<?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-1248179224095332140</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:27:45.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the days...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-722843496990788623</id><published>2010-07-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:16:35.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't A Girl Have TWO Husbands????</title><content type='html'>I love them both....... who will she pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/TEYt3sd5bGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7Z1YNm7RyPQ/s1600/Roberto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/TEYt3sd5bGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7Z1YNm7RyPQ/s320/Roberto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/TEYuM8IJa2I/AAAAAAAAAag/RipZNElOy00/s1600/Chris.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/TEYuM8IJa2I/AAAAAAAAAag/RipZNElOy00/s320/Chris.png" /&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/1248179224095332140-722843496990788623?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/722843496990788623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=722843496990788623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/722843496990788623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/722843496990788623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-cant-girl-have-two-husbands.html' title='Why Can&apos;t A Girl Have TWO Husbands????'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/TEYt3sd5bGI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7Z1YNm7RyPQ/s72-c/Roberto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-265018357610482359</id><published>2010-05-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:50:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on balance</title><content type='html'>I think I have balance.&amp;nbsp; I think what I've been looking for, and getting frustrated because I don't have, is perfection.&amp;nbsp; Nobody in this life has perfection.&amp;nbsp; We're not supposed to.&amp;nbsp; We're supposed to learn and grow and work hard, and have joy and sorrow.&amp;nbsp; Learning, check.&amp;nbsp; Growing, check.&amp;nbsp; Working hard, check.&amp;nbsp; Joy, check.&amp;nbsp; Sorrow, check.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-265018357610482359?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/265018357610482359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=265018357610482359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/265018357610482359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/265018357610482359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-thoughts-on-balance.html' title='More thoughts on balance'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-3192641191405191711</id><published>2010-05-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:50:53.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with some balance...</title><content type='html'>I just finished posting this on my journal blog (YES - I finally did it)!&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;it is a post&amp;nbsp;free from lists of kids' milestones and hideously boring family details (mostly).&amp;nbsp; And it seemed more fitting to this blog, anyway, so I am reposting it here.&amp;nbsp; Forgive my rambling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was&amp;nbsp;relatively busy. Got up, exercised, took the girls to school, came home, wasted time playing games on phone, got breakfast for me &amp;amp; boys, played with boys, comforted sick Koley, took a shower,&amp;nbsp;Kole down for nap, Gramps over to watch boys, &amp;nbsp;lunch with mom, home to boys and homework (mine), girls came home, chased neighbor's dogs away, more homework, visit with Lisa :), girls went to sleep over with Aunt Jo Jo, as she is getting MARRIED next week!!!!, mad dash to the bank to pay mortgage, went to the grocery store with Jagger, Subway meatball subs on the way home for me and Shawn,&amp;nbsp;ate dinner while feeding Kole and Jag and putting groceries away.&amp;nbsp; Now, have just changed two diapers and am posting real quick before going up to finish putting groceries away and clean kitchen. Have done no laundry today so there is none to fold. Maybe I will start some just so I feel like am making progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying sooooo hard to find the balance in life, especially between work and home. Most of the time I feel stressed and overwhelmed, but part of me thinks that I create some of that all by myself. I am discovering that I am way more of a perfectionist than I had ever previously thought. I've never thought of myself as someone who is crazy-obsessive over the house looking perfect, kids looking perfect, etc. And it's not really that as much as I get so upset with myself if EVERYTHING isn't done EVERY DAY. It's hard for me to let things wait until tomorrow. I am a procrasinator by nature, so I think subconsciously I am so scared that if I don't do something TODAY, it will never get done because I will forget or just keep procrastinating. (Also am way too analytical). But with six people living in a 1500 square foot house, a smidge of procrastination leads to a veeeery messy home. Because not only is there just not a place for all our stuff, there is also nowhere to hide messes, big or small. It all boils down to wanting our home to be peaceful, a sanctuary for our family and a warm and inviting place for our guests. But lately home hasn't been a sanctuary for me. And it needs to be. It is mine, and however small, I love it because it is enough. Anyway, I am trying harder to make plans and stick to them, as far as when to do what (paperwork that I bring home, laundry, errands, etc.). I make lists and then try to let the list take the place of mentally trying to hold on to everything all at once. I am trying to be happy in the NOW, happy with what I DO, with what I HAVE, with what I ACCOMPLISH every day. I have the four BEST kids in the whole wide world - they are happy, self-confident, secure, and well-mannered. I have a husband who loves me. I am a hard worker, and I need to take pride in that instead of resenting it. All of that is just so much easier said than done. I am a work in progress, my friends. And most days I feel very inadequate to the task at hand. But I am a daughter of God, and by His saving grace can I only hope to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I titled this post the way I did because I DO feel like today had some balance. I got things done for home and for work. I had time to play with and take care of my kids. I had lunch with someone who I care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to finish the kitchen and RELAX. And not think about laundry or paperwork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-3192641191405191711?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/3192641191405191711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=3192641191405191711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3192641191405191711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3192641191405191711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-with-some-balance.html' title='A day with some balance...'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7127460599443906681</id><published>2010-05-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:08:40.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I can do!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know it's completely nothing to all you computer-savvy ladies out there, but I just learned how to make a custom header!!!&amp;nbsp; With text, that is.&amp;nbsp; Have no idea how to stick a picture in there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life for everyone?&amp;nbsp; If anyone's even reading this, anyway!&amp;nbsp; Nobody seems to be posting much lately, myself included!&amp;nbsp; Partly I am so busy, and partly I haven't had anything really interesting to post about.&amp;nbsp; Is everyone feeling that way? &amp;nbsp;It seems like some people can post about absolutely nothing, and it reads like a funny newspaper column.&amp;nbsp; I love reading those kinds of blogs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if I wasn't so tired, I would post about the upcoming School District #91 bond vote.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that post is yet to come.&amp;nbsp; If not, please vote.&amp;nbsp; But only if you're going to vote in favor.&amp;nbsp; You really won't notice the few extra dollars added on to your property tax each year, and our school district needs the funds.&amp;nbsp; Our kiddos need adequate buildings and equipment through which to receive a quality education.&amp;nbsp; Look for a flier or go online to find out what the details are.&amp;nbsp; And vote yes on May 18th!!!&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://www.ifschools.org/"&gt;http://www.ifschools.org/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7127460599443906681?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7127460599443906681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7127460599443906681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7127460599443906681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7127460599443906681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-what-i-can-do.html' title='Look what I can do!!!'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-485957153036550700</id><published>2010-02-22T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:19:06.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Request</title><content type='html'>So...I just finished reading a very good and veeeeeery scary book.  Although I am admittedly easily spooked (had to sleep with the TV on after watching I Am Legend and dreamed about man-eating vampire dogs for weeks), the book &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; described in this way, "...whole chapters suffused with a quiet, implacable dread."  Yep, DREAD, my friends.  I will probably have to sleep with the TV on again tonight.  Oh, have I not mentioned the title yet?  It is &lt;em&gt;The Historian&lt;/em&gt;, by Elizabeth Kostova.  A benign enough title, to be sure, but don't mistake a boring title for a boring book! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we come to the request portion of this post.  Will somebody please, please, please read this book so I have someone to talk to about it?!  If I talk about it, it will become less dreadfully scary.  Plus, it is truly a really good, well-written book.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although at the moment, I'm wishing I hadn't read it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, "real-life" friend, or online friend, would someone PLEASE read this book and talk to me about it?!  Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  This is one that I would GLADLY loan out, if you're brave enough to heed my request!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-485957153036550700?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/485957153036550700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=485957153036550700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/485957153036550700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/485957153036550700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/02/request.html' title='A Request'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7661623826735120192</id><published>2010-01-28T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:28:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credit where credit is due - I am stealing this idea from my friend &lt;a href="http://wifeyplus5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things make me blissfully happy (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet days or nights at home, especially when the house is clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, when I have lots of time, and am adequately prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a really good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clothes, shoes, jackets, coats, bags, and earrings, even better if said items have come to me via sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time with Shawn, no kids, no dirty house, no waiting chores.  Date night or not, those times seem pretty few and far between lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date night with my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the lake (in the summertime; not such a big fan of ice fishing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids getting along and loving each other when they don't think I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7661623826735120192?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7661623826735120192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7661623826735120192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7661623826735120192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7661623826735120192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/01/bliss-list.html' title='Bliss List'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7654312575656519076</id><published>2010-01-23T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:07:50.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have so much...</title><content type='html'>I came down here all fired up to write a scathing and very whiney post about how crappy it is that I have to/choose to work.  Because it is Saturday night, I just finished scrubbing dishes, there are 5+ loads of laundry waiting to be folded, and I am about to start trying to catch up on a mountain of paperwork (job-related, not family-related).  And that is NOT what I want to do.  I  WANT to eat stove-popped popcorn, drink green tea, and watch a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized, it is Saturday night, and somewhere in this world,  somewhere in this town, people are cold.  And hungry.  And children are scared.  Somewhere in this world, people live in houses made of dirt and could live for a week on the amount of leftovers I just threw out.  Somewhere in this world, women are desperate for the freedoms I take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, in my home, in my Saturday night, my kids have full tummies and warm beds.  They have a mommy and a daddy who love them more than our own lives.  We have a home that suits our needs and live in a country where we are afforded countless personal freedoms.  We are blessed and I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7654312575656519076?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7654312575656519076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7654312575656519076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7654312575656519076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7654312575656519076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-have-so-much.html' title='We have so much...'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-1811875303732259375</id><published>2010-01-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:34:22.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions (cringe)</title><content type='html'>I don't usually make New Year's Resolutions. I kind of feel like I hold myself to unreasonably high standards anyway, so a New Year's Resolution is just one more thing to pressure myself with. However, there are many areas of my life that are pretty messy as of late, so in an effort to tidy them up a bit, I have made just three little resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Exercise daily: not to lose weight specifically, but to feel good and be healthy and happy; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Serve dinner at 5:00 every night: so that my kiddos can have some down time and more family time after dinner/clean-up; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be early for church: so that my kids and I can be settled and peaceful at the beginning, and so that I can fullfil my church responsibilities adequately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other ideas floating around the back of my head in case I'm awesome and surpass these resolutions in a few months (ha!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Build yoga into my daily routine: I love yoga, it is centering and peaceful. It makes me stand tall and feel beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Become one of those people who is financially savvy: currently, not so much. I could write volumes on this topic, but will leave it at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Choose wardrobe pieces wisely: things that are classic, beautiful, flattering, and me. I do okay with this, but I end up buying a few things each season that I don't need and never wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Decorate my house: it's just never been a priority, and I'm not really sure what my home style is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Journal: despite several attempts, I have never been successful at keeping a journal. And this kind of blog really doesn't count. I always go back and forth between what I think a journal should be, an archive of family events or an honest account of emotional journeys. Probably two separate volumes would be required. Whew, that makes me tired just thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I really love clothes (refer to future resolutions section above), but my style is pretty basic. I like classic pieces with simple details, nothing too trendy. So today, I picked up a &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;Boden&lt;/a&gt; catalog that had been sitting on my counter for days. I have received this catalog before, but never even gave it a look. For Shame! So lovely! Here's just a sample of the awesomeness that is Boden: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426834088545089842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/S0_82da1-TI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1DF-YNSfnIw/s320/boden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426834459539831650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/S0_9MDe4e2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9maNp4hlPak/s320/boden2.jpg" /&gt;I am saving my pennies and can't wait to indulge in a few choice pieces this spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-1811875303732259375?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1811875303732259375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=1811875303732259375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1811875303732259375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1811875303732259375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-cringe.html' title='Resolutions (cringe)'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/S0_82da1-TI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/1DF-YNSfnIw/s72-c/boden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8582955007280518489</id><published>2009-12-20T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:11:48.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of randomness</title><content type='html'>I just uploaded (is that the right term?) some pics from my camera - 59 to be exact, and exactly 37 of them are worthless. That's what happens when mommy does not monitor the children's use of the camera, and the children use the camera liberally! On Saturday, the girls had their last bball game of this season (more on that later). Well, Jagger and his little friend got a hold of the camera and proceeded to take pictures of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- each other, the court, the kids, the floor, fuzz from their hands being to close to the lense. Emma must have also had her fun with it, because I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; self-portraits, which are no big surprise, her favorite! Then back to Jagger this afternoon, the result of which included about 8 shots of Shawn on the couch, one very close close-up of a football, and either the couch cushion or the carpet; along with many many "thumb blocking half the shot" shots. Hee, hee, hee. I probably should set more defined boundaries on camera use, but that's one where I go back and forth between thinking it's okay for them to use it, and then thinking it makes me really irritated when they use it. I suppose that's one of those things that falls under the category of "Is it eternal?" Thanks to my wise friend Robyn for that little barometer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my best attempt at capturing the peace and loveliness of my sweet little Christmas tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8XGj4t60I/AAAAAAAAAXw/czDV6-oyzcs/s1600-h/HPIM2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417574278229781314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8XGj4t60I/AAAAAAAAAXw/czDV6-oyzcs/s320/HPIM2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen enough beautiful pictures of sweet home Christmas trees lately to know that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is not one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; How is this accomplished? I even fiddled around with the settings on my camera, and still couldn't make it look pretty. Come on, I know I have some photography-lovin' friends out there - help!!                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how about this one - is it New Year's card worthy? (Best of intentions indicate that I actually WILL get cards sent out this year, if not a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wee bit late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417581107299809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8dUEJ4-DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KuiWVb3BWQA/s320/HPIM2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I actually think this one is cuter, but I don't know, do people want to see the kids being wiggly and trying to run away - what do you think?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417582130220360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8ePm1J4nI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iruoMMX3sPg/s320/HPIM2971.JPG" border="0" /&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;I have done so crappy with posting my blessings (52 Blessings project), but tonight I am thankful for a warm, safe home, and boys who love their momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417582481878151234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8ekE258EI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OeEwNUvWi-w/s320/HPIM2991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas, friends. I hope this blessed week brings you peace and joy. &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/1248179224095332140-8582955007280518489?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8582955007280518489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8582955007280518489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8582955007280518489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8582955007280518489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/12/bit-of-randomness.html' title='A bit of randomness'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8XGj4t60I/AAAAAAAAAXw/czDV6-oyzcs/s72-c/HPIM2943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8961934614045637158</id><published>2009-12-06T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:16:25.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so good</title><content type='html'>We're off to a good December in the Williams household. Well, I guess I'd better go back to November, with Shawn, Bella, and Kole all celebrating birthdays. It was the usual merriment, EXCEPT, never have I seen a one-year-old enjoy his cake like my little Kole. The pictures just do not do justice to how delighted he was with his 1st Birthday cupcake! He really dug in, and kept digging and digging and digging. I had to pry the paper out of his hands, then hurry and give him another. By cupcake #3 I figured I had better cut him off for his own good - off to the bathtub! It was a fun night and a joy to watch my baby having so much fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412376817064335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SxygCgOt2CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pWq0MEZRay8/s320/HPIM2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412376239304284034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sxyfg35_F4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/u0yqony67Zs/s320/HPIM2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, the girls and I went to The Nutcracker, at the Colonial Arts Theatre downtown. I love that theatre, its so old and pretty. Bella had performed in The Nutcracker before, but she isn't dancing this year, so I thought it would be fun to go and actually get to watch. The dancers, both local and professional, were beautiful, and I love the story. Time spent with just my girls is precious to me, and this was a perfect night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412378747413893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sxyhy3V6kBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FCkMpuIMrEc/s320/HPIM2915.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was the whole group of us, except me:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412379587576206466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SxyijxMOFII/AAAAAAAAAWw/MtosGro41_8/s320/HPIM2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also this weekend, the girls performed in their very first piano recital. They practiced and practiced, and I have to say, it paid off! I was a litte worried when we first started talking recital, but my worries were unneccessary (aren't they usually)! They each performed their song PERFECTLY! Seriously, no mistakes! A proud moment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380410555537330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SxyjTrByF7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hmUqnCoc_kc/s320/HPIM2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past several years have found me not only dreading the onset of the Christmas season, but drudging along through it with less than gleeful enthusiasm. I hate all the commercialism, the pressure, the stress I put myself through to have a perpetually clean house (because all those decorations in a messy house...please)! Plus, I always end up doing my shopping at the last minute, agonizing over what to get everyone. This year, I decided NO MORE! First of all, the house is going to be messy. If I'm lucky, once a day, after dinner dishes are done, laundry and toys are put away, and kids are ready for bed, it will be clean and I can enjoy it. That will have to be enough. I have finished most of my shopping already because I made lists and went out on Black Friday to get most of it (no, I did not get ANY great deals because I am not CRAZY and did not go out at 4am to wait in line or spend my Thanksgiving day in a tent outside of Target). The rest I have ordered online or will be exchanging/purchasing this Thursday during my annual birthday dinner/Christmas shopping night with friends Jo and Hil (Jolene's birthday, not mine). AND, it's a simple Christmas at my house this year. I have made sure the distribution of wealth, so to speak, is equitable, of course, but I have NOT stressed over each kid getting the EXACT SAME number of gifts, or spending the exact same amount on each. I finally figured it out - THEY DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH STUFF COSTS! And I think they will be really happy, they are each getting what they want, but not so much of it that they will be overwhelmed. And Shawn - one thing! No stress, no trying to find the PERFECT THING for each person. Why now, you ask, why the turnaround? I don't know. I think it is part of a bigger effort I am making to be nicer to myself, to do my best, as always, but to let it be enough. To try to build some healthier habbits back into my hectic life. It seems to be working, though. I have read to my kids more in the last week than I have in a long time. We will be making and distributing neighbor gifts this year for the first time in a long time (hopefully). And I am not hating the Christmas season. So far, so good. &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/1248179224095332140-8961934614045637158?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8961934614045637158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8961934614045637158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8961934614045637158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8961934614045637158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far, so good'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SxygCgOt2CI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pWq0MEZRay8/s72-c/HPIM2884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-636551576914644705</id><published>2009-11-14T15:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:14:24.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this mean I've finally found the balance I've been searching for?</title><content type='html'>Probably not, but it does feel good to be back on the blog again. I actually should be writing annual reviews right now, but, here we are. As usual, sacraficing one thing for another. But...this was not meant to be a verbal purging of all my frustrations. Just a "hello, blog, haven't seen you in a while," kind of thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Bella's 7th birthday last night. At home, just a very small family gathering. It was so nice to have just as many people as would fit around the kitchen table. No noise, no crowding, no screaming, no mommy trying to be the perfect hostess. We made homemade pizza and pasta, and a very humble homemade cake. Nothing like &lt;a href="http://violetscustomcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend Annette's beautiful cakes&lt;/a&gt;, but it was what I could do. (If you visit her blog, the little "smash" cake was served to Bella at a family party a few weeks ago). You want to know something hilarious? While at the store, I bought what I thought were four small tubes of icing (Bella wanted to help decorate). Turns out they were really gel food coloring, to be used to COLOR your own icing. Hee, hee, hee. As I was writing "Happy Birthday" on her cake, I wondered why the icing was coming out so dark. I still didn't realize what had happened until later, when I went to put the box away and was reading to see if I needed to refridgerate. I guess I need to pay more attention to what I am buying - I just thought I was getting a good deal! (We like good deals, huh, Jolene!?) :) I love that Bella is so easy going and easy to please, later on she told me that this was her best birthday ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404115567292845650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sv9GeemmDlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kkzE35Tx1Go/s320/IMG00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this post will be the first of many new posts to come. I have missed blogging. I have missed doing home things. I know I was only home for a year, but this going back to work thing is for the birds! I didn't realize how much my perspective had changed over this past year, how much my daily habits had changed! I have so many little projects and ideas waiting, how do other moms do it? I know I'm not the only working mom out there. Is there some secret that I'm not aware of, like a really cheap cleaning service or something? Or do I just need to give up more than I had anticipated? I knew &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; would have to give, but, really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything?&lt;/span&gt; Really? I wasn't ready to give away all the fun stuff! Here's hoping that BALANCE will find me soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-636551576914644705?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/636551576914644705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=636551576914644705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/636551576914644705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/636551576914644705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-this-mean-ive-finally-found.html' title='Does this mean I&apos;ve finally found the balance I&apos;ve been searching for?'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sv9GeemmDlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kkzE35Tx1Go/s72-c/IMG00124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6897450207665424608</id><published>2009-09-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:57:09.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I have been completely avoiding my blog lately because I am dreading the "what we did all summer" post - all those pics to download! I am also shamefully behind on counting my blessings! These posts will come, but not tonight, I am tired.  (I also have several recipes and ideas to post on my food blog.  Aargh, something may have to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week marks my return to the working world, and the return of my juggling act between mommy and career gal. I have to say, it has been fraught with mixed emotions. I cried on my way to work yesterday. I put on a good face, but struggled at work a bit, because I hate learning new things. Especially when, really, I know WHAT to do, it's just figuring out HOW this particular agency does it. Also, the way private agencies are run is very different from school districts. In some ways better, in some ways not as good, but mostly just different. Then I came home later than expected, and it was somewhat of a challenge to fit in dinner and family time before bedtime. But we did it with minimal chaos. Then today was better. I just about skipped out to my car at the end of the day, feeling like I'm getting my feet under me and maybe the balance is possible. Also I had an experience at work that validated the fact that I actually do know what I'm doing. Shawn has been so great. Both days, he had all the housework done (working off of a modified list of what I usually do, of course), and dinner just about ready. Which is actually more than I can say for myself sometimes. I'm so sad that I'm leaving my home and my sweet boys two and a half days a week to go to work, but I appreciate that I am able to do something I enjoy and contribute to the family economy. Happy that that side of my personality is being challenged and fulfilled. Also so grateful that I went to college! My degree makes it possible for me to have a great job with really flexible hours that allows me to work part time and still make decent money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reflecting lately on all the changes our little family has experienced over the past year. They are many: In September of last year, I was pregnant, had quit my job, and began babysitting out of my home. Construction slowed waaaaaaay down, and Shawn got a new job. Not just any job, but one as a police officer, for which he had no prior experience or training. We welcomed sweet baby Kole into the world in November, at 2-something in the afternoon after Shawn had worked a night shift the night before. He took a whole 1 day off after Kole was born, so it was pretty much, here we go with regular life. (I know it's just like that anyway for a lot of moms, but I normally require a little taking care of after giving birth!) Shawn left for POST in January and lived in a teeny tiny room with a teeny tiny twin bed in Boise for 10 weeks, eating sleeping and dreaming law enforcement. Life was much improved for all of us when he came home! Spring came, school let out, and babysitting was over. I didn't do well with that, mainly because I had so many part timers coming and going, I felt like I was running to the bus stop all day long and couldn't get anything done! (I'm not a very good multi-tasker.) And since it was never in the plans for me not to have any income at all, we started talking about what I would do the next school year. Discussions were had, decisions were made, and here we are. Whew! Maybe now we can settle in a bit. Hopefully the balance I've always sought will grace me with lasting presence. Shawn and I had a little friendly visit last night about sharing roles ~ it opened my eyes to some things, and maybe his, too. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Apparently I had more to get off my chest than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-6897450207665424608?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6897450207665424608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6897450207665424608' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6897450207665424608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6897450207665424608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6894053723991106648</id><published>2009-08-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:42:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52 Blessings ~ Week #29 (Almost a week late!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Boy, things in the Williams household have been busy these last two weeks! Both of my bros. were here visiting, one with a new baby! We had birthday celebrations, barbeques, days on the lake, and lots of fun together time. That all led to loads and loads of undone laundry at my house, but I digress! Here are this week's blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ~ Baby Gavin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gav is my little brother's new baby. He is also my very first blood-related nephew (Bri and Jo's first baby). I didn't think that would really hit me the way it did, but it did! I love all of my nieces and nephews on Shawn's side of the family with all my heart, but there is something really special about my little bro having his own baby. And let me tell ya, he is a DOLL! So snuggly and happy. Gavin is really good natured, too. He took to all the new family and friends with ease and grace - not all babies can do that. Brian and Jo are really good parents, and that's neat to watch. Until now, I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDlMrKY3BI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dMVyb5adW8M/s1600-h/HPIM2519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368542761733118994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDlMrKY3BI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dMVyb5adW8M/s320/HPIM2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have been the sole provider of grandchilren for my parents, a torch that I am MORE THAN HAPPY to pass on! Love you, Gavin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDlvm3H2fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yVQo75isy98/s1600-h/HPIM2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368543361873992178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDlvm3H2fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yVQo75isy98/s320/HPIM2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;2~ Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE SUSHI! It seems like the more I get it, the more I want it! When Shawn and I were in Utah last week, we ate at an all-you-can-eat sushi place, &lt;a href="http://www.simplysushi.us/"&gt;Simply Sushi&lt;/a&gt;, and it was sooooo yummy. The sushi was actually pretty good quality, it tasted fresh and wasn't overly fishy. I mean, it's fish, so it's a little fishy. We went with some old friends that live down there, and between the four of us, we ate probably 15 rolls, in addition to some hand rolls, appetizers, nigiri, and soup. It was a little bit wrong (should you really eat all you can eat of sushi - isn't it something to be savored, not devoured?), and we felt soooooo full afterward, but it was fun. I kept saying I felt like I was in one of those hot dog eating contests, hee hee hee! Ever since then, I have been wishing we had a good all you can eat sushi place around here! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368546439490438082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDoiv4EA8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/w8cYRcfIic4/s320/sushi-mori1.jpg" border="0" /&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/1248179224095332140-6894053723991106648?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6894053723991106648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6894053723991106648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6894053723991106648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6894053723991106648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/08/52-blessings-week-29-almost-week-late.html' title='52 Blessings ~ Week #29 (Almost a week late!)'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SoDlMrKY3BI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dMVyb5adW8M/s72-c/HPIM2519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7614183590255606984</id><published>2009-07-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:15:39.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52 Blessings ~ Week #27</title><content type='html'>1 ~ Knowledge. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More specifically, spiritual knowledge. Knowledge of our divine purpose and worth. Here's the explanation: Bella was having a rough little moment this afternoon. She was wearing a pair of Kole's little pants around as shorts (she was so cute!), and I was lovingly teasing her about being so skinny. She took it wrong, and that sent her into this moment of comparing herself to her sister and feeling bad about her body. I made the mistake then of telling her that she was just absolutely beautiful and perfect. Well, she didn't take that well. So I revamped and said something about how nobody on this earth is perfect and that that's why we're here. We're here to be challenged and learn lessons, etc. We discussed how the Lord created each of us unique, and that no two people on this earth are exactly the same, even twins. Now, we've talked before about our bodies being gifts, and the body is a temple, etc. But, here came this moment of inspiration. I said to her: "Bella, your body is a gift, but it also has a special job. It's a home for your little spirit that lives inside. (Her eyes lit up at that point). Our Father in Heaven did not give us our bodies to look pretty or to be just like someone else's. He gave us our bodies to house our spirits, to move and play and run and jump." We went on to talk about how well her body accomplishes these tasks, and that it really does work quite well for her. There were tears in my eyes at this point, because I was so thankful for the comfort I was able to give my daughter, and for the peace that this conversation brought me, a reminder to myself of all those things. (With more than a few extra pounds the last two babies have left me with, sometimes it's easy to not appreciate my own body for it's true worth and purpose). I am thankful for my body, and more importantly, thankful that I am a daughter of God, and for the peace that knowledge brings me. I am thankful that I can help to instill that same peaceful knowledge in my two beautiful daughters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ~ Fun and Functional Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, frivolous, right. But clothes are somewhat of a hobby for me, and I actually think they are a way of expressing one's individuality. It probably comes from wearing a uniform to school almost my whole life. Anyway, this week, 3 lovely little pieces have come into my life. First, this cutie pie was gifted to me by a dear friend: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487269804810242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SnJ8v-bSIAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UgTa9kC1AAM/s320/HPIM2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's an apron, in case you can't tell.  I would have modeled it, but no one else is awake to take my picture.  :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, many of you know the talented Tanya, but for those who don't, see her homemade bags and aprons at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5646528"&gt;Luscious Lemon on Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.   I love to cook, and the pattern reminds me of a dress I had when I was somewhere near 4 years old. Every time I wear it (which has been and will be often), I feel happy, sort of Donna Reed-ish, and will think of this lovely friend. By the way, Donna Reed is my way of describing that happy, content, accomplished homemaker feeling I get when I feel like I've done a good job at some domestic duty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, (the same day!), this tankini and board short arrived in the mail (because I paid way too much to have it shipped overnight from &lt;a href="http://athleta.gap.com/"&gt;Athleta&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SnJ5jzq8U_I/AAAAAAAAATw/lYYUZF61bt0/s1600-h/tankini+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364483762224387058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SnJ5jzq8U_I/AAAAAAAAATw/lYYUZF61bt0/s320/tankini+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364484123542186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SnJ541r0abI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ODsCumXQ2Mw/s320/board+shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've been going boating with my aunt and uncle at Blacktail lately, and I decided I needed a swimsuit that wouldn't fall off of me in the water, and would look cute, age-appropriate, modest, and flattering (I know, swimwear does not perform miracles). It would also need to hold "the girls" in place. Imagine my delight when this arrived on Monday, not 15 minutes before we were to leave for another afternoon on the lake. And then to have it fit right and meet my criteria! Bonus, the top was on sale, and both pieces are of excellent quality! I will never buy another swimsuit anywhere else. &lt;a href="http://athleta.gap.com/"&gt;Athleta&lt;/a&gt; rocks!&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/1248179224095332140-7614183590255606984?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7614183590255606984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7614183590255606984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7614183590255606984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7614183590255606984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/07/52-blessings-week-27.html' title='52 Blessings ~ Week #27'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SnJ8v-bSIAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UgTa9kC1AAM/s72-c/HPIM2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-4738846357858330097</id><published>2009-07-22T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:42:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>A lot of times I blog about negative things. Things that irritate me, days that I feel like screaming or drowning myself, or important decisions that need to be made or have been made. Not because I am an inherently grouchy person, but because writing helps me work things out! But, I often THINK about things I am grateful for. I just don't often write about them because they give me peace, not that desperate crazy helpless feeling I get from those argh! moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Ashley does this 52 Blessings thing on her blog. Basically, once a week (for a year, hence the 52), you post about something you are thankful for. Here's a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/447066@N23/"&gt;52 Blessings Project&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr. I noticed on her blog that last week was week #26, and I thought that sounded like a good time to start counting my blessings! Since we are officially halfway through the year, I plan to start posting my blessings from now on, 2 a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52 Blessings ~ Week #27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My Children ~ I am not a woman of great patience, so there are many times when I am NOT thankful for my children's BEHAVIOR. But, I am always thankful for these 4 little people who grace me with their presence in my life every day! I am grateful for their companionship, their unconditional love, their creativity, their compassion, their energy, and their patience! I am grateful that they seem to find the fun in everything that they do. I am grateful that they are smart, healthy, happy, and filled with love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361370032292656226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Smdpo3w6dGI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Cz1rIMhWYU/s320/HPIM2378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Backyard ~ It is big and somewhat plain, and I love it! It has plenty of room for the trampoline, kiddy pool, sprinklers, and whatever other adventures the kids dream up. Today they are running a stuffed animal hospital out of a princess tent in a little corner of shade. So fun! My favorite time is when the grass is freshly cut and the garden freshly weeded, like it is today (thanks to Shawn, sorry for the sore back)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361371725825331234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SmdrLcqkUCI/AAAAAAAAATg/0-iEJzrcjlo/s320/HPIM2386.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/1248179224095332140-4738846357858330097?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/4738846357858330097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=4738846357858330097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4738846357858330097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4738846357858330097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/07/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Smdpo3w6dGI/AAAAAAAAATY/8Cz1rIMhWYU/s72-c/HPIM2378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8769417718839730062</id><published>2009-07-17T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:18:48.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....</title><content type='html'>I think my mid-summer melancholy has set in.  It's not really a bad thing, just a thing.  Baseball is almost over, and we seem to have settled in to our lazy mornings, long evenings routine.  I always feel sort of quiet and peaceful this time of year.  It's a happy melancholy.  Time could freeze right now and I would be completely fine and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it looks like I will be going back to work part-time in the fall.  It's a good thing because that extra income will provide a much-needed financial cushion.  I've never been very good at holding tight the pursestrings, and even though Shawn would never admit it, neither is he.  So the cushion will be nice.  I'll be doing something I love - either teaching or helping to coordinate developmental therapy programs for preschoolers (not sure yet whether I will go back to the school district, or work for a private agency, some decisions might be headed my way).  In some ways I'm looking forward to it, and in other ways I'm sad.  The boys won't have to go to daycare (which is the only way I would do this!), as Shawn can be home with them for a couple of days a week.  I just hope that enough things have changed in our family over the past year that it won't be crazy stressful for me like it was before.   I have become so accustomed to the peace I have cultivated as a stay-at-home mom.   On a side note, I always wondered if I had fewer challenges with my children when I was working because the Lord knew that I could only handle so much.  The answer to that is yes!  My children have been much more challenging since I quit working last summer!  Maybe they will become angels again if I go back to work. :)  It's a big decision, and I wish that we had unlimited resources (read: lots of money!) so that I didn't have this choice to make!  And yet, I've always sort of felt that a big part of my life's challenges would be to balance home and career.  Oh, but that's another topic for another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever been to the farmer's market here in town?  I've never been, but the kids and I wanted to check it out in the morning.  Should be a fun day in the sun, anyway.  Enjoy your beautiful warm weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-8769417718839730062?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8769417718839730062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8769417718839730062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8769417718839730062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8769417718839730062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm....'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8729457118030315820</id><published>2009-06-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:35:13.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, Rob is a Yankees fan....sigh....swoon.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Skfv-KRMhVI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cqi8lIsbCZs/s1600-h/Rob+yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352510533340530002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Skfv-KRMhVI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cqi8lIsbCZs/s320/Rob+yankees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're welcome.&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/1248179224095332140-8729457118030315820?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8729457118030315820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8729457118030315820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8729457118030315820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8729457118030315820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/06/yep-rob-is-yankees-fansighswoon.html' title='Yep, Rob is a Yankees fan....sigh....swoon.....'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Skfv-KRMhVI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cqi8lIsbCZs/s72-c/Rob+yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-3228447975035460423</id><published>2009-06-09T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:14:52.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Friends, and Fun</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog! Yay! CLICK to go to my new &lt;a href="http://andiskitchentable.blogspot.com/"&gt;FOOD BLOG &lt;/a&gt;- you'll love it! Come and join the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-3228447975035460423?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/3228447975035460423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=3228447975035460423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3228447975035460423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3228447975035460423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-friends-and-fun.html' title='Food, Friends, and Fun'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5704342266241614286</id><published>2009-05-26T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:09:19.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Hair, Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Well, let me just say, I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF! I have not one single creative bone in my body, and I am usually very much not good at this kind of stuff, but still, I managed to do THIS to Bella's hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340214068208527602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxAZsAc6PI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ffZbbNWLgHc/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, I just reread that and does it sound like I came up with this do all by myself? Well, I did not. I found this blog, &lt;a href="http://hair4myprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Story of a Princess and Her Hair&lt;/a&gt;. It's awesome, she posts frequently with pics and step-by-step easy instructions. So fun! I know there are lots of hair style blogs out there, this one is really good for little girls, and pretty girly-girl styles, at that. Anyone have one for older, less frilly girls (Emma)? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn didn't have to work yesterday, and actually turned down a fishing invite from my dad to spend time with the fam. Once I recovered from my heart attack, I decided we'd better do something fun or else this would never happen again! But, since we had little time to plan and even less money to spend, we decided to take a drive and a picnic up to Mesa Falls. Our picnic turned into Jack-In-The-Box in the car on the way up, but oh well. Gary and Amber and fam went with us. We went to upper Mesa first, walked around, tried to keep toddlers from going into the falls, and let the older girls loose with the cameras. They have an old inn that has been turned into a museum of sorts/ gift shop. It's pretty cool. They had a cast of a grizzly bear print - man, those things are huge! We stopped at Warm River to play in the water and watch some enormous fish jump for their food. That was definitely the highlight for Shawn and Gar. The kids too, I think they mostly just loved being in the water again after a long winter! It was so warm, and I had insisted that my kids wear jeans, because it was forcasted to be a cooler day, and I figured up there would be ever cooler. Actually, the jeans were somewhat of a punishment for the girls, who had spent the better part of the morning arguing with each other, arguing with me over wardrobe options, and avoiding doing their chores. Argh! Anyway, on the way back, instead of taking the main road, we followed the river pretty much the whole way home. It took about twice as long, but it was fun. (You can take the fisherman out of the river, but you can't take the river out of the fisherman!) We even caught a stonefly and held it captive in a Jack cup. But it escaped. I expect to find it wandering around the van, half-dead, any day now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340223350107249746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxI19xjnFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/c8GsofpMESE/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340223879983154034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxJUzt0Q3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/83EDe_5qmJ0/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340224678554192194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxKDSn_SUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zIT70UAYjBs/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225879698483810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxLJNPGqmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eQm0-xzIR3g/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are just a few of my faves - I put more on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-5704342266241614286?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5704342266241614286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5704342266241614286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5704342266241614286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5704342266241614286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/05/princess-hair-memorial-day.html' title='Princess Hair, Memorial Day'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/ShxAZsAc6PI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ffZbbNWLgHc/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-314961506040013422</id><published>2009-05-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:26:37.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>I know I'm always gushing about the cute things my kids say, but hopefully someday this blog will be used for archival purposes, so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Bella eating an apple, kissing on Kole; me hanging and folding MOUNDS of clean laundry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: ".... 5 plus 5 is 10.... with the wonder hanger...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "what?"&lt;br /&gt;Bella: "Oh, nothing......Mom, you know how your closet is always all smudged up and you're always pulling out wrinkled clothes?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Bella: "Well, there's this thing called the Wonder Hanger.  It has this hook, and there's FIVE hangers on it.  And, if you call within the next five minutes, they'll send you ANOTHER Wonder Hanger.  That's 10 hangers.  AND, they'll send you ANOTHER ONE if you call right this minute.  That's FIFTY hangers!  Wait, 5 plus 5 is 10, and......."  (wanders off chomping on apple.)  I didn't bother to correct her erroneous math calculations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the TV hasn't been on all day!  I don't know why I'm so taken with my daughter's weird talent for remembering and repeating infomercials, but I am!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-314961506040013422?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/314961506040013422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=314961506040013422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/314961506040013422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/314961506040013422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='I couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-604274050054611410</id><published>2009-05-18T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:23:19.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, old friend</title><content type='html'>Isn't the weather just wonderful today? I feel settled today, as though all is right with the world. I feel not as though winter has been upon us and is now gone, but as though &lt;em&gt;I've&lt;/em&gt; been somewhere else, and have now returned to &lt;em&gt;summer&lt;/em&gt;, and it has welcomed me home with open, forgiving arms. I love summer, I love everything about summer. Especially the &lt;em&gt;beginning&lt;/em&gt; of summer. From breakfasts enjoyed outside, to bare feet, to swimming and playing in the sprinklers. Newly awakened plants, fresh cut flowers, and of course, my new love, the GARDEN! From barbeques to sidewalk chalk, summer is where I belong. I feel so ME in the summertime. That's probably because I grew up in Southern California, where it is summer-like most of the time. It's funny, I have now lived nearly half my life in Idaho, but it still feels new in some ways. I wonder if I will still feel that way when I'm 80? I wonder if the place where you grow up has such a profound impact upon your life that it shapes your thinking and your attitudes forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny disclaimer: I'm sure that three or four months' time will find me posting a similarly gushy ode to fall. I do love fall. I love it because it is a change. Summer is my love, fall is my crush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-604274050054611410?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/604274050054611410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=604274050054611410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/604274050054611410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/604274050054611410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-home-old-friend.html' title='Welcome home, old friend'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-2226102496760927341</id><published>2009-05-13T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:11:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shenanigans and other such tomfoolery</title><content type='html'>So, my dear little Bella has many wonderful qualities, however, efficiency is not one of them.  Unfortunately, she inherited my sense of punctuality, which means she runs about 15 minutes behind on everything.  And that's with my constant prodding.  If left to her own devices, nothing would EVER get done!  So, why was I not surprised when she got completely ready for school today all by herself?  I mean, hair done, dressed, socks, shoes, backpack, waiting downstairs for my okay to run to the bus stop.  (I am assuming her teeth were not brushed, though, because usually that requires a breath check.  I know that's gross, and moms with only one or two kids are probably gagging right now, like I would have been a few years back.  Trust me, you'll get here!)  Anyway, she had also informed me that she did NOT want me to walk her to the bus stop, and she did NOT want a kiss.  Now, all of this was happening as I was doing the dishes and absently visiting with Jagger about something.  I know she had me approve her hair do, but hindsight tells me that she was hiding her body behind the kitchen wall as I was checking her hair.  So, promptly at 11:11, so she has exactly enough time to skip off to meet the bus without having to wait (read: without a minute to spare for last minute wardrobe substitutions), I came downstairs to send her out the door and watch her walk to the bus.  SHOCK! SURPRISE! DISMAY! HILARITY!  I wish I had had the time and a working camera to take a picture of my sneaky little girl's outfit, but try to picture this:  1. Cherry red Gap Product Red t-shirt that says something like Ado(red) in cutesy baby pink lettering  2.Fuchsia pink skirt  3. multi-colored striped leggings 4. no socks 5. brown suede loafers 6. deep turquoise hoodie with soft laura-ashley inspired print in hood and on front applique.  7.  bright turquoise Scott Foresman tote bag that came with last year's reading curriculum.  ..........   If I hadn't been laughing so hard, I probably would have been mad.   Bella frequently comes up with funky outfits that she thinks are stylish, but most of the time she ends up looking like a polygamist's daughter.  I ALWAYS let her wear her creations around the house, and I NEVER let her go out in public looking ridiculous.  Well, my friends, today is the exception!  I wish I could be a fly on the wall in her classroom when her teacher sees her - she'll think I've flipped my lid.  Or, maybe she'll think I'm out of town and dad was in charge of dressing the children.  I swear, not even Shawn would have allowed this one!&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came in the house to discover Jagger crouched on TOP of the kitchen counter like a little frog (sans shirt due to a syrup incident from breakfast), poised and ready to knock several clean pans and glass bakeware off of the counter to their death on the tile floor.  Whew, caught just in the nick of time!  But, the cat-that-got-the-canary grin on his face, and his so-proud-of-himself laugh were priceless!&lt;br /&gt;No sneakiness to report from Emma, she's much more of a serious gal.  But, she has been writing stories lately.  It's so fun to see the inner workings of her mind.  She's so much like me in that way - very grounded in reality, likes to build on what she knows.  And talk about stream of consciousness!  One thing flows right into another, but I can tell that to her, at the time, it made sense.  I hope she keeps it up - maybe she'll turn into a better journal writer than her mama, and hopefully use that talent to help her sort out all the adolescent girl drama that is to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-2226102496760927341?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/2226102496760927341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=2226102496760927341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/2226102496760927341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/2226102496760927341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/05/shenanigans-and-other-such-tomfoolery.html' title='Shenanigans and other such tomfoolery'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6610899987629238036</id><published>2009-04-14T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:47:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book review, more Bella-isms</title><content type='html'>So, I loved Twilight.  I think I've posted about this before.  :)  While I don't claim that the series is a difficult or challenging read, I do love to read about Edward and Bella, and all my other favorite vamps.  They are addicting!  I had really no intentions of reading The Host (also by Stephenie Meyer, for those of you who may not be Twilight freaks).  HOWEVER, I had heard it was okay, and someone was nice enough to loan it to me, so I figured I'd give it a try.   It was great!  Still not a challenging read, and only a bit more grown-up than Twilight, but it was really good.  I am very much NOT a sci-fi person, but I loved this alien-in-a-human-body piece.  When I read a book, I am most interested in the characters, and SM is very thorough with her characterizations (um, Midnight Sun)!  Although her characters were not new or novel, the way she writes them makes them feel like friends.  I found this one layered in ways that Twilight wasn't, as well.  I would describe what I mean by that, but I have a boy who is ready to get out of the tub, and one who is DONE with his nap.  (I wrote the portion below first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently read Interview With The Vampire, by Anne Rice, because I couldn't get enough of vampires, but didn't want to read any of the SM knock-offs that seem to abound lately.  Anyway, Interview disappointed me just a bit.  The beginning was captivating, the middle was slow, and the end was abrupt.  The reviews said something about it being sensual and maybe fascinating or something.  Well, sensual is certainly right, but in a slightly disturbing way.  Although, I admit it could have been much worse (after all, the book is 30-some-odd years old, imagine what an author could have gotten away with in today's media)!  It seemed that Rice also wove some of her own personal turmoil about God, mortality, and the nature of good and evil into the storyline.   That part was semi-interesting, but I guess I feel that I have a pretty good handle on those things, and that the character was immature in his centuries-long search for answers.  Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Bella.  Here is a conversation that took place earlier today:&lt;br /&gt;Bella: …said through many tears and sobs, “Why is everyone trying to challenge me today?”&lt;br /&gt; Me: “Being challenged is one of the best parts of life, my love.”&lt;br /&gt; Bella: “No it’s not!  The best part is eating treats and talking, and living, and having fun while you can!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-6610899987629238036?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6610899987629238036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6610899987629238036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6610899987629238036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6610899987629238036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-more-bella-isms.html' title='Book review, more Bella-isms'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-970640620608491635</id><published>2009-04-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:44:34.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish, mercury, and omega-3's</title><content type='html'>I was visiting with some friends the other night about how much omega 3 fatty acids we need, where to find them, and what are the specific guidelines for pregnancy and nursing.  Well...... here's a link to a page on the American Heart Association's website that answers all of these questions.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=3013797"&gt;Fish, Levels of Mercury, and Omega-3 Fatty Acids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-970640620608491635?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/970640620608491635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=970640620608491635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/970640620608491635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/970640620608491635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/04/fish-mercury-and-omega-3s.html' title='Fish, mercury, and omega-3&apos;s'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-1498954670217826833</id><published>2009-03-31T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:26:54.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella-isms, Donna Reed</title><content type='html'>When she was younger, Bella used to make up words, and use them in perfect context.  I know, how does a made-up word have context?  Well, all of hers did, and they were always big words.  My favorite one was "dequintified," which I believe can be defined as somewhat of a cross between flabbergasted and frustrated.  Now that she's so much older and more sophisticated, she doesn't make up words anymore, but she does like to use big words.  And she always uses them correctly.  Yesterday, something was certainly, and apparently, and evidently!  She can also repeat infomercials with the exact right intonations, etc.  "Mom, you need to get the (insert fabulous product here).  It will make your life so much easier, for only 3 easy payments of $14.99."  Always with a straight face she says this, and takes herself completely seriously.  So, being completely used to the ways of my daughter, why was I so smitten with this conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: "Mom, why is it called Zucchini Bread?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Because it has zucchini in it."&lt;br /&gt;Bella, several minutes later: "They should just call it bread and be sneaky about the zucchini part......Because if someone has a bite of it and likes it and doesn't know it has zucchini in it, but they wouldn't like it if they knew it had zucchini.....(wanders off rambling about zucchini).&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, would that someone be you, Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been serving dinner at 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon.  I decided to try this because, for several different reasons, it seemed like that time would work better for our family.  It does and I love it!  My meals are now on time, and much more fab than they were before.  I feel like Donna Reed, so accomplished.  So now it's 4:20, dinner is done, dishes are done, kitchen's clean, and the only thing I will have to deal with later is a light meal before bedtime.   I'm sure in another week or so I will fall apart again, but at least today is a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-1498954670217826833?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1498954670217826833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=1498954670217826833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1498954670217826833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1498954670217826833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/bella-isms-donna-reed.html' title='Bella-isms, Donna Reed'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-4317944654319142769</id><published>2009-03-31T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:42:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addict</title><content type='html'>So, my newest hobby is buying music online.  I am ADDICTED!  It's soooo much cheaper to buy music online than in the stores.  I think.  I actually haven't compared lately, because that would require having the time to get out of the house and do something fun, just for me. My favorite is Barnes and Noble, because I have a membership, and with free shipping, I can get real CD's for almost as cheap as the downloads from iTunes.  And I usually buy the whole album at once because I am just not creative enough to make my own awesome playlist.  I have a love-hate relationship with iTunes.  Love because they always have the new stuff, and most of the old stuff.  Love because for the most part, they offer real reviews, not the lame, cliche snapshots you find elsewhere.  Love because it's really easy to navigate, find what you're looking for.  Hate because I do not have an iPod.  Only because I would want the good one, with the touch screen, etc., not the Shuffle like Shawn and Em have.  And the good one is just a wee bit beyond my price range.  And by wee I mean several hundred dollars.  Hate also because iTunes does not maintain an account database for you of all the music you have purchased.  For example, a few months ago, my computer had some serious issues, and we had to completely wipe out the hard drive and reload all of the software.  Upon reloading iTunes, my music was GONE!  Now, of course I had backed everything up to CD's, but when you import homemade CD's into iTunes, the artist/song names do not appear.  I have searched my iTunes account for a way to re-load all of my old music onto my "new" computer, but have completely failed.  By the way, if anyone knows how to do this, or has a computer-geek for a husband (affectionately speaking), please help!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been buying music online just today!  Two from Muse, and the new Blue October.  Hope it's good!  I was very tempted to get the Grease soundtrack, but someday when my kids understand what those lyrics mean, I want them to have forgotten that they could sing them verbatim when they were very young.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-4317944654319142769?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/4317944654319142769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=4317944654319142769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4317944654319142769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4317944654319142769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/addict.html' title='Addict'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7929225531614743790</id><published>2009-03-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:20:00.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>So.....feeling the need to verbally purge some of my frustration today.  I am having one of THOSE weeks.  Except that I've been having one of those weeks for a while now.  I realized just now, while doing my dishes, while listening to Kole sqwawk, knowing that the girls are sitting there with him in the SAME ROOM and just totally ignoring him, that I had ONE good day this week.  It was Tuesday.  I am finding that there just aren't enough hours in the day, and not enough of ME to go around.  Certainly feeling that I don't have room in my life for ME right now, and resenting that a bit.  I was just telling my mom that, even as being a wife and mom soak up the better part of my energy right now, I still haven't lost myself.  HAH!  Don't proud words always come around to bite you in the behind?  Part of my frustration can be attributed to the fact that I hold myself to certain standards, and when they don't get met, regularly, I kind of come apart.  What I mean by regularly is that I think I am pretty go-with-the-flow when things in my home/personal life head south for a day or so, but I catch up.  Lately, I am ALWAYS catching up.  Doing laundry, dishes, etc., well into the wee hours.  Crashing in bed without having time to relax, knowing in just a few hours it will start all over again.  Living on diet coke.  This is not okay.  But is it something I have to just get used to?  Isn't there some way to find balance without sacraficing time with our kids or order in our homes?  How is this done?&lt;br /&gt;Now, all you beautiful, wonderful ladies who read this - I know you have been here, too.  And I am just beligerent enough to say this tonight, but I do NOT want to hear that this time will pass.  I do NOT want to hear that kids are only young once, and that the dishes can wait until tomorrow.  Because the fact is, the dishes can only wait until you want to eat again.  What I want is a massage.  And Happy Hour.  And I'm not going to get either.  So I'm just going to be grouchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7929225531614743790?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7929225531614743790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7929225531614743790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7929225531614743790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7929225531614743790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-796423374494435981</id><published>2009-03-04T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:51:30.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little celebrity</title><content type='html'>Click on the link to watch BELLA on the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidk.com/news/40685252.html"&gt;Kindergarten Class Celebrates Dr. Suess's Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-796423374494435981?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/796423374494435981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=796423374494435981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/796423374494435981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/796423374494435981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-celebrity.html' title='My little celebrity'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-4656831682538348691</id><published>2009-03-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:47:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilted</title><content type='html'>I have decided: I HATE THE BACHELOR. Up until this season, I had serious doubts about whether one could really find love on TV. Jason Messnick changed my mind. Here was a DAD, someone who knew all that was at stake, and would never take something such as finding a future wife lightly. He was full of integrity, hope, and love for his son. I was SURE that, as things progressed with Melissa, she was the one! (I actually did a little cheer when he sent Molly on her way. Nothing against Molly.) THEN....After the final rose. Just kidding, Melissa, sorry, I meant MOLLY. Molly's really the one for me. I just don't think we're right for each other. WHAT!? I'm afraid I have to agree with Melissa on this one, Jason Messnick is a &lt;em&gt;bastard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are several reasons why I think that the Bachelor is a flawed experiment (I'm being generous with &lt;em&gt;flawed&lt;/em&gt;, I actually believe it is a &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt; experiment. Except for Trista and Ryan. 99% failed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bachelor/Bachelorette always looks for the contestants to be &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;, to let their guard down and express their &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; feelings. I'm sorry, but I call BS on this one. They don't really want the date to be real, because the minute something real happens, they send 'em home. I think they want people to be on their best behavior, they want the fairy tale. REAL LIFE IS NOT A FAIRY TALE, JASON. OF COURSE THE CHEMISTRY IS GOING TO CHANGE WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON A FANTASY VACATION IN FREAKIN' NEW ZEALAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe it is possible to love 2 people at one time. Monogamy is a choice. That's why people who aren't on TV can't get away with behaving the way the Bachelors and Bachelorettes do. (Um, even if you could stomach most of it, how about the FANTASY SUITE?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting that many good looking people together at one time in one place is a recipe for disaster. Honestly, I think this thing with Jason was just him needing to try out all the flavors at Cold Stone before he ordered his ice cream. But, come on, even my 6-year-old can &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt; make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whew&lt;/em&gt;, I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-4656831682538348691?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/4656831682538348691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=4656831682538348691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4656831682538348691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4656831682538348691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/jilted.html' title='Jilted'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7984790270891228676</id><published>2009-02-25T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:18:10.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaYD6JRci6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/nesjayMMkok/s1600-h/grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306933508359097250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaYD6JRci6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/nesjayMMkok/s320/grease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grease - one of my all-time favorite movies - was on ABC Family the other day. (Don't get me started on the list of very inappropriate movies/TV shows they play on ABC &lt;em&gt;Family&lt;/em&gt;). Anyway, the girls recorded it to the DVR, and we have been watching it &lt;strong&gt;constantly.&lt;/strong&gt; We sing all the songs, and even do some of the dance moves, like the HAND JIVE! The girls' favorite song is &lt;em&gt;Stranded at the Drive In. &lt;/em&gt;Not sure if that's the official name of the song, but you get the idea. It's the one that Danny sings after he gets fresh with Sandy, and she stomps off saying, "You think I'm going to stay here with you in this, this SIN WAGON?!" It's so hilarious, all of them can sing the song perfectly, even Jagger. I love the way he says "Whyeeeyyyy oh why..." And then Bella, quoting Danny as he sulks on the swing, "Sandy, my darlin', you hurt me real bad." Verbatim. I kid you not. I was ROLLING the first time I heard her say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jagger loves Sandy. He points her out in the movie and starts talking about her anytime he hears the music or one of the girls sings the songs, etc. The funny thing is, I have an Aunt Sandy who totally loves and dotes on my kids. Jagger LOVES her. I think he thinks Olivia Newton-John is his Aunt Sandy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, has anyone ever noticed that Grease is a DIRTY movie? I have been keeping track of the not-so-subtle inuendos (that I never picked up on before). My favorite one is when Rizzo says to Kenickie, "What's up, Kenick?" and he replies (with his best come hither look), "One guess." Hah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7984790270891228676?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7984790270891228676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7984790270891228676' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7984790270891228676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7984790270891228676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/grease.html' title='Grease'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaYD6JRci6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/nesjayMMkok/s72-c/grease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-3008769643563427700</id><published>2009-02-21T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:24:06.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends and new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBS0Qv1LQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C4W-9Z3xGMY/s1600-h/HPIM2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305331418844704002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBS0Qv1LQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C4W-9Z3xGMY/s320/HPIM2139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBSgkiLpXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2o9gFLjGCIw/s1600-h/HPIM2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305331080558781810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBSgkiLpXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2o9gFLjGCIw/s320/HPIM2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBRoWEebtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kaN1gD9VGwc/s1600-h/HPIM2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305330114603413202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBRoWEebtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kaN1gD9VGwc/s320/HPIM2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo happy!  Thanks to Facebook, I am back in touch with one of my dear old friends from high school/college days.  And, lucky for me, she happened to be in town this weekend with her little boy.  What a treat - it's so great to catch up on the past 6 years, reminisce about crazy times past, and still have lots in common today.  Friends like this make me feel young again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jagger was in a bit of a mood today, but the one of him and my friend's little boy in the hoola-hoop was a brief reprieve from the grouching.  They are really close in age, and now have no choice but to be great friends!&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/1248179224095332140-3008769643563427700?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/3008769643563427700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=3008769643563427700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3008769643563427700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3008769643563427700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-friends-and-new.html' title='Old friends and new'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SaBS0Qv1LQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C4W-9Z3xGMY/s72-c/HPIM2139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-2550563560599162734</id><published>2009-02-12T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:15:49.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't resist posting one more quote - my kids keep saying funny things today!  This one's from Emma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I don't grow up to be one of those people who knows almost EVERYTHING...  (long thoughtful pause).  But I know I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, (now amused and curious):  "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma: "Because I already know math, and geography... and reading."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-2550563560599162734?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/2550563560599162734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=2550563560599162734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/2550563560599162734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/2550563560599162734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-848613225256561270</id><published>2009-02-12T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:49:03.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes</title><content type='html'>From the 4-year old little sweetie that I babysit: "When you get married, you have to KISS a BOY on the MOUTH, so I'm not gonna do THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagger: "Miss... my daddy.  Bella miss... my daddy.  Mommy miss... my daddy."  Pretty insightful for a 2 year old, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-848613225256561270?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/848613225256561270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=848613225256561270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/848613225256561270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/848613225256561270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5881062576207551113</id><published>2009-02-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:41:23.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come to a realization</title><content type='html'>I am a good mom.  In fact, 99% of the moms I know are good moms.  Our kids are happy and well taken care of.   It doesn't matter if we are more or less strict, more or less messy or clean, have our kids in a million activities or none.  What matters is that we give our kids the individual love and attention that they need, and that we teach them the core values they will need to become happy, healthy, well-adjusted, productive adults.  What always sinks my ship is that I second guess myself.  For example, so-and-so has her kids in dance and sports, maybe I should do that, too.  Or, so-and-so's kids are better at doing their chores than mine - maybe I should try her system.  NO MORE SHOULD!  I don't know why or when I started doing this to myself.  When my girls were little, I thought I was the best mom I knew.  Seriously, I was a bit of a snob about it.  (If you knew me back then, you are probably nodding your head and laughing an evil laugh right now).  Somewhere along the line I got caught up in the SHOULD.  Well, no more!  From now on, I'm going to do what I know is right for my kids, my family, and I would challenge anyone reading this to do the same.  Hopefully you already are.  If you're reading this, and you're a mom, know that I think you are FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cute side note, I have my little niece and nephew over today.  When my sister-in-law dropped them off, she told me what my nephew had said on the way over:  "I like going to Aunt Andi's house.  It comes with Jagger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-5881062576207551113?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5881062576207551113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5881062576207551113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5881062576207551113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5881062576207551113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-come-to-realization.html' title='I have come to a realization'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5568632735060478714</id><published>2009-02-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:48:25.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia! (Mothers and Daughters)</title><content type='html'>I had heard so many great things about the movie Mama Mia!, that I decided to give it a try.  Okay, about 30 seconds in and I was in love.  Can you be in love with a movie?  (My 9-year old self would answer yes to that question, upon seeing Tom Cruise for the first time in Top Gun).  Anyway, back to Mama Mia!  I love everything about this movie.  The music, the island (I can FEEL the warmth of the rocks and the water), the clothes, the friends, the dancing.  This movie reminds me of who I used to be.  Partly because my favorite place to be in all the world is somewhere with warm sand and warm water; and partly because it feels so carefree and fun.  I used to be carefree and fun.  I miss that girl.  I know, everyone grows up, but somewhere in the process I have become a worrier.  I think way too much about EVERYTHING.  It is exhausting.  I'm tired of worrying and thinking.  Here's to letting it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about my girls.  (See, always with the THINKING).  I enjoyed watching the dynamics of the relationship between Donna and Sophie.  I loved that they could see and appreciate their differnces, and I loved the bits of raw honesty that passed between them.  I'm not sure I have that raw honesty with my mom.  Actually, I'm sure that I don't, but I suppose that is another story for another time.  It got me thinking about mothers and daughters in general.  It's a daunting task ahead of me, raising TWO daughters.  Instilling in them values that will carry them through their lives to come - virtue, strength, self-assurance, confidence in who they are, knowledge that they are daughters of God, an awareness that they are one beautiful, special part of a whole (a collective sisterhood, the human family).  I know I'm rambling, but I think it's that last part that gets me.  I don't think that boys need to feel as SPECIAL  as girls do, as if they are the only person in the universe like them, and that there is something wonderful in that.  Maybe it's as simple as my girls are having a hard time SHARING lately, or that I was the only girl in my family, so I get the feeling special thing.  They are just constantly in competition for my attention, with one or the other feeling jilted ("You love Emma moooore than meeee!")  I want so badly to give my girls a sense of BALANCE, teach them to give and receive love and attention equally, and to feel secure, even as the attention ebbs and flows.  Maybe I just need to teach them not to THINK as much as I do.  Whew, now I'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, did anyone else think the flower penis was HILARIOUS)!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-5568632735060478714?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5568632735060478714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5568632735060478714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5568632735060478714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5568632735060478714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/02/mama-mia-mothers-and-daughters.html' title='Mama Mia! (Mothers and Daughters)'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-1648405856293992799</id><published>2009-01-23T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:25:52.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRRGGHHHH!</title><content type='html'>I want this week to be OVER!  I thought I was doing okay, but now I realize that things have been going steadily downhill since Jagger started puking Tuesday morning.  He puked for 2 days, and now has had NASTY diarreah since yesterday morning.  Kole hasn't pooped since monday, so he's way crabby.  (As my bro said, wouldn't you be?!)  I just feel like I have been running all week and getting nowhere.   The past 24 hours have been especially bad, karmically speaking.  Is that a word?  I feel like one of those dogs whose owner thinks it's funny to feed it peanut butter.  He works so hard to chew it or swallow it, or get it out, but he just can't.  And now I have a raging headache.  Maybe it's the snow.  It's beautiful and all, but a little suffocating.  Stupid January!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-1648405856293992799?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1648405856293992799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=1648405856293992799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1648405856293992799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1648405856293992799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaarrrgghhhh.html' title='AAARRRGGHHHH!'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6812737907405319762</id><published>2009-01-20T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:21:55.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICK!</title><content type='html'>So, here's how my morning has gone so far:  Woke up, excersised.  Sooooo proud of myself, because this is the first post-baby workout and it felt so great!  Helped Emma get ready for school and noticed an odd smell in the bathroom.  Oh well, with 4 kids, odd smells are not uncommon.  Still, this one was pretty bad....  Saw Emma off to the schoolbus.  So proud of myself, again, to have squeezed in a workout AND a shower.  Feeling as though mothers the world over would be proud to have a morning like this!  Heard Jagger call to me from his room to get him out of bed.  Walk into Jag's room (still in my towel), and BAM - discover the source of the smell.  He had PUKED sometime in the night.  Oh, so gross!  It was brownies, all dried up and stinky, stuck to his hair, blankie, BoBo (stuffed monkey), all over his jammies.  Yuck, yuck, yuck.  I'm sure all can imagine the circus of laundry, bath, and Lysol that ensued from that point on.  Things seem to have settled down a bit now, but I'm crossing my fingers that the bug doesn't spread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I have a new blog, entitled &lt;a href="http://saebjk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Williams Family Pics&lt;/a&gt;.  The plan is to post most of my pics over there and keep this one for random thoughts, rants, etc.  We'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooo wish I had thought to take a picture of Jagger's crib this morning, with all the puke, etc.  Who thinks to grab a camera at a moment like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-6812737907405319762?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6812737907405319762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6812737907405319762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6812737907405319762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6812737907405319762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/01/ick.html' title='ICK!'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6854497176925811286</id><published>2009-01-07T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:43:59.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to friends, part II</title><content type='html'>Some fun pics I ran across to further illustrate yesterday's post.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288705801483854898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVB59r-JDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pYef-DQQp7g/s320/HPIM1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288706727100525138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVCv14LqlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9bze_A_lRA0/s320/HPIM1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288708165447800082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVEDkI5VRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2yx1Xx1wLxc/s320/HPIM1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oops - looks like he &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; want his picture taken again. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288710265552466994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVF9zo3dDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HomMrfB_6jo/s320/HPIM2048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288711774748060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVHVp1IqpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I9aJs7Cf_j8/s320/HPIM1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288714022763406786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVJYgVwpcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3bTcNI_BSSw/s320/HPIM1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; that on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288714760939984066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVKDeQxVMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4r23JCCRO5Y/s320/HPIM1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288715129883974962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVKY8r33TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/A9jXwp1Ofyw/s320/HPIM1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Way to go, Bella - she's got herself a younger man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288715933380327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVLHt8VOFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4CAcIfUEvTA/s320/Nikki+Reed+and+Kellan+Lutz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee hee, this one's for you, Twilight gals, since I don't have any newer pics of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288705224235358002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVBYXRNFzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F5luLMw25DI/s320/HPIM1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hopefully they're always good friends! &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/1248179224095332140-6854497176925811286?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6854497176925811286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6854497176925811286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6854497176925811286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6854497176925811286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-friends-part-ii.html' title='Ode to friends, part II'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWVB59r-JDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pYef-DQQp7g/s72-c/HPIM1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5131411434314134945</id><published>2009-01-06T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:21:15.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, old and new, borrowed and blue</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about friends lately. I have been so fortunate in my life to have been friends with countless wonderful people. Friends I grew up with, friends that have come and gone, friends that I worked with, friends who are also family, friends who I don't even know except through this strange bloggy world, random people who affected my mood in a positive way. My friend Melissa wrote a post recently about history - common, shared history among spouses. I love that. I love having history with my friends, too, but tonight, that history makes me sad. I don't have much PRESENT with the people that I share the most history with. My oldest friend in the world, the beautiful Lauren Sanchez Gregory, invited me to be her friend on Facebook. Not knowing anything about Facebook, but wanting to be FRIENDS with my friend, I joined and became her friend. This means I get to see all the other people she is friends with, and read her various comments, etc. Some of the names and faces I recognized, others I didn't. It occurs to me that I don't know my oldest and dearest friend very well anymore. I mean, we have known each other since kindergarten (which seems like yesterday and a hundred years ago all at the same time - see, Melissa, duality!), but we are not day to day friends anymore. When we do get together, every few years or so, it seems like no time has passed, but each of our daily lives is completely foreign to the other. I suppose all of this is compounded by the fact that I am in Idaho and she is still enjoying sunny southern California. The baggage I carry from that move is material for another post, another day. Suffice it to say I am sad and missing old friends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a younger, I was always the type of person who liked to have just one or two really good friends, and that was it. I now find that I need all my fingers and probably some toes, too, to count the number of people I consider really good friends. Of those, there is still just a handful that I trust with my secrets, but still.... I am feeling abundantly blessed by my friends lately. I have had several experiences with various friends lately that have changed my life in a positive and profound way. Two secret-sharing friends here in Idaho, Jo and Hil, have truly been keeping me afloat since I had Kole. My family's life is exceptionally busy and complicated right now, and I have needed the life preservers they have provided. It's very true that the Lord's work is manifested through His children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something has happened that has made me realize once again how much I love and need my husband. I'm not going to go into detail for the whole world to read about (right, like the whole world is reading my blog), but nobody's dead, and it's not some life-altering tragedy, so if you don't know what I'm talking about, call me and I'll tell you. Anyway, things have just been put into perspective for me lately. Sometimes it's not really about who does what around the house, who hauls the kids around to all their stuff, who did the grocery shopping or shoveled the snow. Sometimes it's just about loving someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had room and time to post pics of all of my old, new, and borrowed friends (I'm the blue friend tonight). But, I don't, so here's this cute one of my very best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288431946276013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWRI1ficB0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/f3x3Xf5zFUU/s320/HPIM2052.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/1248179224095332140-5131411434314134945?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5131411434314134945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5131411434314134945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5131411434314134945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5131411434314134945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-old-and-new-borrowed-and-blue.html' title='Friends, old and new, borrowed and blue'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SWRI1ficB0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/f3x3Xf5zFUU/s72-c/HPIM2052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-1857936327477334583</id><published>2008-12-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:34:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>There has been way too much fun over this past week to write about all of it, so I am posting a few pics of our Christmas celebrations with both sides of the family. Uncle Geno and Auntie Lisa, Uncle Brian and Aunt Jo, Uncle Greg and Aunt Dovie, Tyrel, Wyatt, Abi, Gavin, Ana ~ WE MISS YOU!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284970042946238162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf8QMpkNtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvc8xsyMfpY/s320/HPIM1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969747500415874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf7_AByu4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fFqghRAkjuY/s320/HPIM1924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284969422307550178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf7sElxY-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/g3gRtxPDE8o/s320/HPIM1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284970405473621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf8lTK1FmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dSTzOfhM11Y/s320/HPIM1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284970882687619346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf9BE7g0RI/AAAAAAAAAHY/maukdYhm0t0/s320/HPIM1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971254929548146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf9Wvo543I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CgjIBqWeW5I/s320/HPIM1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have TONS more pictures - don't ask me why but I've always got the camera handy lately.  We really had a great Christmas.  I have to say, I am glad it's over, I kind of had the bah humbug spirit this year.  The past week or so has been great, though.  We had a Christmas party with some dear friends (and missed some others!), Christmas Eve with Shawn's family, which is always so much fun, Christmas Day here (I am so proud of myself - I made the best batch of spaghetti and meatballs ever!), did some after-Christmas shopping, and spent yesterday playing in the snow.   Lots to be thankful for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-1857936327477334583?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1857936327477334583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=1857936327477334583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1857936327477334583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1857936327477334583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SVf8QMpkNtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Dvc8xsyMfpY/s72-c/HPIM1925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8163681296951441320</id><published>2008-12-15T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:28:39.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing off: me and my little man</title><content type='html'>Well, thanks to my dear friend who also happens to be a VERY talented photograper (shameless plug: see &lt;a href="http://lisahuberphotography.com/"&gt;lisahuberphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;), I have some more beautiful pics of Kole to show off. Is it just me, or does he have that "little old man" look? Gush, gush, gush!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280121673910992162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUbCr-hOPSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4hf105H-dEY/s320/Hospital+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUbDGlpzf4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NjC3g__pJrk/s1600-h/Hospital+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280127126433637538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUbHpWv7JKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/G-O-MCh3cVc/s320/Hospital+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-8163681296951441320?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8163681296951441320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8163681296951441320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8163681296951441320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8163681296951441320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/12/showing-off-me-and-my-little-man.html' title='Showing off: me and my little man'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUbCr-hOPSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4hf105H-dEY/s72-c/Hospital+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5213163491054824040</id><published>2008-12-11T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:40:06.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGjUggiptI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tQA1AZceui0/s1600-h/HPIM1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278679810974066386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGjUggiptI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tQA1AZceui0/s320/HPIM1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I thought I would write a long and hilarious post about how much fun I had watching Twilight (again) with some girlfriends last night. But, alas, my lovely almost-2-year-old is screaming something about Blue's Clues while loudly refusing to pick up his toys. Here are the pics, and ladies, I haven't laughed that hard in I can't remember how long. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGi7wX90qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-hQRLmo46oI/s1600-h/HPIM1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278679385736336034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGi7wX90qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-hQRLmo46oI/s320/HPIM1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGhxzZpmvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/laB5DshXHAg/s1600-h/HPIM1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278678115238386418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGhxzZpmvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/laB5DshXHAg/s320/HPIM1853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-5213163491054824040?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5213163491054824040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5213163491054824040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5213163491054824040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5213163491054824040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-with-girls.html' title='Fun with the girls'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SUGjUggiptI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tQA1AZceui0/s72-c/HPIM1856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-1156748978660611393</id><published>2008-12-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:32:46.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, baby Kole</title><content type='html'>Last week, we were blessed with the arrival of our new bundle of joy, Kole Shawn. He was born on Friday, November 21st (daddy's birthday!), at 2:15 in the afternoon, and weighed in at 8lb., 11oz. He is an incredible blessing, and I, for one, am getting teary just thinking about how amazingly happy I am that he has joined our family. Words do not do justice to this kind of love and joy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275427664396001698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/STYVgqaXoaI/AAAAAAAAADo/6zdtsDq6lyo/s320/HPIM1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275422992159711458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/STYRQs-boOI/AAAAAAAAADg/gagsv6Aq9YI/s320/HPIM1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275428019938183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/STYV1W6OydI/AAAAAAAAADw/GB6a0NCtEdI/s320/HPIM1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275428570964678834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/STYWVbpL2LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WI5_mqDjvUo/s320/HPIM1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-1156748978660611393?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/1156748978660611393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=1156748978660611393' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1156748978660611393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/1156748978660611393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-home-baby-kole.html' title='Welcome home, baby Kole'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/STYVgqaXoaI/AAAAAAAAADo/6zdtsDq6lyo/s72-c/HPIM1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-9090459119432472312</id><published>2008-10-29T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:35:42.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun</title><content type='html'>Okay, so that last post was funner than I thought it would be.  Evidently, I DO have time to sit and dink around on my computer!  Here's another one from Jolene... You are supposed to list 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself, and then there were rules about linking or tagging or something.  But again, not so much of a rule follower, just doing this for fun.  Hmm....7 random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so very pregnant, everything hurts, and I still have several weeks to go.  My daughter's teacher told me today I looked like I was going to pop.  I love it when tall cute skinny 26-year-old's tell me things like that.  (It was a well-intentioned comment, she's actually a real sweetie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Everything in my life seems to cycle.  For example, I seem to go from wanting to totally just get after it and get things done, to totally procrastinating.  Like right now, I have 3 loads of clean laundry waiting to be folded, lunch to clean up, snacks to prepare for girls coming home from school, and what am I doing?  That's right, blogging!  Each cycle seems to last a couple of weeks, and then flow back into the other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love music, but have no musical talent or ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I wish I had more physical talent, like for dance or sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I always dream about the characters in the books I am reading, as if their lives are intertwined with mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I would rather lose a child than leave my children motherless.  (I know, morbid and type-A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I believe that people are capable most anything, given the right (or wrong) circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-9090459119432472312?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/9090459119432472312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=9090459119432472312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/9090459119432472312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/9090459119432472312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fun.html' title='More fun'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5385916927204989239</id><published>2008-10-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:15:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy fun</title><content type='html'>So, I've been tagged (I'm still not sure what that really entails!) by my dear friend Jolene.  I think I am supposed to answer all of these questions with only one word, and then pass it on.  However, since I am so NOT the passing on type, just enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where is your cell phone? table&lt;br /&gt;2.Where is your significant other? work&lt;br /&gt;3.Your hair color? newly chestnutty auburn (love it!)&lt;br /&gt;4.Your mother? nurturing&lt;br /&gt;5.Your father? strong&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favorite thing? thing...as in, Oprah?  computer system in my new van&lt;br /&gt;7.Your dream last night? nope&lt;br /&gt;8.Your dream/goal? peace&lt;br /&gt;9.The room you're in? kitchen&lt;br /&gt;10.Your hobby? canning! &lt;br /&gt;11.Your fear? mortality&lt;br /&gt;12.Where do you want to be in 6 years? here&lt;br /&gt;13.Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;14.What you're not? obsessive (really!)&lt;br /&gt;15.One of your wish list items? cabinets&lt;br /&gt;16.Where you grew up? California&lt;br /&gt;17.The last thing you did? lunch&lt;br /&gt;18.What are you wearing? wouldn't you like to know&lt;br /&gt;19.Your t.v.? Guy Fieri paused&lt;br /&gt;20.Your pet? hah!&lt;br /&gt;21.Your computer? lifeline&lt;br /&gt;22.Your mood? expectant&lt;br /&gt;23.Missing someone? old friends&lt;br /&gt;24.Your car? 2nd home&lt;br /&gt;25.Something you're not wearing? wouldn't you like to know&lt;br /&gt;26.Favorite store? GAP&lt;br /&gt;27.Your summer? hot...prego...allergies...Twilight (swoon...)&lt;br /&gt;28.Love someone? lots!&lt;br /&gt;29.Favorite color? depends&lt;br /&gt;30.Last time you laughed? today ~ haunted gingerbread houses, 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;31.Last time you cried? unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently (my new favorite word) I am incapable of using only one word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-5385916927204989239?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5385916927204989239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5385916927204989239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5385916927204989239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5385916927204989239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/10/bloggy-fun.html' title='Bloggy fun'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7603454407833183744</id><published>2008-10-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:59:09.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago, a good friend of mine asked me if I had been nesting yet.  Foolishly, I replied, "No, I don't think I will go through that with this pregnancy.  I have everything I need for the baby, etc., etc."  Hah!  Then the third trimester hormones kicked in.  For the past two weeks or so, I have been running around like a mad woman trying to "get everything ready" for when the baby comes.  I have purchased coming home from the hospital outfits for both genders (as we don't know the sex of the baby),  onesies, diapers, post-delivery necessities for me, new clothes for the entire family, winter outerwear for all three of the children we already have, Shawn's birthday presents, nursing gowns, diaper bags, blankets, Halloween costumes, stockpiles of household necessities because clearly, my husband can't be expected to go to the grocery store (whatever, he goes every week now since I have hit the point where it is just too painful for me, physically and emotionally - the lady at WalMart told me I look like a watermelon).  Hmm, have I left anything out?  Every time I go on another brutal shopping trip (picture my enormous belly lifting cases of diapers, laundry detergent, etc. off the shelves at Sam's Club), I call Shawn on the way home and swear "I am never doing that again.  I am done running errands.  My body hurts, the kids are driving me crazy, people are staring at me as if I am about to give birth to sextuplets.  I'm not doing it any more!"  And then, without fail, I do it again.  At home, in addition to canning and freezing vegetables, I have been cleaning as if I am preparing to give birth to royalty.  Organizing closets and kids' clothes, running loads to the D.I.; today I scrubbed all of my kitchen cupboards - inside and out.  I'm afraid to go back into the kitchen for fear I might pass out from the bleach fumes.  On the list for this week and next is cleaning the fridge, inside and out, washing windows, inside and out, and cleaning every household surface possible with my steam cleaner.  Window sills and the washer/dryer are in particularly dire need.  My goal is to, one day soon, be DONE.  So that I can just sit and relax until the baby comes.  Whatever, you say?  It won't happen, you say?  We'll see.  I was hoping that this post would alleviate some of my stress, but I am afraid it has only reminded me of several more things to stress about:  storage tubs of baby clothes for both sexes need to be dug out of hiding, organized, and clothes washed, a hospital bag needs to be packed (so what if I still have 7 weeks, no sense in putting it off), when am I going to decorate and shop for Christmas?, and when, oh when, am I going to manage going to the Twilight movie (it comes out on the day we expect to have the baby)??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have entitled this post Crazy Pregnant Woman's Panic-Induced Rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I had pictures to describe the state I am in, I would probably be too ashamed to share them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7603454407833183744?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7603454407833183744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7603454407833183744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7603454407833183744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7603454407833183744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/10/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-3519106075777193445</id><published>2008-09-12T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:39:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a really crazy day, and by the time things settled down, late into the afternoon, it was just Jagger and me at home. He absolutely LOVES to go outside (side! side!), so I decided we would go out and pick a few tomatoes. Our tomato plants are always plentiful, and the only exception this year is that they are unruly and plentiful. They have outgrown the metal frames that we caged them in to keep them shapely and upright, yet we neglected to remove the cages. So now it's too late, and we have a jungle of caged tomatoes in our back yard (which makes picking a daunting task). So, after finding that most of the tomatoes were still green (phew, I can procrastinate that task for a few more days), we decided to take a peek at the rest of the garden. As our remaining family members trickled home, it turned into family harvesting the garden night. Just a few ears of corn and some potatoes are left. And the green tomatoes. I suppose now the real work of canning and freezing begins, but I am very excited about that part this year. I am going to puree and freeze most of my carrots and yellow squash to use in my newly discovered &lt;a href="http://www.deceptivelydelicious.com/site/"&gt;Deceptively Delicious &lt;/a&gt;recipes. I should have enough tomatoes to keep us in spaghetti, pizza, and salsa for the winter. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrj5ltVuuI/AAAAAAAAADA/1bHb2-xfrCs/s1600-h/HPIM1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245255294540692194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrj5ltVuuI/AAAAAAAAADA/1bHb2-xfrCs/s320/HPIM1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the girls planting magic beans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrldBiVdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/hVW1h9x0MyY/s1600-h/HPIM1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257002817778962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrldBiVdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/hVW1h9x0MyY/s320/HPIM1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is my boy!? He's peering up over my belly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrmLKTX1AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M3o4hFn6r0/s1600-h/HPIM1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257795444921346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrmLKTX1AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0M3o4hFn6r0/s320/HPIM1631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got corn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrodRkJYnI/AAAAAAAAADY/lyTp4mBZsd4/s1600-h/2HPIM1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245260305655226994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrodRkJYnI/AAAAAAAAADY/lyTp4mBZsd4/s320/2HPIM1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-3519106075777193445?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/3519106075777193445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=3519106075777193445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3519106075777193445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/3519106075777193445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple pleasures'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMrj5ltVuuI/AAAAAAAAADA/1bHb2-xfrCs/s72-c/HPIM1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-6712674265688947990</id><published>2008-09-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:39:35.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest we forget</title><content type='html'>9.11.01 Remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMqZ-mOZ01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zS6jVe8PZdM/s1600-h/american-half-staff-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245174016718263122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMqZ-mOZ01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zS6jVe8PZdM/s320/american-half-staff-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the anniversary of our country's recent tragedy yesterday, but, sadly, I was too wrapped up in my own grumpy mood to give it any serious reflection. My friend, Lisa has posted a beautiful tribute over on her blog.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.idahohubers.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-6712674265688947990?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/6712674265688947990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=6712674265688947990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6712674265688947990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/6712674265688947990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/09/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest we forget'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMqZ-mOZ01I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zS6jVe8PZdM/s72-c/american-half-staff-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-4950322316046398422</id><published>2008-09-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:13:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, blog, blog (read: blah, blah, blah...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a bad blogger. Either my life is exceptionally boring, or I just don't think anyone would be interested in what I have to say. Oh well. Actually, I think that, more often than not, I just don't feel like sharing what I am really thinking. Again...oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday, I took all of my files from my old computer, dumped all of the useless stuff, and put all the rest onto my new computer. My new, wonderful, fast, reliable, happiness in a machine (if your mind went where mine did with that last description - get it out of the gutter!) computer!!! So, as I was completing this task, I thought, hmm, I should probably print all of these digital pictures I have saved up over the past, oh, several years. Uh-huh. Jaw drops. I have roughly 1,500 pictures to print. Hee, hee, hee. The laughter comes from picturing the hundreds of dollars I will have to spend if I really want to print them and then do something with them. I am not a scrapbooker, so I suppose it could be worse. And who said digital photography was so great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of the kids doing their "homework." Funny, though, Emma (laying on the floor watching TV) is the only one who has actual homework. So cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMlKfiulJHI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oza9S8O8baE/s1600-h/HPIM1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244805146808231026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMlKfiulJHI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oza9S8O8baE/s320/HPIM1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMlezM9prQI/AAAAAAAAACg/m2w84Fk8SXo/s1600-h/HPIM1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244827474795801858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMlezM9prQI/AAAAAAAAACg/m2w84Fk8SXo/s320/HPIM1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-4950322316046398422?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/4950322316046398422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=4950322316046398422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4950322316046398422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/4950322316046398422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-blog-blog-read-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blog, blog, blog (read: blah, blah, blah...)'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SMlKfiulJHI/AAAAAAAAACY/Oza9S8O8baE/s72-c/HPIM1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-7247681079643528502</id><published>2008-08-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:01:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLRg51eNd6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M9ETkCfd3Sk/s1600-h/HPIM1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238918813261330338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLRg51eNd6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M9ETkCfd3Sk/s320/HPIM1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school for my two sweet little girlies. One in 2nd grade, the other in kindergarten. It was a little sad, just to feel the changing of the times, the leaving them to fend for themselves. But, for the most part, I just get so excited to see them begin new adventures in their lives. I honestly was a little nervous about Emma's teacher this year, but when I picked her up yesterday, her first words were, "Mommy, I had the best day. I am so glad I got Mrs. ~~~~!!" Time will tell whether my apprehensions will ever be realized, but for now, I am happy, too. I really have a core belief that things work out the way they are supposed to without too much unnecessary meddling (gather from that - I don't usually request specific teachers for my kids, because there are probably reasons I can't see yet for them getting who they get). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it was the first day of school, and as I am no longer teaching, yesterday was also my first, first day of school at home. I have to say, being a stay-at-home mom rocks! I am getting my eyes opened to the innumerable blessings of housewifery. Now, don't get me wrong, I have actually been on both sides of the fence for the past nine years. I have taught full time, part time, and have been home during the summers. So, it's not that I don't acknowledge how challenging it is to manage a family (house, kids, husband, comings and goings, etc.). It's just that now, that's &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;I have to do. My only responsibilities (yes, immense in themselves) include taking care of my house, kids, and husband (and the little ones I am providing day care for as they come and go). In the past, I have done all that (except for the day care), plus worked outside the home. It is an amazing burden that has been lifted from my shoulders, and I am delighting in my new-found freedoms. It is like soaking up the first warm rays of sunshine after a long winter. I am immensely grateful for this new blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-7247681079643528502?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/7247681079643528502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=7247681079643528502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7247681079643528502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/7247681079643528502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLRg51eNd6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/M9ETkCfd3Sk/s72-c/HPIM1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-5322955661633847827</id><published>2008-08-23T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:15:47.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, yesterday morning, the kids all wandered out of their sleepy beds and onto the couch. It was chilly in the living room after a cool windows-open night, so they all snuggled up in their blankies. None of them were interested in breakfast yet, and nobody had anywhere to go or anything to do. They were perfectly happy to hang out on the couch together and watch one of the many episodes of Clifford the Big Red Dog we have saved on the DVR (Jagger loves anything involving puppies). It was a perfect summer morning, and a fitting end to a great summer (as school starts on Monday). I'm going to miss mornings like that.                             &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLB8-jsIRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/vNzDjThkidc/s1600-h/HPIM1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237823780805952658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLB8-jsIRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/vNzDjThkidc/s320/HPIM1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1248179224095332140-5322955661633847827?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/5322955661633847827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=5322955661633847827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5322955661633847827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/5322955661633847827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/08/peaceful-mornings.html' title='Peaceful mornings'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SLB8-jsIRJI/AAAAAAAAACI/vNzDjThkidc/s72-c/HPIM1613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-8552036270190595787</id><published>2008-08-13T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:49:33.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc2_Q0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/oXbSK4Rg60o/s1600-h/HPIM1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234199660443485938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc2_Q0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/oXbSK4Rg60o/s320/HPIM1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc3LbnlYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OghwtvEmUOY/s1600-h/HPIM1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234199663710016898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc3LbnlYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OghwtvEmUOY/s320/HPIM1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc3r6tGFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ozhRU3Qkq44/s1600-h/HPIM1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234199672430336082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc3r6tGFI/AAAAAAAAABY/ozhRU3Qkq44/s320/HPIM1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this summer has been mostly filled with baseball and T-ball. The girls played on two different teams this year, so we had games four days a week. This was Em's first experience with machine-pitch, and she did so good. Nervous at first, but she caught on quick. I think her batting average was somewhere near .500 (impressive, huh?) Bella played on a T-ball team with a bunch of kids who had never played before. One of the dads told me he thought Bella was the most athletic kid on the team. (hee, hee, hee). It was so fun, but I am honestly really glad that it's over. Jag really, really wanted to play with the big kids! Every chance he got, he would try to run out onto the field. One time, I had to chase him almost to 2nd base. Every time whatever girl's team we were there to watch went out into the field, he would commandeer the available balls and bats and try to coerce me, or the other sister, or whatever family member was there to play with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-8552036270190595787?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/8552036270190595787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=8552036270190595787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8552036270190595787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/8552036270190595787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/SKOc2_Q0RvI/AAAAAAAAABI/oXbSK4Rg60o/s72-c/HPIM1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1248179224095332140.post-324492795686581516</id><published>2008-08-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:22:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, this blog is finally done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I decided to create a blog - for family and friends to keep track of us, for me to purge all of my random thoughts, to post the &lt;em&gt;occassional&lt;/em&gt; meaningful discussion.  However, this has been way more of a task than I anticipated.  I have been working on this thing for a week now!  I remarked to my friend that I would have to search through every single background on thecutestblogontheblock.com before selecting my perfect one.  (I did end up settling with this one before viewing every single selection, but I still think it's pretty cute).  That experience alone attests to my have-to-have-it-just-right personality.  From address, to fonts, to colors, to playlist, etc., etc., I wanted to have everything JUST RIGHT.  Alas... I decided today to deal with just-for-now and at least get the thing up and running.  So here it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1248179224095332140-324492795686581516?l=momentsofsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/feeds/324492795686581516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1248179224095332140&amp;postID=324492795686581516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/324492795686581516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1248179224095332140/posts/default/324492795686581516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofsun.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-this-blog-is-finally-done.html' title='Whew, this blog is finally done!'/><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08950571894140601129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zVYd4JX5myY/Sy8gP-cWRDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BaOWl5yPADY/S220/HPIM2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
