.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with my boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is &lt;em&gt;girlie girl&lt;/em&gt; and I'm an "anti-messy". Now, that doesn't mean we don't have messes around here - there are PLENTY! They show up without an invitation.....laundry piled, food ground into carpet, moldy sippy cups left in the van who knows how long, .....you know, the normal stuff. So, I usually resist anything activity that &lt;em&gt;purposefully &lt;/em&gt;creates a mess. Painting would be one such activity. I'm all for it if it accomplishes something - painting the house, painting a room. I can check it off my list and feel good about it. So you can imagine the anguish I felt as I watched this.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205536183290438098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SD3HlB54IdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/bYglSKoerKI/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205536771700957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SD3IHR54IeI/AAAAAAAAAqs/maC6KON7Xt4/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205538163270361586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SD3JYR54IfI/AAAAAAAAAq0/teAYWBtDNRc/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205538867644998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SD3KBR54IgI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5FZvrjZIVqo/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I even bought spill-proof cups for the paint! I guess childhood is really about exploring and learning, and that's usually a messy process. Baby steps to making a mess.....baby steps to making a mess....baby steps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1419414304552459898?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1419414304552459898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1419414304552459898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1419414304552459898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1419414304552459898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-my-name-is-girlie-girl-and-im-anti.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SD3HlB54IdI/AAAAAAAAAqk/bYglSKoerKI/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1356636072519336896</id><published>2008-05-20T10:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:16.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izzy'/><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>I had some scraps of red fabric I started to throw out, but then I figured I could probably use it for something someday (I just can't stand stuff taking up space if I'm not using it). Then "I" zoomed by like a speeding bullet and it hit me..........I could make him a cape. I didn't quite have a piece large enough, so I had to piece it (he doesn't seem to mind). I lined it with white muslin I had left over from the living room curtains (I'll show you those soon), sewed on some leftover royal blue ribbon as the strings to tie around his neck, and finished it off with royal blue top-stitching. Presto ........ a cape. He loves it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Family Video kids movies are free, so anytime Hubs and I rent a movie, "I" gets to pick one for himself. Lately he's been into the &lt;a href="http://atv.disney.go.com/playhouse/koalabrothers/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Koala Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, two koala bears that fly around in their airplane searching for people to help. So "I" flys around the house, wearing his cape, asking how he can help me (although he usually turns down my suggestions). All in all, it's entertained him for hours.......and it was technically FREE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202486751802160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SDLyIwXX85I/AAAAAAAAAqU/z-6aoumYD1o/s400/I-with-cape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202487030975034274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SDLyZAXX86I/AAAAAAAAAqc/iNzODVRJa9k/s400/I-close-up-cape.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY HERO!&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/8188002869202876384-1356636072519336896?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1356636072519336896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1356636072519336896&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1356636072519336896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1356636072519336896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SDLyIwXX85I/AAAAAAAAAqU/z-6aoumYD1o/s72-c/I-with-cape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8843619850733957993</id><published>2008-05-17T19:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:16.585-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owey'/><title type='text'>Dirt Eater</title><content type='html'>"O" is feeling better. In fact, we ventured outside for a while today. He was doing so well, I thought I'd relax on the deck and watch them play. I turned my head for one moment, only to find him serving himself a snack from the flower pot! No, it was not a chocolate flower pot - that's dirt! I have been trying to do more "natural" snacks, but this is taking it a bit far! We could all use a little extra mineral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supplement&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201516355481236354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SC9_kQXX84I/AAAAAAAAAqM/NgsOj2HPrOg/s400/dirt-eater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8843619850733957993?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8843619850733957993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8843619850733957993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8843619850733957993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8843619850733957993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/dirt-eater.html' title='Dirt Eater'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SC9_kQXX84I/AAAAAAAAAqM/NgsOj2HPrOg/s72-c/dirt-eater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6576363112915451674</id><published>2008-05-15T22:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:16.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owey'/><title type='text'>{For Mom}</title><content type='html'>My mom asked why there were no pictures of "O" enjoying the bubbles in the last post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why....................&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200807320805176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCz6tAXX81I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SD4To6d8rHc/s400/O-crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's pretty much looks like this most of the time, but with more snot. I took him to the Doctor this morning and turns out he's got a sinus infection.  We've already started the first round if antibiotics. Poor thing, he just can't be comforted.  Hopefully I'll  have pictures of a more joyfull "O" to share soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6576363112915451674?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6576363112915451674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6576363112915451674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6576363112915451674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6576363112915451674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-mom.html' title='{For Mom}'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCz6tAXX81I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SD4To6d8rHc/s72-c/O-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6696504649254534656</id><published>2008-05-15T11:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:17.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Recent Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxqvwXX80I/AAAAAAAAAps/rlqI5pURZCI/s1600-h/one+thousand+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200649038375416642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxqvwXX80I/AAAAAAAAAps/rlqI5pURZCI/s200/one+thousand+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am grateful for... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. NOT having to make dinner!&lt;/strong&gt; Now, I consider it a privilege to nourish my family through a home-cooked, well-balanced meal, but sometimes the kitchen just needs a night off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200639851440370434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxiZAXX8wI/AAAAAAAAApM/UMpw_iakb1I/s400/coloringwithDaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went to Denny's (kids eat FREE on Saturdays). Hubs tried showing "I" how to draw stick people - they even remembered to add my glasses! This was the first time we've all gone out to eat together since "O" was a newborn. Normally "O" sits in a highchair, and signals to us that he's done by throwing his food on the floor (and walls...since he discovered spaghetti sticks quite nicely). To distract him while waiting for the food, we let him sit in the booth with us. What a difference it made! He was suddenly a "big boy"! So, needless to say, we've since put our highchair away at home and he now sits in a booster at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Quiet time away. &lt;/strong&gt;The boys have been attending a program (Morning Out for Moms) on Tuesday morning. Most of the time I run e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rrands&lt;/span&gt; or go back home and get things done. This past Tues was the l-a-s-t morning out (I say this with the saddest, most pitiful voice I have). {Deep sigh} So, there was no cleaning for this momma! I went straight to Barnes and Noble, grabbed a few books I've been wanting to peek at, ordered a tall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt; lite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frapaccino&lt;/span&gt;, and got comfy in a cushy armchair ...bliss! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200645108480340754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxnLAXX8xI/AAAAAAAAApU/sSCewRm-SS4/s400/Frap-and-books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Giant Bubble Wands.&lt;/strong&gt; I found this bubble wand in the dollar bin at Target - I LOVE the dollar bin at Target! For only $1, I was skeptical, but it works great and the boys loved it! It entertained them for a good 30 minutes. I'm sure it will provide oodles of fun this summer!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200646663258501922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxolgXX8yI/AAAAAAAAApc/P8UlmX_ql2Y/s400/giant-bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. The Wonder of Childhood.&lt;/strong&gt; Most days I'm so wrapped up in my day - the things that cry "urgent", that I miss the simple joys tucked away among the urgent. Who knew soap and water could be so magical. The boys were in awe of the larger-than-life bubbles. What a gift to catch those glimpses of life through the eyes of a child.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200648815037117234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxqiwXX8zI/AAAAAAAAApk/vvf55RKZBZ8/s400/wonder-bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6696504649254534656?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6696504649254534656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6696504649254534656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6696504649254534656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6696504649254534656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/recent-gifts.html' title='Recent Gifts'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCxqvwXX80I/AAAAAAAAAps/rlqI5pURZCI/s72-c/one+thousand+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1803006772674219817</id><published>2008-05-10T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:17.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Mommy Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCXQGaak6eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/eMzytDx_ztA/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198790153457691106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCXQGaak6eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/eMzytDx_ztA/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been reflecting on my mothering lately. It's easy to compare myself to other moms who seem to have it all together....clean homes, laundry done, dinner on the table, delightful children who can be taken in public, AND these moms will NOT be found wearing their PJ's in the middle of the day. I remind myself I'm doing the best I can, but what if "my best" is not enough. There are so many schools of thought on parenting, and now with a world of information at our fingertips, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with all the information. So many choices. Whose right? Whose wrong? I just pray for wisdom and grace each day, that I make the right decisions for that day, for that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not have a Martha Stewart home, prepare 5-star meals, or well-mannered children, and yes, even as I write this (11:00am), I'm wearing my PJ's, but &lt;strong&gt;it's just a season&lt;/strong&gt;. I have to tell myself that each day...."This. is. just. a. season". It won't always be this chaotic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take pregnancy, for example. When you're in the middle of it, you think it will last forever, that this baby has taken up permanent residence inside your body. Then it happens, and you wish it would all slow down! Here's a journal entry from my pregnancy with "O":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday, Sep 16, 2006&lt;br /&gt;"Indigestion, acid coming up in my mouth, constant&lt;br /&gt;burping, headaches, nausea, sharp pain in my low abdomen. I feel like his&lt;br /&gt;feet are dangling out of me! Leg cramps, "charlie horses",pulled&lt;br /&gt;ligaments! It takes an act of Congress just to roll over in&lt;br /&gt;bed!!! Could he maybe kick a little harder on my bladder????&lt;br /&gt;My bowels are confused! My stomach must be up in my lungs because it can't&lt;br /&gt;hold very much, yet I'm always hungry! I've been gaining about 3 lbs&lt;br /&gt;a weeks for the last month. I feel like a huge balloon that can't&lt;br /&gt;hold any more air - I just wont to take a straight pen and pop myself to relieve&lt;br /&gt;the pressure! I've been on bed rest for 7 weeks, and I still have 4&lt;br /&gt;more to go!!!!!!! I'm growing hair in strange places, I can hardly&lt;br /&gt;walk! I can't cook, or clean, or take care of "I". Can I make it 4&lt;br /&gt;more weeks??? 4 more weeks, 4 more weeks, 4 more weeks....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laughed out loud when I went back and read this recently...then I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to cry. What a season! And to think I lived to tell about about it!&lt;br /&gt;It was a much needed reminder that these stages of motherhood are just&lt;br /&gt;that.........stages, short seasons to be cherished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, go tell your mom how wonderful she is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&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/8188002869202876384-1803006772674219817?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1803006772674219817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1803006772674219817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1803006772674219817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1803006772674219817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommy-moments.html' title='Mommy Moments'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SCXQGaak6eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/eMzytDx_ztA/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-553198022496142353</id><published>2008-05-07T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:22:06.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think????</title><content type='html'>Help! I've asked for a new bible for Mother's Day - something small enough to carry in my purse. Our local Christian bookstore didn't have a lot of options in the version I'm looking at. I found two possibilities online. Should I opt for the fun and spunky &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product_slideshow?sku=47359&amp;amp;actual_sku=47359&amp;amp;slide=1&amp;amp;action=Next"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pink floral print bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or should I go with &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product_slideshow?sku=46412&amp;amp;actual_sku=46412&amp;amp;slide=1&amp;amp;action=Next"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the safer cranberry Filigre patterned bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Check out the links to the images and give me your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's pretty sad when I can't even decide on a bible cover without help.....I'm telling you, it's those braincells I sacrificed during pregnancy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-553198022496142353?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/553198022496142353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=553198022496142353&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/553198022496142353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/553198022496142353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think????'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-8622389546190423693</id><published>2008-04-30T14:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:18.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBjOgI2BvkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C_RgHt8TcbQ/s1600-h/stay+at+home+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195129221697093186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBjOgI2BvkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C_RgHt8TcbQ/s320/stay+at+home+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a stay at home Mom. I love my job. I whole-heartedly believe that it is THE HARDEST JOB IN THE WORLD! Hands down. I love my boys to pieces - I can't imagine a day without them, and stay awake at night worrying about the "what if's" of that fear becoming reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But...there are days when I want to pop &lt;em&gt;Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/em&gt; in the DVD player, curl up in the recliner wearing my jammies, surounded by junk food, and pretend that I never gave birth! (deep sigh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just keep reminding myself that these days are numbered! It will all be over before I know it, and I'll actually long for the days with tots underfoot. I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to cherish each hug, each kiss, each bedtime cuddle, each giggle, each chubby sticky finger reaching out for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;to delete from my memory each tantrum, each "I don't want to", each deliberate disobedience, each time I raise my voice out of frustration, each time I'm too busy to play, each time I think "Oh, I can't wait until they're older....." And then I try to be the mom I so badly desire to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so thankfull to be able to stay home. It's not easy financially, but we make it work. I sometimes daydream &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SB9wio2BvlI/AAAAAAAAAok/NH4yUGJuKOc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196996235390729810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SB9wio2BvlI/AAAAAAAAAok/NH4yUGJuKOc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about the govornment passing legislation requireing that stay-at-home-moms be paid! Wouldn't that be great?! Well, until pigs fly, we'll just have to keep dreaming. You can, however, estimate what your salary would be at &lt;a href="http://www.salary.com/"&gt;salary.com&lt;/a&gt; where they feature a &lt;a href="http://swz.salary.com/momsalarywizard/htmls/mswl_momcenter.html"&gt;mom salary wizard&lt;/a&gt;. You can estimate your salary based the top ten job titles of a mom, the number of hours you performm each title, the number of children you have, and your zip code. Then you can print out your paycheck or e-mail it to others. Acording to them, I should be earning $207,649.00! But I 'll settle for hearing "I" say "Mommy, God gave you to me as a special gift". Makes my heart melt!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997395031899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SB9xmI2BvmI/AAAAAAAAAos/c34Gi9pgpqY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check out the look on his face as he presents me with my check! He's thinking...."There's not nearly enough in my piggy bank to cover this!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-8622389546190423693?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8622389546190423693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=8622389546190423693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8622389546190423693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/8622389546190423693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/sham.html' title='I love my job'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBjOgI2BvkI/AAAAAAAAAoc/C_RgHt8TcbQ/s72-c/stay+at+home+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-833490505896398706</id><published>2008-04-30T11:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:18.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, totally just for fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBifzo2BvfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/WKy3Nc-1788/s1600-h/Peace,+Like+Totally!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195077879658036722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBifzo2BvfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/WKy3Nc-1788/s320/Peace,+Like+Totally!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently attended the party of the century....ok, maybe not quite the century, but close. It was a Decade Dance - come dressed as a blast from the past, your favorite decade. I, of course, chose the 80's/early 90's (if only you could see my royal blue pumps in this picture - like, totally tubular!). My hair would have been a lot bigger, but I was out of my Aqua Net hairspray!!! What a great era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, between this event and the "New Kids" big announcement, I've found myself daydreaming about life in the 80's. I think it's because it was a mostly care-free time of my life ...Saturday morning cartoons, sleepovers with friends, passing notes at school about who's "going with each other", perming my big hair, collecting buttons for my jean jacket, hashing out the "drama, drama, drama" among friends, fighting with my brother over who sits in the front seat, Friday night "must see TV", organizing all my "jellies" (transparent colored rubber sandals), and braiding friendship bracelets. Here are a few pictures that capture the magic....(they're blurry, but hey, they were taken in '89 by 11 &amp;amp; 12 yr olds...I'd say they're pretty good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195085675023678978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBim5Y2BvgI/AAAAAAAAAn8/DWpfeznODZY/s400/me+80%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Big bangs, biker shorts, Swatch watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195086486772497938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBinoo2BvhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IiFtH6HhhjA/s400/me80%27s+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Eat your heart out Debbie Gibson!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(can't you just smell the Electric Youth perfume?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195086950628965922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBioDo2BviI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NyoU4Z5_-5c/s400/80%27s+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I just thew this one in for laughs. The outfit on the far right was my favorite. It had stick people, in every color possible, all over the boat-neck top, and smaller stick people on the knee-length skirt. Mom, what were you thinking, letting me buy this, let alone wear it in public? Ok, I've bored you long enough. I'll end with a few of my favorites from the 80's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195089342925749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBiqO42BvjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2FIxUfE_f7o/s400/my+80%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;( I clearly watched WAY too much TV)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What are your 80's memories?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-833490505896398706?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/833490505896398706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=833490505896398706&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/833490505896398706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/833490505896398706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-totaly-just-for-fun.html' title='Like, totally just for fun!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBifzo2BvfI/AAAAAAAAAn0/WKy3Nc-1788/s72-c/Peace,+Like+Totally!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-256456179832034115</id><published>2008-04-25T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:18.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storyboard'/><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBIk_o2BveI/AAAAAAAAAno/ip2pIWh-uTU/s1600-h/weeeeeeeee!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193253996025986530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBIk_o2BveI/AAAAAAAAAno/ip2pIWh-uTU/s400/weeeeeeeee!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope your weekend is this much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Met my &lt;a href="http://thebowarsbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; at the park with the kiddos - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we had a little too much fun ourselves)&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/8188002869202876384-256456179832034115?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/256456179832034115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=256456179832034115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/256456179832034115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/256456179832034115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBIk_o2BveI/AAAAAAAAAno/ip2pIWh-uTU/s72-c/weeeeeeeee!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-527961594899243141</id><published>2008-04-24T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:19.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickerdoodles</title><content type='html'>Growing up, my mom always let me and my brother lick the bowl and spoon after she did any baking.  I was feeling a little childish yesterday, so I made snickerdoodles.  Who dosesn't like snickerdoodles?   It's 12:45pm and I've already had 6!  I'll be taking the boys for a walk later......so I can have more cookies :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBDFyo2BvcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MXgbMapdwZ4/s1600-h/snickerdoodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192867844106337730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBDFyo2BvcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MXgbMapdwZ4/s400/snickerdoodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-527961594899243141?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/527961594899243141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=527961594899243141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/527961594899243141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/527961594899243141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/snickerdoodles.html' title='Snickerdoodles'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SBDFyo2BvcI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MXgbMapdwZ4/s72-c/snickerdoodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-5037962222063766827</id><published>2008-04-18T10:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:19.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>My Friday Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi6ganS61I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EtlYh77qnds/s1600-h/one+thousand+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190603636607216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi6ganS61I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EtlYh77qnds/s400/one+thousand+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi55qnS60I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QGFT0KIqETw/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190602970887285570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi55qnS60I/AAAAAAAAAnE/QGFT0KIqETw/s400/065.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Memories - that evoke both laughter and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. God's provision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.Sunshine on my face after a LONG winter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. My new camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190605242924985186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi796nS62I/AAAAAAAAAnU/iAIIaOLtXEI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-5037962222063766827?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5037962222063766827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=5037962222063766827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5037962222063766827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/5037962222063766827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/9.html' title='My Friday Gifts'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAi6ganS61I/AAAAAAAAAnM/EtlYh77qnds/s72-c/one+thousand+gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3408621901286230441</id><published>2008-04-14T08:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:19.914-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SANuy6nS6yI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YXalzeCrUJ0/s1600-h/bathtubOverflowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189113016667532066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SANuy6nS6yI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YXalzeCrUJ0/s320/bathtubOverflowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They say every cloud has a silver lining.........well, so do my hips! I've been studying my stretch marks lately (is this inappropriate to discuss on the web? ......Naaaaaaaa). Skin truly is amazing. Although I'll never look the same, these silver slivers do appear a bit smaller than last year. I call them my "battle scars", because with "O" we were battling to keep him in there. He started trying to make his exit at 27 weeks. So I welcomed three months of bed rest .....three months of people bringing us meals (what a blessing)....which brought with it unwelcomed weight....and his friends "Stretchy Mark and the Funky Bunch". So, while in deep thought about my stretch marks, I came across a journal entry I made after reading a chapter in &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lysa Terkeurst's &lt;/a&gt;book &lt;em&gt;The Bathtub is Overflowing but I Feel Drained.&lt;/em&gt; Here's what she has to say about stretch marks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Stretch marks are a beautiful reminder that my body was used in a sacrificial&lt;br /&gt;way to make her birth possible. It's the mark of the ultimate servant who&lt;br /&gt;gives their life to make new life possible. I didn't have to die, but the&lt;br /&gt;way my body looked before children had to die&lt;br /&gt;during the rigors of&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy. These scars make me a little more like Jesus. I have&lt;br /&gt;been called to die to the selfishness that characterized my life before&lt;br /&gt;kids. My life was about my schedule, my needs, my wants, my time, my&lt;br /&gt;money, my dreams, my plans. God wants my life&lt;br /&gt;to be about Him and His&lt;br /&gt;plans. My kids are daily reminders that acts of service to others is&lt;br /&gt;what the pathway to joy is paved with. Tying this ones shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Changing this ones diapers. Praying this one through a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;Washing this ones clothes. Planning this ones birthday. Helping this&lt;br /&gt;one catch a frog. Telling this one a story. Putting a band aid one&lt;br /&gt;this ones boo-boo. And that's just one day in the life of a mom! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He (Jesus) gave his life so I could find new life. My scars,&lt;br /&gt;therefore, are precious reminders - treasures, really -of my service that&lt;br /&gt;started the moment of conception and continues to this day. Giving of&lt;br /&gt;my body gave my kids a chance at life. Modeling Jesus' example of&lt;br /&gt;service points them to a new life they can have in&lt;br /&gt;Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's face it. Motherhood is a stretching experience whether we&lt;br /&gt;are talking about our physical bodies, our mental capacity, or our&lt;br /&gt;spiritual outlook. But it brings me such joy to see the correlations&lt;br /&gt;between my service to my children and what Jesus has done for me that I&lt;br /&gt;thought it worth pondering. Whether you birthed your children through&lt;br /&gt;your body or through your heart through adoption, you have served, .....you have&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed,.....you have been stretched." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today I think I will wear my stretch marks with pride (don't worry, I'll keep them covered up). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3408621901286230441?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3408621901286230441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3408621901286230441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3408621901286230441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3408621901286230441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-scars.html' title='Beautiful Scars'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SANuy6nS6yI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YXalzeCrUJ0/s72-c/bathtubOverflowing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-60717317568529236</id><published>2008-04-13T15:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:20.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Izzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Big Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We hit a few milestones around here.   "I" turned four yesterday- unbelievable! And "O" turned 18 months today.  I don't have babies, I have "Big Boys" (sniff, sniff). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188838250429737730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAJ05anS6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7FZAUe1Kyv0/s400/I+-+four.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made "I's " cake.   The red frosting turned out a bit pinkish - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the birthday boy didn't seem to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188838997754047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAJ1k6nS6xI/AAAAAAAAAms/-WBxvjy0WbM/s400/18+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And "O" is turning  into quite the little man.  His hobbies include, but are not limited to: unrolling toilet paper, toilet bowl fishing, playing in his "pots and pans" band, pulling mommy's galsses off,  tormenting his brother, and eating TP (you may notice he spends a lot of time in the bathroom).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I think I'll go out of my mind sometimes, I'm so blessed to have these two big boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-60717317568529236?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/60717317568529236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=60717317568529236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/60717317568529236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/60717317568529236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-boys.html' title='Big Boys'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SAJ05anS6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7FZAUe1Kyv0/s72-c/I+-+four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-3819916223748772677</id><published>2008-04-09T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:38:13.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fDmp967UMds' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fDmp967UMds'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always feared being attached in a parking lot.  I have this crazy plan that if someone ever sticks a gun in my back or gets in my car, I'll just start shouting "Do you know Jesus?  Do you know Jesus?".  I figure if they think I'm crazy, they'd leave me alone.  The woman in this video, however, had a much better plan, which produced amazing results!  Who needs pepper spray when you have God's Word?!   :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-3819916223748772677?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3819916223748772677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=3819916223748772677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3819916223748772677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/3819916223748772677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/powerful-words_9106.html' title='Powerful Words'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-2013106093814241760</id><published>2008-04-03T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:34:52.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Ray "Gets Clean"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_Wo6NV20WOY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_Wo6NV20WOY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a little more info on my favorite cleaning products...compliments of Rachel Ray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-2013106093814241760?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2013106093814241760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=2013106093814241760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2013106093814241760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/2013106093814241760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/rachel-ray-clean.html' title='Rachel Ray &amp;quot;Gets Clean&amp;quot;'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-1765646618430970808</id><published>2008-04-02T07:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:20.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids back on the Block?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;News Flash! Hot off the presses! According to my sources (Hubs - who, unlike me, keeps up on the news), the ultimate 90's boy band, New Kids On The Block, is making a comeback! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, I know, this could be as regrettable as Jordan's acid washed overalls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're scheduled to perform on the Today Show this Friday, April 4. I can just hear young girls everywhere squealing and screaming with delight.....wait, those aren't young girls...they're young moms, reliving their "young girlhood". So deck yourself out in hot pink, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;, and purple, "peg" your jeans, and break out the banana clips.....and be prepared to &lt;em&gt;hang tough.&lt;/em&gt; Still can't believe it? Read all about it &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20187202,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184641938002500178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R_OMX4o7WlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TsSSVN9fAdE/s400/NKOTB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(And thought I had big hair back then)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-1765646618430970808?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1765646618430970808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=1765646618430970808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1765646618430970808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/1765646618430970808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-kids-back-on-block.html' title='New Kids back on the Block?'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R_OMX4o7WlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TsSSVN9fAdE/s72-c/NKOTB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-6455505974102901704</id><published>2008-03-30T18:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:20.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to my ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R_AdL4o7WkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/DbtgzBmJ_BA/s1600-h/boys+on+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183675261123254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R_AdL4o7WkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/DbtgzBmJ_BA/s400/boys+on+piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"O" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt;.........ringing in my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I" laughing.....wrinkles around my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Both of them banging on the piano.....HEADACHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories .......priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8188002869202876384-6455505974102901704?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6455505974102901704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=6455505974102901704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6455505974102901704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/6455505974102901704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my ears'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R_AdL4o7WkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/DbtgzBmJ_BA/s72-c/boys+on+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188002869202876384.post-7732813171734715012</id><published>2008-03-29T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:19:21.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get clean'/><title type='text'>A little Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Well, here's what I use to clean my house (if you didn't read the previous post, go back and catch up...we'll wait).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd heard about these non-toxic products as I researched solutions for "O". Then a &lt;a href="http://summersbloggityblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;invited me to a "Get Clean" party where I met the sweetest lady (who happens to sell the Get Clean products). They offer a starter kit, where you get everything you need, plus a discount for ordering it all together. I simply didn't have the money to get it all at once, so I bought 2 basics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-q_yoo7WeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/k8TMS2e1lYw/s1600-h/basic+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182165197866621410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-q_yoo7WeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/k8TMS2e1lYw/s400/basic+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get Clean Basic H &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( I believe the "H" stands for Home). This product is concentrated. You dilute it with water, depending on the job you're doing: multi-purpose cleaner, windows &amp;amp; mirrors, or degreaser. It took the place of Windex, 409, Lysol counter cleaner, and other multi-purpose cleaners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-rAhYo7WfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tJmpBe8IyfE/s1600-h/spray+bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182166001025505778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-rAhYo7WfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tJmpBe8IyfE/s400/spray+bottles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I bought spray bottles at the dollar store to make my cleaners, but they didn't work too well, so I broke down and bought their spray bottles (only a $1.25 more anyway).&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-rAhYo7WfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tJmpBe8IyfE/s1600-h/spray+bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5jx4o7WjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NUGo0-L4jnc/s1600-h/laundry+detergent.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183189929818806834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5jx4o7WjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NUGo0-L4jnc/s400/laundry+detergent.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laundry detergent: also very concentrated. 1/4 a cup for a large load, less for smaller loads. It's working great so far. No perfumes, no dyes, just pure clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after I felt comfortable with these, I began replacing other chemicals in our home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5guIo7WhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/kdlrgqjH6yc/s1600-h/liquid+dish.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183186566859414034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5guIo7WhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/kdlrgqjH6yc/s400/liquid+dish.gif" width="54" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the liquid dish wash. You seriously only need two drops of this in a sink full of water. Amazingly concentrated! I'm still learning how little you actually need - I know I overuse it, it's just hard to break the habit. It should last close to a year. The cancer center in our town says the #1 household product the causes cancer is dish soap!!! What??? Crazy, I know. They say that traces of the soap remain on our plates, glasses, flatware, etc ... and overtime it builds up in our bodies, which interferes with our cells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5iwYo7WiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Xo8FHkagm8s/s1600-h/scour+off.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183188804537375266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-5iwYo7WiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Xo8FHkagm8s/s400/scour+off.gif" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;em&gt;Scour Off.&lt;/em&gt; This replaced my Soft Scrub. It's primarily made from ground up cherry pits, so it is a pretty pinkish-brown color. Smells so good you could eat it! This one I wasn't so sure would be to meet my standards, but I've been pleasantly surprised. I love it! I also tend to overuse this - just a dab with do ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find all of these products &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.com/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;I also use the Automatic Dishwasher Concentrate and a product called Basic G (G stands for Germicide). Once again SUPER CONCENTRATED! This bottle will literally last us for years. 2 Tbs in a spray bottle with water and you're ready to clean your bathroom counters, toilet, shower, and floors - especially great after we've had a run-in with the flu. Most disinfectants (Clorox, Lysol, etc..) are only germicides (dangerous ones at that), but Basic G also has cleaning properties, so you get two things done at once. And the great thing is you don't pass out after you open the bottle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love knowing "O" can kiss the glass storm door and not ingest harmful chemicals. I love that I can give the boys a bath without also bathing them in scrubbing Bubbles residue. And I love that "O" can eat food off the floor without a side of chlorine. No, I don't sell this stuff, nor do I get an benefit if you were to purchase anything, I just love it and wanted to share it with you! Actually there are &lt;a href="http://www.seventhgeneration.com/products"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;other companies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;who make non-toxic cleaners, I just really like this one. You can also &lt;a href="http://healthychild.org/resources/article/make_your_own_household_cleaners/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;make some of your own cleaners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthychild.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://healthychild.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has lots of great ideas for keeping your family safe and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Spring Cleaning!!!&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/8188002869202876384-7732813171734715012?l=ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7732813171734715012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8188002869202876384&amp;postID=7732813171734715012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7732813171734715012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8188002869202876384/posts/default/7732813171734715012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ournotsonormalnest.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-spring-cleaning.html' title='A little Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>girlie girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17304531797995824058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/SPpB1WaBdqI/AAAAAAAABJI/Kcq4Bg8UQT8/S220/onDavidsback.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lJFxgSe574/R-q_yoo7WeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/k8TMS2e1lYw/s72-c/basic+H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
