<?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-3912114022281884014</id><updated>2012-02-07T16:20:56.406-05:00</updated><category term='baby Evelyn'/><category term='naked butts'/><category term='end of summer'/><category term='fun'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='food'/><category term='funny card'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Black Friday'/><title type='text'>Momma and Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6369814587735150749</id><published>2011-10-21T15:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:31:32.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More than words...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes song lyrics can describe where we are at so much more than we are able to ourselves.  Here's my song of the week, month, year..... ;-) The video is embedded to the right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Father, let the world just fade away&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your presence in this place&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Ive never been so weary&lt;br /&gt;How I need to know youre near me&lt;br /&gt;Father, let the world just fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Im on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Till my heart can sing&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;br /&gt;He was&lt;br /&gt;He always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it feels like there is no one holding me&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, let your Holy Spirit sing&lt;br /&gt;Let it calm the storm inside of me&lt;br /&gt;As I stand amazed&lt;br /&gt;Lift my hands and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;br /&gt;He was&lt;br /&gt;He always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives&lt;br /&gt;He loves&lt;br /&gt;He's always with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it feels like there is no one holding me&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul&lt;br /&gt;Through every fear&lt;br /&gt;And every doubt&lt;br /&gt;And every tear I shed&lt;br /&gt;Down every road&lt;br /&gt;Im not alone&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;br /&gt;He was&lt;br /&gt;And He always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives&lt;br /&gt;He loves&lt;br /&gt;He's always with me&lt;br /&gt;Even when it feels like there is no one holding me&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul&lt;br /&gt;Be still, and know&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3912114022281884014-6369814587735150749?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6369814587735150749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6369814587735150749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6369814587735150749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6369814587735150749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-than-words.html' title='More than words...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6340799720696329302</id><published>2011-08-10T13:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:30:40.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa Time and the topics are Rough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I can't believe that it is almost the middle of August as I am writing this post. I feel like the past two months have literally flown by!  We have been so busy with birthday parties, story time, play dates, swim lessons, and did a mini vacation to Great Wolf Lodge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It finally hit me the other day.  I am going to be sending my baby away to "school" in about a month.  The preschool decision was a BIG one for me.  As a teacher I understand the importance of learning young, but as a mother I long for more years of not worrying about anything beyond scraped knees and princess overload. Being home this past year taught me a couple things though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; 1) I cannot be mother and teacher to my child.  I am not against homeschooling, but that will not work for our family.  At least not with Johanna, and not right now.  We did a lot of homeschooling preschool activities and when it came to anything but crafts, we about killed each other. We are WAY too much alike and I admit that I am way to hard on her when she doesn't do something to the best of her abilities. When she isn't trying her best I want to discipline her as her mother not as her teacher.  A teacher has a greater buffer zone than a mother which I think will be really important for Jo's personality.  Just not for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) Now, I know that she would be fine even if I kept her home with me and didn't focus on anything educational for the next year.  She could enter Kindergarten the following year and be perfectly on track.  However, is that REALLY what is best for her.  I had to face the fact that doing that would set her up to face challenges that she shouldn't have to face and would be better conquered in a smaller classroom environment- i.e. preschool.  We are not talking ABCs here people.  She's known those since she turned 2. We are talking life and social skills.  Let's face it, my child is an only child with a very strong personality.  She knows what she wants and she is more than capable of communicating that to you in a timely and articulate fashion! She is an excellent leader and has a heart that wants to make everyone around her happy.  The problem is that in the "real world" you don't always get to be the line leader.  You don't always get to answer every question that the teacher asks.  Sometimes you have to tow the line. But, I want her to learn to do that without compromising her strength.  I have learned this is something I cannot teach her myself.  She needs some life experience with a class full of 14 other bright children who also want to be the line leader and answer every question. She needs to learn how to handle those situations and to do the right thing even when Mommy isn't standing right there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I visited several preschools after doing copious amounts of research.  The last one we visited was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beginningschristiandayschool.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Beginnings Christian Day School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Johanna and I prayed before we went in for the appointment.  Johanna asked, "Why do we need to pray, Mommy?" I told her, "This is a really big decision for Mommy and I need to know that we are doing the BEST thing for you in Jesus's eyes." I quietly prayed that if this was the place Johanna was meant to be that I would feel completely sure about it when I left THAT DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wish I could describe the difference between this visit and the others.  All the schools had been very nice, with nice facilities and teachers.  However, this place was just different, in a good way. Not only were the teachers friendly and qualified (Johanna's teacher has her master's degree), but somehow it felt like family. These were people that I would totally hang out with! The school was a perfect fit for Johanna, and I felt sure about it before I walked out the door (dragging my child because she didn't want to leave!).  It was the kind of peace that you know can only come from God, especially for us worry-wart moms! Another visit later with Dad  (who needed to see for himself!) and we were registered. The teacher side of me was excited to get her into their pre-kindergarten class which uses the kindergarten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abeka.com/?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Beka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; curriculum which I know is challenging. Johanna is already reading so I wanted a program that offered challenging academics for bright kids as well as a comfortable, family and Christ-focused social environment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I would be lying if I said that I didn't ever have "oh-my-gosh-what-am-I-doing" moments about her going to school everyday.  BUT, when I stopped to pray about why I was feeling that way I discovered something worth writing about. I realized that I didn't question whether or not this was the best decision for Johanna.  I was worried about what other moms would think of me for sending my only child to this program. THIS IS A PROBLEM.  Parenting is difficult enough on its own without having to worry about what other people think. Why is it that some Moms seem to get it in their head that what is best for their family should be best for every family? I have absolutely NO JUDGEMENT on moms who choose to parent their child differently than mine. Homeschooling, private school, public school, spanking, time-outs, co-sleeping, or cry-it-out. I say whatever works for your family- go for it!  I guess I have to admit that I do judge parents who I feel aren't meeting the basic needs of their child- food, shelter, love, etc. However, who am I to tell you that my way of meeting my child's needs is the best way?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3) Unfortunately, I feel like this is a huge problem within the capital C church as well.  I know SOOOOOO many moms who have been turned off to God because of how His children have acted. I certainly have my opinions about things like vaccination, schooling, and discipline.  I will even share those opinions with you if you ask. HOWEVER, they are just opinions and are never more important than someone establishing a personal relationship with their creator. Pretty sure when we die, God won't ask whether or not we vaccinated or if we sent our kids to public school before we are permitted to walk on the streets of gold.  I encourage those of us who are already His children to not cripple our testimony by being "IN YO FACE" about things that do not matter in the light of eternity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Being a mom is about doing what is best for your children and that can look 100s of different ways.  The bottom line is that moms need support.  We need support from other moms.  So, let's all lay down our battle axe, pick up the white flag, and call a truce.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/3912114022281884014-6340799720696329302?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6340799720696329302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6340799720696329302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6340799720696329302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6340799720696329302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/08/summa-time-and-topics-are-rough.html' title='Summa Time and the topics are Rough!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7526471274048377195</id><published>2011-05-24T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:15:44.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 things I learned by 30</title><content type='html'>I figured my 30th birthday would be a good time to reintroduce myself to the blogging world. Oh blog, how I have missed you. It has been a long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that I am sort of nervous about reentering this world. This has previously been a fun outlet for me (and a great way to keep friends/ relatives updated on miller life), but there are some things in life that are just too difficult to write about. So, we will just skip over all that stuff and get back to our regularly scheduled fun and poor attempts at sarcasm and humor :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, without any further ado- 30 things I learned by 30:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Trampolines are fun no matter how old you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I TOTALLY take back all the times I didn't want to nap when I was younger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Anytime that I decide to stay up late to do something fun, my child will either 1)wake up needing something right after I actually go to sleep or 2)think that 6:30 a.m. is breakfast time. Probably both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. It's ok if someone doesn't like me and has no bearing on how I feel about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. There is a lot that I DON'T know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Good intentions don't always yield good results and they don't justify bad decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. What I want isn't always (or even usually) what God wants for me. Thankfully he knows better than I do. I have to remind myself of this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Take a deep breath- Nothing is as big of a deal as it seems to be at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Gilmore Girls is AWESOME and can always make me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sometimes you have to give yourself a break. Each situation has a good, better, and best action. Sometimes all I have in me is to accomplish "good" and that is ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. All natural peanut butter rocks my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Being a parent is the greatest blessing and the most difficult job EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. The things that frustrate me most about my child are things I dislike about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Don't buy cheap paper towels- It's not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Really true good friends are few and far between and they are a blessing from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Sometimes what people need to hear is not what they want to hear. A good friend will tell you what you need to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I don't know where I'd be without 1) God and 2) my family. They see me at my worst and still love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Feeling competitive with friends is stupid and unfortunately common among women. Thankfully I outgrew this in my mid twenties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Contentment is about attitude and not circumstance. I think I will learn this throughout life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Cute shoes are worth the pain...maybe I'll change my opinion before 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Don't look at other people's lives with envy or judgement. Everyone has their own "stuff" to deal with- including you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. If I focus on helping others, my problems are put into perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Laughter is the BEST medicine. Snorting rolling on the floor laughter. Hang onto the people that can take you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I cannot change anyone but myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I have the cutest, funniest, and sweetest kid in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Be honest. Lying to "protect" someone is often an excuse to do something you shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Coffee is one of the greatest things EVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.  Make new friends but keep the old- one is silver and the other gold (thank you girl scout days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.  Regardless of what everyone says, remembering middle school math helps me shop and save $$ (says the math teacher!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Don't wear socks unless you have too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's my 30.  But you know my mantra- Go Big Or Go Home!! So, here's one more that I have been learning throughout the past year- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Life is not about making me happy, but it is about making me holy (thankfully they are not mutually exclusive).  My decisions need to be made on what I KNOW as truth and not on how I feel.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7526471274048377195?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7526471274048377195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7526471274048377195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7526471274048377195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7526471274048377195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-things-i-learned-by-30.html' title='30 things I learned by 30'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4174486686107546089</id><published>2011-01-09T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:29:22.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what I would do to have&lt;br /&gt;The kind of faith it takes&lt;br /&gt;To climb out of this boat I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Onto the crashing waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;To step out of my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;And He's holding out His hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the waves are calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;And they laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br /&gt;The waves they keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again. "Boy, you'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never win!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "Do not be afraid!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "This is for My glory"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what I would do to have&lt;br /&gt;The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant&lt;br /&gt;With just a sling and a stone&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors&lt;br /&gt;Shaking in their armor&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the giant's calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;And he laughs at me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed&lt;br /&gt;The giant keeps on telling me&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again. "Boy you'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never win!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the stone was just the right size&lt;br /&gt;To put the giant on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And the waves they don't seem so high&lt;br /&gt;From on top of them lookin' down&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;br /&gt;When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Singing over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 40:11 Do not withhold your mercy from me, O LORD; may your love and your truth always protect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4174486686107546089?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4174486686107546089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4174486686107546089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4174486686107546089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4174486686107546089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/voice-of-truth.html' title='Voice of Truth'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8125939369925485020</id><published>2011-01-02T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:06:16.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Resist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TSEgamTr2tI/AAAAAAAABA8/qP6QuLNG7UU/s1600/tn-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian's sister Stephanie was gracious enough to give me a ride back down  to Kentucky after Brian and Jo left Wooster really early due to sickness. Thanks again Steph! Anyhoo, while she was visiting she showed me some hilarious pics of Jo that were taken a long time ago, but I laughed so hard that I had to share the progression with my faithful few.  These were taken while Jo was with Gaga (Brian's mom) visiting Aunt Carrie's house.  Hope these help you start your new year off with a laugh.  Yes, these will be blown up at her graduation party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TSEgaMKyXxI/AAAAAAAABAs/GkfiScjlKP4/s320/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759049467059986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TSEgaHviGzI/AAAAAAAABA0/mn_0P7OVhNk/s320/tn-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759048279006002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TSEgamTr2tI/AAAAAAAABA8/qP6QuLNG7UU/s320/tn-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759056483703506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, how could she not notice that?!!! btw- This would sooooo not be cute if she were much older.  However, for now it is hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8125939369925485020?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8125939369925485020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8125939369925485020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8125939369925485020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8125939369925485020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-resist.html' title='Can&apos;t Resist...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TSEgaMKyXxI/AAAAAAAABAs/GkfiScjlKP4/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4850328339754072406</id><published>2011-01-01T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:26:23.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year....New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>The traditional Christmas posts with pictures will eventually be coming. Things have been a bit crazy around here for many reasons.  I just got home from a 6 day trip up to Wooster to visit family and friends.  All I will say about that for now is that I have never been so appreciative for the blessing of people who love me unconditionally.  I am so blessed to have people who love me even when it's not easy.  It's easy to love someone when things are great.  People show their true colors when push comes to shove and life is no longer easy.  Some people will turn their back.  Some people will just be silent and watch you suffer.  Other people will lay down there selfish desires and love you when you need it the most- not asking for anything in return.  That is true love. That is true friendship.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now that I am off my soapbox- HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like 2011 is going to be an eventful year.  I have no idea what the future holds for me.  All I know is that I am ready for God to knock my socks off.  I could use a little of that :-)  So, for a small "new years" post I will leave you with the lyrics to the new Katy Perry song (ok, so all middle school teachers are really middle school kids at heart so don't be surprised that I love this song.  Also, the lyrics are actually awesome. Don't judge!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to 2011...may we all remember who we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;drifting through the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wanting to start again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like a house of cards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one blow from caving in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause there's a spark in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, let your colors burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're gonna leave 'em falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe your reason why all the doors are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just own the night like the 4th of July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, let your colors burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're gonna leave 'em falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause baby you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, show 'em what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you shoot across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby, you're a firework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come on, let your colors burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, Oh, Oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're gonna leave 'em falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3912114022281884014-4850328339754072406?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4850328339754072406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4850328339754072406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4850328339754072406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4850328339754072406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-yearnew-beginnings.html' title='New Year....New Beginnings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2467612554535220224</id><published>2010-12-24T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:56:00.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the things on my mind today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Underneath the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a simple man and wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His words cut the silent night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take my hand, for the child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you carry is God's own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though it may seem the road is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're not that far from Bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where all our hope and joy began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For in our arms, we'll cherish Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're not that far, from Bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let us celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the Christmas's go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learn to live our days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our hearts near to the child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever drawn, ever close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the only love that lasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though 2000 years have past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We're not that far from Bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Where all our hope and joy began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;For in our arms, we'll cherish Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We're not that far, from Bethlehem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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today....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8820037256979445627</id><published>2010-12-21T11:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:51:32.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am sure you can all relate to the hectic nature of the Christmas season.  So, I apologize in advance for the lack of any quirky humor or irony in this post.  It is going to be just a run-of-the-mill-how-the-millers-are-doing kind of post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to start by saying how much I LOVE the Christmas season.  I love the baking, the shopping, the wrapping, the parties, the food, the friends,  the decorations, and most of all the wonder of it all as we celebrate the CHRIST in Christmas.  The thought of Him becoming man and living a sinless life to die on a cross for me (stupid, sinful, has-to-learn-the-hard-way me) still just baffles me.  May we never lose the wonder and amazement of what Christmas is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best part of celebrating the season is watching Jo experience the excitement and wonder.  Watching her learn about Jesus everyday as we do our advent calendar is amazing.  They retain and understand so much more than we give them credit for.  She also TOTALLY believes in Santa, which I love (and I don't care about any comments from those of you who disagree with this).  This leads me to my post about what we've been up too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johanna had her first dance recital the other night.  Her class danced to "All I Want For Christmas is You."  Is was absolutely adorable.  Of course, I may be biased, but other parents whose child wasn't in her class seemed to agree, so maybe it's not just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo ready to leave for her recital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVe0YKNsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Yclj1p8oof4/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553173065980589762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVfQJl_dI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9geg5c_R73E/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553173073435688402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVf07RUOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/9F3t3hVB5oQ/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553173083307725026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa came to the recital and gave everyone candy canes.  She was so excited!&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVgdQFSPI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mlxMaa5FFpA/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553173094132435186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;The next night we went to an event at a local club called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spindle Top&lt;/span&gt;  It was beautiful outside on the veranda with fires, hot chocolate, and cookies!  They had a special visit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; (only 25 people total) where he came, read the Night Before Christmas, and then each child got to sit and talk with him.  It was GREAT because there were only about 10 kids and most of them were friends of ours.  Plus, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; was the type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; that just naturally looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;.  No fake beard.  It just makes it seem so much more real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready...it was cold out so we all had to bundle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVg5s28zI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CacxEJjpTk4/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553173101769323314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREBi1SEORI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uv-d4-J_ETc/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221513454565650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Dancing by the fire (do not try this at home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREBjRM68oI/AAAAAAAAA_g/6KK2lnU48zY/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221520949179010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;Jo (and friends) REALLY enjoyed the hot chocolate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;...can you tell?&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREBjjX_klI/AAAAAAAAA_o/8RSekcgZtX8/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221525827457618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa reading The Night Before Christmas&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREBjwUwLoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/z6j0gDYVcQY/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221529303527042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jo and friends listening to Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREBkLKIQDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/pbUmyU7ZYtA/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221536506724402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jo and Santa...she just loved him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREDmMyEbDI/AAAAAAAABAA/5XjXBoyHpaU/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553223770325675058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TREDmTxJmjI/AAAAAAAABAI/6hikbxu4Xu4/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553223772200868402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; visit, we all loaded up into a shuttle and went to see the Southern Lights display which was cool (minus the hour+ wait to get in....yeah, not kidding.  I would have left and gone home if I could have).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of any drama, I still LOVE this time of year.  I can't wait for Saturday morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8820037256979445627?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8820037256979445627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8820037256979445627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8820037256979445627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8820037256979445627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-2010.html' title='Winter 2010'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TRDVe0YKNsI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Yclj1p8oof4/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5932553710218887157</id><published>2010-12-02T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:11:59.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper cuts and Three Year Olds</title><content type='html'>Let me begin by saying that I will keep this short.  The last two days have very possibly been some of the LOOOOOOONNNNNNGest days of my life.  No major catastrophes, just annoyances repeated throughout the entire day....for two days straight. I know it could be worse, so I don't need anyone reminding me of that (even though I appreciate the sentiment....sort of).  I know I should focus on my blessing and blah blah blah.  But, ya know what, sometimes life just sucks.  Yup.  I said it.  That doesn't mean I'm not grateful for the good things.  What it does mean is that the only thing that would have made yesterday even more complete is paper cuts on my eyeballs. So, here's to tomorrow being another day and to a better attitude for me (or the annoying people).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5932553710218887157?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5932553710218887157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5932553710218887157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5932553710218887157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5932553710218887157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/paper-cuts-and-three-year-olds.html' title='Paper cuts and Three Year Olds'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4528998749750515637</id><published>2010-11-27T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:40:29.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivating.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wow....I am tired.  We just got home from our trip up to O-H-I-O for Thanksgiving.  It was great to see friends, celebrate with family, and of course continue my black Friday shopping tradition (a post for another day).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Part of my trip included finishing some work at my former house that we are renting to another family starting Dec. 1st.  I walked out of "my house" for the last time on Friday night.  I didn't realize how hard that would be.  I will admit it....I cried.  Actually, I sobbed.  For those of you who know me, this is a HUGE deal.  Let's just say I am not much of a crier, or shall I call myself "emotionally challenged."  I have a tendency to stifle my emotions and hold everything inside. This time I couldn't.  I have so many memories in that house....good and bad.  Johanna came home there.  She took her first steps there.  She has grown up there.  I grew a lot as a person there. I entered that house as a 24 year old college student and left as an almost 30 year old woman and mother.  I don't know where I am going with this except to say....It was difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While we are riding the emotional roller coaster, I want to share a couple excerpts from a book that I am currently rereading (it's been years and I don't remember most of it).  I have to admit that I am not a huge fan of Christian books about woman.  They usually leave me feeling a huge sense of failure for who I am as a woman and mother.  They often provide another list of things to do that I can never live up too.  Thankfully, the authors of this book don't like those books either which is why they (John and Stasi Eldredge) wrote the book Captivating- Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul.  I still have a difficult time with books that lump a HUGE category of people (like women)  together and say we all have similar feelings and desires.  However, so far I am ok with the intentions of this book.  There have been a couple sections that have resonated with me thus far (I'm only on page 29). I thought I would share them with you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I remember when I was ten asking myself as well as older females in my life how a woman of God would actually be confident, scandalous, and beautiful, yet not portray herself as a feminist Nazi or an insecure I-need-attention emotional whore.  How can I become a strong woman without becoming harsh? How can I be vulnerable without drowning myself in my sorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My FAV part so far (I think because it gave words to so many of my emotions...great for the emotionally challenged like myself).  I have heard many other women echo these same sentiments throughout the years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unseen, Unsought, Uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;as a woman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Every woman I've ever met feels it- something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does.  An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she &lt;i&gt;is.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I am not enough, &lt;/i&gt; and, &lt;i&gt;I am too much&lt;/i&gt; at the same time.  Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough.  But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy. The result is Shame, the universal companion of women. It haunts us, nipping at our heels, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After all, if we were better women- whatever &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt; means- life wouldn't be so hard. Right? We wouldn't have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts.  Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them? Why do our days seem so unimportant, filled not with romance and adventure but with duties and demands? We feel &lt;i&gt;unseen&lt;/i&gt;, even by those who are closest to us.  We feel &lt;i&gt;unsought&lt;/i&gt;- that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us, to get past our messiness to find the woman deep inside. And we feel &lt;i&gt;uncertain&lt;/i&gt;- uncertain of what it even means to be a woman; uncertain of what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more. Oh, we long for intimacy and for adventure; we long to be the Beauty of some great story.  But the desires set deep in our hearts seem like a luxury, granted only to those women who get their acts together.  The message to the rest of is- whether from a driven culture or a driven church - is &lt;i&gt;try harder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And in all the exhortations we have missed the most important thing of all.  We have missed the &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt; of a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let's think on that for awhile.....&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/3912114022281884014-4528998749750515637?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4528998749750515637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4528998749750515637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4528998749750515637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4528998749750515637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/captivating.html' title='Captivating.....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6726393569941841989</id><published>2010-11-19T09:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:47:37.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Experiences in a New City...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaMq96NpZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/eOWWssPE07s/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While glancing through my blog, I realized it has been awhile since I have written a general update with pictures...sorry! While you may have better things to do, the mother in me chooses to think that pictures of my kid are worth your time. So, here goes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been in Kentucky for about 3 to 4 weeks.  In one way it seems like we have been here longer than that, but in another way it shocked me to realize it has been that long.  Johanna has adjusted well.  She still gets confused sometimes and things we can just go see people who live up in Wooster, but for the most part she just says, "Wooster is far far away mommy." She still talks about her old house, but she really likes her new house.  I think she really likes her new room.  She never has any trouble adjusting to sleeping here (Thank God). Moving has taken it's tole on me, but I am recovering (I know most of you have been there).  We are heading back up to Wooster for Thanksgiving week.  Jo and I are heading up early to finish up work at the old house.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the great things about Lexington is that it has a lot more activities and things to do since it is a bigger city.  Our first weekend here we went with my friend E an her daughter A to an early learners book club.  It was very well done with activities, crafts, good stories, snacks and each child got to take one of the books they read home with them.  It was kind of like an extended story-time from Wooster (with snacks!).  We have had fun discovering new restaurants, and getting to hang out with great friends we normally don't get to see very often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firsts for Johanna:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend E and I took our girls to the ballet for the first time!  It was so cute!  It was 75 minutes which made me a little nervous, but it was very colorful and kid friendly.  We had fun getting ready together.  We played beauty parlor- did nails and hair. I LOVE having a girl who loves that stuff and still enjoys playing in the mud.....that's my kinda girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken right after we got ready.  Not sure what that face is, but she likes to make strange faces for pictures.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJNBJ5iFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_4ckegZ3MPc/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541267248267233362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love those blue eyes (and my blue hair!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJNpflisI/AAAAAAAAA9w/LirIEaSxrCg/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541267259095616194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJPjj8QuI/AAAAAAAAA94/qqK5x_UFwaw/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541267291863007970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All ready in her nice coat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJQenKQcI/AAAAAAAAA-A/tPV2TXKt0qE/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541267307714200002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls getting ready for the show to start at the Opera House.  When it stated they both went "woooooooooow!"  So worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJRMsGDfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jUcZUt9QyQA/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541267320082927090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend my mom came down to visit for the weekend.  It was GREAT.  I got to take her to some of my favorite places, and Jo loved having her Gagi around.  While my mom was here, we took Jo (only with two other friends and their 4 kids!) to see Aladdin back at the Opera House. This was her first play.  The performance was great. Jo did pretty well.  She had a few moments toward the end of the show when she wanted to go home because I remembered to bring her a snack, but I forgot her cup (mom of the year here).  All the other kids were drinking and Jo just gobbled her PB crackers and then didn't have a drink.  I felt bad.  Oh well, it helped her build character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids waiting for the show to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaMqY3AttI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/FMGiU-KAJUQ/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541271051381552850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Jo and I at the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaMqpiVDeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wH6-EAXmY0o/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541271055858208226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a pic I wanted to add.  This was taken in October at my Grandpa's Birthday Party in Michigan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaMq96NpZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/eOWWssPE07s/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541271061327095186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is just a small snapshot of  what we have been doing since we left good ol' Wooster, Ohio.  I wish I had time to write more, but I am off to a play-date at a local pottery place.  Pictures to come!   &lt;/div&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;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/3912114022281884014-6726393569941841989?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6726393569941841989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6726393569941841989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6726393569941841989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6726393569941841989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-experiences-in-new-city.html' title='New Experiences in a New City...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TOaJNBJ5iFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/_4ckegZ3MPc/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4997678410362702079</id><published>2010-11-03T12:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:38:42.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We will pause from our regularly scheduled blogging of complaints and frustration for this important announcement:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cannot believe that it is almost the middle of November.  This is my absolute favorite time of year for so many reasons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) LOVE the weather! It was warm today (mid 70's) but beautiful.  Jo got to play with friends in the leaves all afternoon....one of the greatest joys of being a kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Thanksgiving is one of my two favorite holidays (bet you'd never guess the other).  Even though my life has plenty of challenges (that you hear all about on this blog),  I have MUCH to be thankful for.  I am very blessed. Plus, I make a really mean pumpkin pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I LOVE shopping on Black Friday.  It was a family tradition growing up.  I have a lot of fond memories with my family going out in the middle of the night to get in line.  We would always celebrate our savings (and survival) over breakfast. The beauty of black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; is that you can get all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping done by 8 a.m.!!  Did I mention that it's AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I love fall food.  You might ask, "What is fall food?"  I am talking fall veggies like butternut and acorn squash.  I especially love that it starts feeling like "soup weather." I love me a good soup.  My dad's recipe for butternut squash soup is the best.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yummo&lt;/span&gt;!  I think I know one of the things I am making for dinner next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) It is the beginning of a really fun (and crazy busy) time of year.  I especially love watching Jo celebrate the holidays (minus the bratty consumer moments). Children can have such beautiful hearts. Plus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; the season for baking, and we all know how I feel about that :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I heart coffee everyday of the year.  However, it seems especially enjoyable to me on a crisp fall day...sitting outside in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the crisp cool air and a hot steamy cup-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are just a few of the reasons why I really cherish this time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure we will return to the regular scheduled programming soon ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4997678410362702079?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4997678410362702079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4997678410362702079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4997678410362702079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4997678410362702079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/spirit-of-season.html' title='Spirit of the Season'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-309003859319588250</id><published>2010-11-01T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:28:13.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....sort of</title><content type='html'>I would like to welcome myself back to the world of blogging.  I am sure that my absence was more painful for me than anyone else!  I always forget how much blogging helps me process and deal with different areas in my life.  Plus, this is WAY cheaper than seeing my shrink every day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am officially a Kentuckian. The move that got in put in motion over 8 months ago has finally happened.  I still haven't sold the house up in Wooster, and I am thinking of renting it.  A decision will have to be made within the next few weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know me well (I apologize in advance), you know that I do not do well when I feel like things are out of control. So, moving isn't exactly a picnic for me.  I should be a pro by now with this being our ninth move.  I will say that I am a pretty darn good packer.  The house got packed up in 3 days (minus Jo). We drove down and unloaded on Friday  (the 22nd), and I was unpacked by Tuesday night.  So, I think you can safely assume how I spent most of my time in between. A big thank you to everyone who helped me during this process :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get out for some fun.  I took Jo to an Early Learners Book Club on Sat. morning with my friend Erin and her daughter Annabelle.   Then, I had lunch at a great place called &lt;a href="http://www.doodlesrestaurant.com/"&gt;Doodles &lt;/a&gt;with Erika and her three kiddos.  Johanna loves having so many built-in playmates down here already!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I headed back up to Wooster on Wednesday to pack up a few little last minute things in our old basement and organize the storage unit.  Plus, we had tickets to two football games over the weekend.  I had a blast getting to visit some great people who I miss dearly already.  We returned to KY last night.  I am ready to do a whole lot of NOTHING.  Unfortunately, there is a bathroom to be painted and some new boxes to unpack.  I have three letters for you- UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to be back.  I don't feel like myself yet. I don't normally complain.  However, a new top ten list might help me feel better.  I'm a little grumpy, so this is your warning that it might not be suitable for children or adults who don't get sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Ten Things for me To $itch about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Moving- need I say more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm sick- could be from Jo....or the half tub of cookie dough I ate last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My hair has been a real pain in the butt- I blame this on the change of weather and water, but it still sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm tired- thank God the coffee pot got unpacked last week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I miss people- nothing nice to put next to this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I need to shower and  my bathroom got torn apart while I was gone....and not finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I reiterate everything that goes with #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I feel a headache coming on, and I am out of Migraine medicine....and I don't have a doctor here yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  My house is a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I don't feel like doing anything and that stresses me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sorry I am not my usual chipper self.  But, sometimes life stinks (in which case you should read &lt;a href="http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/lemonadeor-not-and-sisters.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;).   Cuteness to come- Johanna was the most adorable bumble bee for Halloween! I am going to go unpack my boots.....for some reason that makes me happy :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-309003859319588250?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/309003859319588250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=309003859319588250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/309003859319588250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/309003859319588250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-backsort-of.html' title='I&apos;m back....sort of'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2715582756427387673</id><published>2010-10-08T23:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:41:43.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEZE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been tagged.  If you know me, then you know I cannot resist playing along when games are involved!  Plus, I have been in the car for about 10 of the last 36 hours.  Did I mention my 3 year old was with me.  Ummmm, yeah.  That means I need some adult conversation (about 3 bottles of wine) and you are being forced to be my friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many to chose from. Hmmmmmm...It  does agitate me when the toilet paper gets put on backward (at least backwards to my world!).  Ok folks, it should go over, not under.  Under means you can spin the roll over and over and not get the end to hang loose so you can pull the toilet paper.  Let's just say that I don't like to spend extra time with my face over the toilet that my child just (use your imagination here)'ed  in trying to unroll the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to live near a beach.  Somewhere that has pretty consistent nice weather.  I think it would just facilitate a healthy and energetic lifestyle for my family verses trying to get outside in NE Ohio's Winters......UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Probably should have been at some point ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. What is the one thing on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Favorite song right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....tough one.  I really like listening to music so this is difficult.  I like all different types of music too.  I will say that I have always really liked the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Lisa Loeb.  I know that doesn't really answer the question, but that's the best I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have always wished that I could play the guitar.  I only know like 5 chords and it is pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rundown- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Morning: water and coffee (the stronger the better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The rest of the day it is usually water or a diet pop as an occasional treat. Coffee is often splattered throughout the rest of the day as well depending on the need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For a night out or just because-  I really enjoy wine (nothing too sweet) or anything with tequila.  Yes, I am a tequila girl. I also like a very flavorful beer (usually dark).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So many options here... I don't think there is one word.  Energetic, maybe?  I am definitely a work in progress.  If I had to use one word to describe me today, it would be TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the really fun part! I get to tag eight other people to play along. Thanks for thinking of me Jamey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://iamwovenandspun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; (known her since birth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://rahdefamilygrows.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jen&lt;/a&gt; (The more I get to know her, the more I love her!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://randyandjanna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt; (Never seen her annoyed...would love to know her pet peeve!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://meetworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; (Just moved and is very busy, but I miss reading her posts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://summerjhartzler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt; (Life long friend who has a whole lot going on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://abc-west.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; (Someone who I love seeing and reading!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7)&lt;a href="http://thecalihans.blogspot.com/"&gt; Erika&lt;/a&gt; (busy mom who I will see a whole lot more soon! YAY!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8) Amy D (You don't have a blog and this is a reason to start one.  You are hilarious, and I would read it every day!!!) &lt;/span&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/3912114022281884014-2715582756427387673?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2715582756427387673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2715582756427387673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2715582756427387673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2715582756427387673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/10/freeze.html' title='FREEZE...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1564072447973608737</id><published>2010-10-05T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:41:59.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Around....LoL/ LoL</title><content type='html'>Some friends of mine, &lt;a href="http://zehlahlum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofazookeeper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;, are doing a blog series called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt; which stands for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Littles&lt;/span&gt;/Lots of Laughs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They both have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt; and lots of laughs, so I HIGHLY recommend that you click on their names and check out their blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I, on the other hand, do not have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt;, but the little one I do have is FULL of laughs.  I guess you could say that I can try to participate at about 50% (gotta keep my math teach skills sharp).  Today's posts are still introductory posts.  I  invite you to stick around and you may even learn something new about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;1. If you weren't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; what do you think you'd miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;     This is pretty easy for me since I haven't been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; for very long.  I would miss the random hugs and snuggles throughout the day.  I would miss the hilarious things that Jo says every 5 minutes (that I forget 5 seconds later).  However, the thing I would miss the most would be Jo waking me up every morning.  She is my alarm clock, and she wakes me up in a different way each day. It may be a song or an animal noise.  She may try to scare me (not my favorite).  Today it was by being an owl.  There is nothing better than waking up to see her smiling face 2 inches from mine every morning. Well, it might be better if it were after 8. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a favorite family ritual?&lt;br /&gt;     It is sad for me to admit that I can't think of a ritual for our whole family.  Every since I had Johanna, Brian and I have been on pretty opposite schedules.  This equaled little to no time when all three of us were together at once.  It was hard.  This is why Brian made the career change and started his own business, and I am now a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt;.  However, we have basically been living in two different states since he started the business in March.  Jo and I are set to move down in a few weeks, so I hope to add to the list of family rituals soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;However, I have several rituals with Jo that I LOVE. One would be Movie Night.  I let her pick the movie, we lay on the floor, and we eat ice cream and other treats for dinner during the movie. It equals a later and sometimes dicey bedtime, but it is a total blast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you the only cook in your house?&lt;br /&gt;     Yes and no. I would say I cook about 95% of the time.  Brian can cook and will do the occasional specialty lasagna or BBQ ribs (which he loves to do).  I am definitely the day to day cook. I really enjoy cooking and baking for my family.  However, Brian always runs the grill.  I have never touched the grill except to buy it for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you a good housekeeper?&lt;br /&gt;     Not quite sure how to answer this... I guess I would say yes. I hold myself to standards that I would NEVER hold anyone else to in that area.  It is part of my perfectionism that my counselor (yes, I am in therapy) is working with me on right now.  It is a control issue for me, and it's not a good thing.  Going into this is a whole other can of worms for another day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you and your husband do for couple time?&lt;br /&gt;     We don't have much of this right now with the whole different states thing going on.  When we do see each other we like to have date nights with dinner and a movie or maybe some shopping.  We watch Community and The Office together  every week and might be adding Outsourced to that list.  I love Thursday T.V.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the one parenting rule that you never break?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...this is tough one.  I have broken most of my rules at least once.  I am pretty big on respect for others...especially adults. As a teacher I dealt with TOO MANY kids that never learned to live under authority. She definitely knows that there is an order of authority.  Mommy and Daddy are in charge of her.  God is in charge of mommy and daddy.  Johanna is in charge of her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aminals&lt;/span&gt;" (meaning stuffed animals).  She tells me this everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you want your kiddos to grow up knowing?&lt;br /&gt;     I want her to know that God loves her unconditionally, and that NOTHING can separate her from that love.  I spend a lot of time reminding her that Mommy and Daddy will ALWAYS love her NO MATTER WHAT and that she is a beautiful person inside and out. I want her to know that we ALL make poor decisions, but they don't define who we are unless we let them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What role does faith play in your life?&lt;br /&gt;     Faith definitely plays a central role in my life.  That is not to say that I don't make the occasional (hourly or more frequent) mistake.   I would like to say that my faith directs every area of my life, but my control-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;freakish&lt;/span&gt; self stands in the way a lot (sorry about that God).  Thankfully, I am a redeemed child of God, and somehow He loves me despite all the crap I do/ think/ say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the most important item in your home?&lt;br /&gt;     I would DEFINITELY feel the most lost without my laptop  and my cell phone.  I am a notorious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;txt'er&lt;/span&gt; and I am often preoccupied with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; or blogs. I also LOVE researching things on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  For some reason it makes me feel knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are there any more kids in your future?&lt;br /&gt;     I hope so!  God willing I would definitely like to have more kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you see yourself five years from now?&lt;br /&gt;     I am moving out of state in less than 5 weeks, so five years is hard to imagine.  I have learned that whenever I speculate about what my life will look like, God likes to have a good laugh.  I have gone through so much in the last 5 months that I will admit that I have NO IDEA where I see myself in 5 years.  That is a HUGE statement from a control freak planner like me.  That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading a snapshot into the life of Rachel. I am glad to see you made it out in one piece (I am not sure about whether or not I will!).   You are all invited to play along!!  Link your blogs to ours and leave a comment so we can find our way to you, answer in my comment section. Enhance our feeling of community! YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="lws_0"&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_outer" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div class="linkwithin_inner" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 358px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3912114022281884014-1564072447973608737?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1564072447973608737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1564072447973608737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1564072447973608737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1564072447973608737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/10/playing-aroundlol-lol.html' title='Playing Around....LoL/ LoL'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8638054182510158815</id><published>2010-09-29T16:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:36:22.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastes of Fall......</title><content type='html'>The move date was/ is set.  Originally we were set to move into the house in Lexington on Oct. 15th.  However, that date has gotten pushed back to the 22nd.  I definitely feel like I am scrambling to see a lot of people and do a lot of things before I leave.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of the house for the curious folk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Front of house... bet you couldn't tell (hehe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_04.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fenced in backyard with a small patio and deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_01.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the living room (looking at the front door) taken from the dining room/ kitchen area.  It's a pretty open concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_07.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&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;Fireplace in the living room.  It's wood-burning which is what I like :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_08.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&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;Part of the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_09.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&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; The rest of the kitchen.  I am CELEBRATING counter space!!  For those of you who know me, you know that I LOVE to cook and bake.  The kitchen in our house in Wooster is...well, let's just say it doesn't have as much counter space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_02.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third bedroom which we will use as a guest room and office area as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_03.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I copied the rest from the website as one huge picture, so I will list what you are looking at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Dining room right off of the kitchen (basically one huge room)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Upstairs full bath that will be right next to Jo's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Downstairs half bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- 6) All Pics of the master bedroom.  Yes, it has it's own bath and walk in closet.  I am in HEAVEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-8) 2nd bedroom which will be Jo's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="420" rowspan="3" bgcolor="#223786"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_10.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_11.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_12.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_13.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_14.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_15.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_16.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://mediall.rapmls.com/lbarmls/listingpics/bigphoto/029/1012129_17.jpg" alt="Lexington" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#223786" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#223786" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually really relieved that we are just renting while for now.  I know that it means another move in the future, but I am not ready to buy another house.  We signed a pretty long lease (over a year) so at least I know we will be there long enough that it is worth getting really settled.  The people we are renting from are awesome (same boat as us- couldn't sell their house so they decided to rent it out). They don't care if we paint or anything.  Plus, we can get a dog without any extra charge. Which is good b/c we are planning on getting Jo a puppy for Christmas.  That is a topic for a post another day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Johanna's last gymnastics class here. So, of course she asked if we could make cookies for everyone. I stupidly said yes and even told her that she could pick the kind.  She chose cut-outs before I could tell her that she could choose anything she wanted besides cut- outs.  They are just so much work! I suppose I could swallow my pride and not do everything from scratch.  Lets face it folks, that's not going to happen....call it the masochistic side of my personality. So, we made heart  cut-outs last night as well as pumpkin muffins and chocolate pumpkin bread. I figure if I'm going to make my kitchen a wreck, I might as well make as much as I can!  She is such a good helper in the kitchen.  She LOVED cutting out the cookies and putting them on the baking sheet.  This morning she helped me make pink butter cream frosting.  I frosted and she decorated with all sorts of sprinkles and candies (all while sampling of course).  By the time we got to gymnastics she was so hopped up on sugar.....let's just say she had a little extra bounce today.  I am sure her teacher was very thankful.  I made sure to leave her 4 cookies and 2 muffins as penance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I didn't love to bake and eat.  One without the other would be better for my jeans.  I always say my jeans don't lie (sung to the tune of hips don't lie by Shakira).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, we are back at home.  Cookies and muffins were shared.  Jo has crashed from all the sugar and is half asleep on the big comfy chair in our living room.  My kitchen is a wreck and I have frosting and sprinkles all over the dining room (which has carpet).  I went to clean up, and I realized that this was probably the last time I will make cut-outs (and have to clean up the ensuing mess) in my house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my house.  I worked hard to make this house what it is.   I have so many memories of baking in this house.  It is in this house where I developed my love for cooking and baking.  Before here I thought I didn't like to cook.  It was hamburger helper or rice-a-roni....a lot! I am ready to say good-bye to this house, my first house, but I still know it will be sad.  This is the house Johanna came home to that chilly February day (It was 2007 Superbowl Sunday and it was FREEZING.  I'm talking subzero temps...which I will not miss).  I have so many memories in this house.....good and bad, but mostly good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I will take the memories with me wherever I go.  I hope that whoever lives here here next enjoys it as much as I have.  It's a great house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole post feels very random, but I think I know where it all started.  As I was cooking yesterday, I kept thinking about how much I love fall.  It is my favorite season.  I love baking with fall tastes of pumpkin and apple.  I love the changing leaves and the cooler temperatures and crisp air.  Everything that comes with fall just feels so different than summer or winter.  It is such a beautiful transition....beautiful way to experience change.  Tastes of fall make me think of tastes of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will take that attitude into the much bigger change that is happening in my life and realize that transition can be beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8638054182510158815?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8638054182510158815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8638054182510158815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8638054182510158815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8638054182510158815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/tastes-of-fall.html' title='Tastes of Fall......'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8639476927193614392</id><published>2010-09-22T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:50:18.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Johanna, like many three year old children (who NEVER stop talking), if full of little pearls of wisdom that make parenting a toddler slightly more humorous than torturous.  Haven't we all had those moments when we were so frustrated but then they do or say something that is sooooo inappropriate (and usually takes  place in public) that we have to turn away so they don't see us laughing.  This could range from doing the "booty pop" (no idea where she learned this) to asking mommy to play Ke$ha from her ipod while at church. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's completely appropriate moment of course took place in the car where nobody could witness that I do actually teach my child things that don't involve dancing or lyrics that at age 15 would keep her locked in her room until she was 35.  On the way home from my dad's house (affectionately known as papi) Johanna was being louder than normal.  Normal would be incessant talking that ranges between 4 and 5 on the Richter scale.  This is defined as&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Noticeable shaking of indoor items, rattling noises. Significant damage unlikely." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's talking (singing/ pirate chanting) was more around a 5- 6 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Can cause major damage to poorly constructed buildings over small regions. At most slight damage to well-designed buildings.).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Her sing-song event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; eventually turned into a very dramatic version of fake sneezes which apparently are very humorous to people under the age of 4.  When I, frustrated and tired....... I mean- quiet and calm,  asked her to quiet down and told her that sneezes weren't that loud, she said, "But mom, that's the way Jesus made them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nice.   So glad that Jesus makes it in there in the car while Ke$ha gets the stage at church.&lt;/span&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/3912114022281884014-8639476927193614392?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8639476927193614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8639476927193614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8639476927193614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8639476927193614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/witty-wednesday.html' title='Witty Wednesday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7301033421158111851</id><published>2010-09-21T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:12:08.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty for Ashes</title><content type='html'>This songs has really been speaking to me lately, so I thought I would share it with you.  Hope it sends some encouragement your way as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty for Ashes by Crystal Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;He gives beauty for ashes&lt;br /&gt;Strength for fear&lt;br /&gt;Gladness for mourning&lt;br /&gt;Peace for despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sorrow seems to surround you&lt;br /&gt;When suffering hangs heavy oer your head&lt;br /&gt;Know that tomorrow brings&lt;br /&gt;Wholeness and healing&lt;br /&gt;God knows your need&lt;br /&gt;Just believe what He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives beauty for ashes&lt;br /&gt;Strength for fear Gladness for mourning&lt;br /&gt;Peace for despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When what youve done keeps you from moving on&lt;br /&gt;When fear wants to make itself at home in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Know that forgiveness brings&lt;br /&gt;Wholeness and healing&lt;br /&gt;God knows your need&lt;br /&gt;Just believe what He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives beauty for ashes&lt;br /&gt;Strength for fear Gladness for mourning&lt;br /&gt;Peace for despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost but God has found me&lt;br /&gt;Though I was bound Ive been set free&lt;br /&gt;Ive been made righteous in His sight&lt;br /&gt;A display of His splendor all can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives beauty for ashes&lt;br /&gt;Strength for fear Gladness for mourning&lt;br /&gt;Peace for despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7301033421158111851?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7301033421158111851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7301033421158111851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7301033421158111851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7301033421158111851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/beauty-for-ashes.html' title='Beauty for Ashes'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6230016089672289420</id><published>2010-09-12T00:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:48:17.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Hurts</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I have been going through a painful learning and growing process these past few months.  I have learned many things about myself some of which aren't the greatest....but I'm working on that.  I also have been reminded about how strong I am, and that I have amazing people in my life that will help me when the going gets tough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's why this post is somewhat painful to write.  One of the things that I am working on is being more real with people that are trustworthy.  People that I should be real with.  I usually want to just gloss over my feelings and make it look like everything is perfect.  I have found that most other people like that as well.  It makes me neat and clean....not needy, and not difficult to deal with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, underneath it all I actually have feelings (don't die of shock...this is actually REALLY hard for me to admit).  I do get bothered by things.  My feelings get hurt just like other people. I still am not exactly the oversensitive type.  I don't get ruffled easily, but it does happen.  When it does happen I need to be able to admit that it happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful that I have people who have seen me for who I am ....the good, the bad, and the ugly, and still love me unconditionally. People who would give anything for me when times are good or bad.  People who I don't have to explain my feelings to because they already "get it", and people who somehow know what I need without me always having to ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you have even one person in your life that fits this glorious description....be grateful.  They are precious gems that are a blessing to find and should be treasured for a lifetime.  They can never be replaced.  They grow in value as years go by.  Their worth cannot be measured. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6230016089672289420?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6230016089672289420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6230016089672289420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6230016089672289420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6230016089672289420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/learning-hurts.html' title='Learning Hurts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5639913374988490652</id><published>2010-09-10T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:24:20.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite F-words</title><content type='html'>In honor of Friday and the beginning of the Fair.  I find it fitting that I make a list of all my favorite f-words.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family (what a blessing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fantastic (I say this all the time.  It's a bit ridiculous)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fabulous (A close second to Fantastic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried Cheese on a Stick (the most AMAZING fair food ever.  SERIOUSLY.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun (my middle name)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends (love them and am so blessed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football (LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!  Go BUCKS tomorrow!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fair (love me some cheese on a stick.  Plus, it's a great way to get an ego boost. Have you seen some of those people?! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Fries (Fair style WITH vinegar please)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fusion (the BEST workout class EVER in the history of mankind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funnel Cake (I actually prefer an elephant ear, but Brian does like himself some funnel cake!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny (I humor myself on a regular basis)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday (The day that leads into the weekend is always a good thing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak (Probably my most used "not nice" word.  Other drivers are often one of these.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to add to my list! Have a Fabulous and Fantastic Fall Friday :-)&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/3912114022281884014-5639913374988490652?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5639913374988490652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5639913374988490652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5639913374988490652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5639913374988490652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/favorite-f-words.html' title='Favorite F-words'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7651666655057988823</id><published>2010-09-02T07:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:06:18.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom reading...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, but I am learning that they can often be obsessed with going to the bathroom. This, of course, is only true when we are in public and when I have a cart full of groceries at the opposite end of the store. I have heard friends talk about this bathroom syndrome as well.  I am starting to wonder if it is mostly girls too.  My friends with boys haven't appeared to have the same problem.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the kids know they "have us" because they know we don't want to discourage them using the bathroom.  I have actually had to make the rule that we cannot only use the public restroom more than 2 times during any one trip to that place.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other side of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; (beside the obvious annoyance of having to take her to the bathroom ALL THE TIME) is that Jo is just now starting to become more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; in the bathroom.  She actually goes into the stall by herself and I wait right outside the stall (and in her mind I AM NOT permitted to even touch the door while she is in there...good thing I know better than to leave my 3 year old in charge).   In some ways this is fantastic.  I still have to check the stall and put toilet paper down, but other than that it is a little easier than helping her through the whole routine.   However, new problems have presented themselves due to this situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is the possible locking of the door.  I have told her repeatedly NOT to lock the door while she is in there.  As you know, 3 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; always listen, so I was shocked when she locked the door one day while in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buehlers&lt;/span&gt; bathroom. This in and of itself isn't that big of a deal. The big deal came when she COULDN'T unlock the door to get out.  I tried coaching her through the task while all the elderly ladies coming in and out gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt; smiles that hid (not really)their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; with the situation. I told God that I would really like to draw the line at crawling on the bathroom floor surrounded by other people. As mothers we are asked to embarrass ourselves on a daily basis, but this was a bit much for me.  Thankfully, God took pity on me, and Jo got the door open.  I   will take pity if it save me from crawling on the nasty floor.  Did I mention I was wearing a dress?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are all new options for getting into trouble while left alone in the stall.  Usually, she will just do her business.  But, there is always the possibility of taking WAY too much toilet paper or pulling the emergency cord while using the bathroom at the hospital.  Yup, that's right.  While visiting my sis-in-law at the hospital yesterday (she had a beautiful baby girl!), Johanna used the bathroom in the room several times.  She save the best for last when she pulled the emergency cord next to the toilet.  The nurse came rushing in (at least we know it works), and I had to have another talk with Jo about the only things we touch in the bathroom.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Maybe Jo has a future in product testing and development. She would be good at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7651666655057988823?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7651666655057988823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7651666655057988823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7651666655057988823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7651666655057988823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/bathroom-reading.html' title='Bathroom reading...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1635350238640042718</id><published>2010-08-24T07:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:17:30.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new kind of normal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/THO4DI3h_2I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z2Z_GiHZwgk/s1600/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so grateful for all the people who have been supporting me and checking-in on me since the school year has begun.  I have been readily reminded of how many wonderful people I have in my life- what a true blessing.  I figured I would write a quick post about this.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my readers who don't know what is going on: I taught 7th grade at Rittman Middle School for two years, but resigned from my job at the end of last year because Brian started his own business in Lexington, KY and we were needing to move.  At that point I never anticipated still being around wooster when school started again. I LOVE still getting to hang out with all my really close friends here.  However, it was definitely weird to be around when a lot of them were getting ready to go back to the classroom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I will really just miss the people I worked with as well as being a professional and knowing my opinion counted for something.  I really love the education field, and I know I will return one day.   On the flip side, I really love getting to be home with Johanna.  I have noticed a HUGE improvement in her because of this.  I know that I am doing the right thing for her.  I am finding ways to keep very busy (or I wouldn't be me!) and am reconnecting to the daytime community of other moms.  I am doing things for myself again....which feels great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the first day with students.  I wanted to know how the day went, but I didn't desire to be teaching it.  This is right for me for now, and I am going to enjoy it!  I decided to home school Johanna for preschool since our life is kind of in limbo right now.  I spent her rest time yesterday writing a week's worth of lesson plans.  Yes, I am still a teacher at heart!  It is going to be fun, and I am enjoying getting to utilize my vast organizational skills :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is all for now.  Sorry, nothing witty or thought provoking.  Just an update on us....and we are good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/THO4DI3h_2I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z2Z_GiHZwgk/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508949133263765346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/3912114022281884014-1635350238640042718?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1635350238640042718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1635350238640042718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1635350238640042718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1635350238640042718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-kind-of-normal.html' title='A new kind of normal..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/THO4DI3h_2I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/z2Z_GiHZwgk/s72-c/IMG_3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3369127488624790388</id><published>2010-08-15T21:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:37:09.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Syndromes...mine or my child's?</title><content type='html'>Life with a 3 year old....definitely a new kind of normal to say the least!  Why is it that some parents, or should I say "I", always try to have our kid(s) avoid the life defining characteristics that society may deem "not the best".  What the heck does society know anyway? Have you taken a good look around out there lately?  I have been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; at 11 p.m.....I know what society looks like, so I am not sure why I even care! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is this coming from you may ask.....there is a newsflash coming:  JOHANNA IS AN ONLY CHILD.  That's right.  I said it.  Go ahead and assume what you want about any possible reasoning, but the bottom line remains the same.  I find myself constantly talking about this point with everyone...including the mom just standing next to me at the library.  I haven't decided whether it is just me being self conscious about the fact that she is an only child, societies pressure to have more than one child, or a combination of both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, I have decided that I am tired of fighting the battle of taming those "unwanted" only child characteristics everyone is always talks about.  So, here are some notes of importance to people who are unsure of this only child thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  She does know how to play with other kids.  She was in the care of other people with other children during the school year since the time she was born.  But even if that weren't true...she would be FINE.  Good grief people, it's not like we're hermits.  There are children for her to play with EVERYWHERE from cousins  to play-dates with friends to library fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  She does know how to play by herself. She has time everyday where she gets to entertain herself.  We call it "rest time" since she still still takes a nap during that time at least a few days a week.  But, sometimes she just plays.  The only rule is that she has to stay in her room (and not play with her non dress-up clothes, and not get into her closet, and not play with her curtains, and not call for me unless blood is involved...I guess more than one rule).  She does this very well.  I would like to say that I do this to teach her creativity and to have the ability to entertain herself, but lets face it- 75% of the reason for "rest time" is called MOMMY'S SANITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  She does get a lot of individual attention.  IS THIS SUCH A BAD THING PEOPLE?  What do you want me to do...ignore her?  When she asks me a question, am I supposed to pause for an extra 30 seconds and pretend that I have another child I am dealing with? The fact that she gets a lot of individual attention does not mean that I don't teach her what I see as common manners, sharing skills,  patience, and to not interrupt when adults are speaking.  What it does mean is that she could tell the difference between a pentagon and a hexagon at age 2...not because she is a genius but because she has a math teacher mom who is her number one playmate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  She still watches T.V. sometimes.  I TOTALLY admit that having one child at this age isn't nearly as difficult as having more than one.  DO YOU HEAR ME????  I KNOW THIS!!  She can do a lot for herself and it is usually pretty easy to leave the house.  However, I do tire just like most human beings, and have been known to occasionally let her watch TV.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, she watches some pretty much everyday.  Guess I can kiss good-bye the Mother of the Year Award. Oh well. Let me pause while I shed a tear...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Lastly, I am still allowed to talk about how dealing with a high energy 3 year old can be difficult.  That DOESN'T mean that I am saying my life is harder than yours, so I DON'T need some comment about how I should try doing it with 2 or 3 of them.  That is NOT PRODUCTIVE. Why do moms always feel like they have to be so DARN competitive?  Can't we just be there for each other instead of feeling like we should point out how we've had it worse?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  If and when I have more children is pretty much not anyone business.  I personally think that having another kid just so that Johanna isn't an only child is a pretty lousy reason to have another baby....at least without considering all other life circumstances.  I mean, how would you like that to be your story?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom and Dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jonny's&lt;/span&gt; parents were telling the story about when they decided to try to have him.  They told him their family felt like something was missing, and he was it....the missing puzzle piece.  Is that why you had me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No. Sorry sweetie.  We just thought your older sister was possibly bored or that she would generate better personality characteristics is she wasn't an only child."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would make me feel GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my bottom line is that I think we, as moms, should give ourselves a little grace about how we handle our children (no matter how many we have).  Let's face it, we will never do everything right in other people's eyes, but do we really care? &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3369127488624790388?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3369127488624790388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3369127488624790388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3369127488624790388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3369127488624790388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/pianos-and-princesses.html' title='Syndromes...mine or my child&apos;s?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2884557833930504152</id><published>2010-08-05T13:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:29:18.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am learning....</title><content type='html'>You will have to stay tuned for more stories of life with a toddler.  Today I will leave you with two quotes that have been important to me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As long as you're running in the right direction- to Jesus- you'll find the grace and strength you will need."  - Joe Stowell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jesus is the one to run to when our lives bring grief and pain.  He provides His strength and guidance with a peace we can't explain." - Sper&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2884557833930504152?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2884557833930504152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2884557833930504152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2884557833930504152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2884557833930504152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-i-am-learning.html' title='Things I am learning....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6448180453452720159</id><published>2010-07-28T18:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:41:18.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say...</title><content type='html'>Good news blog-  I don't have much to say!  That is extremely good news for me because it means that things have been a bit more calm lately.  I so appreciate everyones thoughts and prayers as I have been and continue to go through such a stressful time.  I have never been more thankful for my family and friends. It is always interesting to see who really comes through to be there for you when push comes to shove.  Sometimes it's not who you would expect and the people you would expect to be there are nowhere to be found. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have one things to talk about.  I have been helping out with middle school volleyball conditioning this past week.  Today was my second time helping.  I have been having the girls do some P90X workouts to get in-shape for the upcoming season.  Mostly, I have been watching to see some dedication and REAL effort.  On Monday, I had the girls do the Cardio X workout.  It's not too bad, but nothing in P90X is easy (I know some of you know this!).  Today I had them do the mother of all workouts- Plyometrics.  It is a KILLER workout.  I am happy to report that most of the girls tried pretty hard.  They were exhausted at the end.  I don't quite think they get the point of trying to push themselves, but we'll keep working on that.  We probably could have had a slip-n-slide on the gym floor with all the sweat.  I was literally sliding around during the cool down.  Are knees supposed to sweat?  I looked like I had just gotten out of the shower.  It was very attractive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The SAD thing is that I (who haven't worked out hard core in several months) could run those girls into the ground (and I told/showed them so).  What is happening to our youth that an almost 30 year old is in better shape than a group of middle schoolers?  A lot of them look like they should be in good shape, but then they putter out about 1/4 of the way through.  I remember spending my middle school summers running around outside, riding my bike everywhere, and staying out late to play flashlight tag.  Maybe I should be thanking my parents for never letting me play video games, giving me tv coupons (so I could only watch so much tv a week), and paying me extra allowance to watch NO tv and read extra books for one month out of each summer (way to go Dad!).    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hereby promise to make Johanna ride her bike to friends houses so they can play OUTSIDE.  I promise to make her use tv coupons and stick to it even when she is driving me insane whining about wanting to watch a show when the coupons are gone.  I promise that she will be able to outrun me when she is in middle school (I will be almost 40 then....AHHHHH).  I promise that someone will need to remind me of these promises!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6448180453452720159?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6448180453452720159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6448180453452720159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6448180453452720159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6448180453452720159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-say.html' title='What to say...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3483874202902457166</id><published>2010-07-19T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:25:37.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Mommy-</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have begun to rediscover myself as a mommy lately.  Things were so crazy during the house prep and with the other stresses we have been going though...well, let's just say that I am not exactly in the running for Mother-of-the-Year.  I have been feeling more like my picture would be posted on some new mom training site as an example of what not to do.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that I think a lot of this has been less obvious to Jo.  She has just assumed mom was "grumpy" a little more often than normal.  Since things have calmed down a bit, I have taken more time to actually "be" with her instead of just being around her.  It has been fabulous :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not trying to say that everything is always great now.  She still frustrates me past the point of sanity and asks a million questions a day (many that I have already answered at least 5 times).  She still makes messes a lot and whines even more (really working on this one-will keep you posted).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, she also gives the best hugs.  The kind where she just wraps her arms around my neck and picks her feet up off the ground.  She has the BEST smile..a little crooked like her halo. Her laugh is contagious and she is constantly trying to make me laugh.  She is quite the comedian.  She loves to dance and sing and get others to join in the fun.  She bounces wherever she goes and when I am calm enough to not be frustrated with her energy I realize that she is JUST LIKE ME!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has the best sense of humor.  Many people who knew me growing up comment on how much Jo is like me.   I think they think of the tough things like the fact that she tries to be super manipulative (even at the age of 3!), is high energy pretty much all the time, and likes to be the center of attention.  I like to think about her love for others- like whenever someone is crying she wants to give them a hug, rub their back, and really cares about what is bothering them.  She is a great comforter.  She loves going to church and learning about her friend Jesus (whom she is constantly looking for). Her laugh and smile light up a room, and her sense of humor brightens my every day.  She is friendly to everyone and has a way of making others feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....when people tell me I got what I deserved- I'd like to think they are right.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of Jo, here is a top ten of her favorite things to do so far this summer-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Popsicles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch movies or new shows with mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch music videos on mommy's computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dig for worms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch lightening bugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play pirates with mommy (you should have seen our pirate ship made out of a Dora chair...pretty sweet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3483874202902457166?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3483874202902457166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3483874202902457166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3483874202902457166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3483874202902457166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/finding-mommy.html' title='Finding Mommy-'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2045794083903813103</id><published>2010-07-16T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:26:46.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitation Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think that the open houses went well.  I am just glad that a lot of the work is done..... for now.  I feel like I can start to live again....I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Short sweet and to the point-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agitation number 2- People who are what I like to call "masters of the obvious."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can come in various forms.  Sometimes I think that people can fall into this category because they don't want to appear narcissistic even though they know full well that people were talking about them.  I mean, really folks.  Lets just own up to what we all know is true.  You don't need to overstate the obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best example I can come up with about this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; when I was pregnant.  I absolutely HATED going anywhere the last weeks of my pregnancy.  There were the comments. Those of you who have kids know exactly what I am talking about.  Comments such as-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Oh, no baby yet?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You're still around huh?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When is that baby coming out?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Still pregnant, huh?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing the people wanted to clear up the fact that I was still pregnant b/c the over 8lb kid squirming around in my stomach didn't make it obvious or anything.  I know they meant well, and probably really cared...or at least wanted to pretend to care which is more than some people (should we be masters of the obvious and try to guess who I am talking to here?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line advice for me (as in advice for everyone else too!)-  I will try not to state things that are obvious.  Also, if I have a pretty strong feeling that someone is talking about me, I am probably right.  Good mental notes here folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2045794083903813103?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2045794083903813103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2045794083903813103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2045794083903813103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2045794083903813103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/agitation-part-2.html' title='Agitation Part 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-917292000479642074</id><published>2010-07-14T22:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:06:03.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitation...</title><content type='html'>So I decided that instead of wishing for circumstances that lead to blogs about puppies and flowers maybe I should continue my dramatic "angry girl" semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt; blogging that seems to be so enjoyed by my friends (thanks guys!).  I guess this is a very real side of me (having a contempt for the human race) that I don't normally let out until you have known me for awhile.  Usually things are all puppies and flowers until the friendship has moved to the "you know way too much about me and I know way too much about you to ever stab you in the back" stage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what got me thinking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; agitation of choice, but here it is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I really hate when people find a way to unload serious emotional baggage on you when they know that you have NO WAY to respond to the situation.  SERIOUSLY.  If you look up "selfish" in the dictionary, I am pretty sure that you will find a picture of such people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples..I know you want examples.  Everyone always wants examples (I think that goes along with the teacher side of me.  The whole...."I don't care how you do it as long as you can explain it to me or give me an example" thing.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example One- People who call you and unload IMPORTANT information when they KNOW that you cannot talk back (i.e. you are with other people that cannot/ should not hear what you are talking about). Seriously folks....people do this to make themselves feel better.  They get to say their piece while the other person gets to say "uh-huh, yeah."  So they get to feel better and the other person is left feeling like they would rather be licking one of those shards-o-glass freeze pops from the anti-tobacco ads. How about actually calling back when you know the other person can talk.  Rocket science, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example Two- People who send you information by email/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you do not know how to respond to. Should you email/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them back or will that create some sort of drama.  Tone can be difficult to detect from an email or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Do they want you to write back?  Do they want to be left alone? Good GRIEF people...just SAY how the other person can respond.  Say- "hey, if you have questions or need to talk about this further you can call me from 2 to 4." Or how about even a simple, "call if you have questions or concerns."  DON'T leave people not knowing what their options are b/c it will have them going for a second shards-o-glass freezer pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that two examples is sufficient for now.  I'm sure I will have a new agitation for you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-917292000479642074?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/917292000479642074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=917292000479642074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/917292000479642074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/917292000479642074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/agitation.html' title='Agitation...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8507903771358476960</id><published>2010-07-13T22:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:53:51.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day...</title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow our realtor is bringing all the agents from her office through our house, and then we have a "for real" open house on Thursday.  It is hard to believe that all of this is finally taking place.  I have been working so hard for the past month, and I am happy that the end of "house projects 301" is in sight.  I am forever indebted to friends and family for all their help.  I have had an amazing support network, and I couldn't have gotten through the last couple months without them (so sappy, I know).  So, to those of you who have been there with tools in hand, toys in tote, or ears willing to listen........thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8507903771358476960?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8507903771358476960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8507903771358476960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8507903771358476960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8507903771358476960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-day.html' title='The big day...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2699744619499075604</id><published>2010-07-11T17:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:17:28.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our house is officially on the market as of tomorrow.  We have two open houses this week and probably some more showings.  While this is a good thing in theory, I have to admit that I am completely overwhelmed with bringing all the of house projects to completion and keeping up with all the regular stuff (laundry etc.).  I HATE admitting that I cannot do everything, so this is a pretty big thing for me to say.  So, here is a run down on some things that I realized since the last time I wrote-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You should not try to spray paint anything inside the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Coccia House pizza is still the BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A tired 3 year old can be more difficult to handle than a dull knife stabbing me in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think I know more than half of the people working at Lowes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you have to go to the same store more than 3 times on the same day, they should give you a prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am SOOOOOOO thankful for amazing friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Losing touch with people who are important to you SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you are trying to sell your house you should buy stock in cleaning products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I should take people up on all offers of help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am thankful that my daughter should have no memory of how awful I have been as a mom during the past month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks for sticking with me through all the drama.  One day my posts will be happier..........I hope!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2699744619499075604?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2699744619499075604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2699744619499075604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2699744619499075604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2699744619499075604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5362190454791927228</id><published>2010-07-02T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:00:39.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bribery....I mean Parenting</title><content type='html'>Since I am so sick of Johanna's lack of going to bed skills, I pulled a parenting hail mary.  Yup, I bribed her.  I guess I do this more than I would like.  I try really hard to teach her to obey because it is what is best for her and not because she will receive some extrinsic reward.  However, I think I have mentioned that my child is 3 and desperate times call for desperate measures.  I found these adorable child-sized press-on nails on clearance the other day.  I bought them knowing exactly what I was going to use them for------an attempt at nighttime peace.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that so far I have not had to go up there again.  The bad news is that it is still early and I probably cursed myself by posting this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5362190454791927228?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5362190454791927228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5362190454791927228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5362190454791927228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5362190454791927228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/07/briberyi-mean-parenting.html' title='Bribery....I mean Parenting'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4406967145710234805</id><published>2010-06-29T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:33:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am changing my name...</title><content type='html'>If you've ever had "one of those" evenings with your child, then this is the post for you.  If you have every wanted to change your name from "mommy" or "daddy" (because of &lt;a href="http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/quickie.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) then this is the post for you.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad thing is that I really spent hardly any time with Jo today.  She spent the day with one of her best friends, Katelyn, whose mom graciously agreed to watch her so I could get some work done on the house with a good friend .  The day went great.  We got a lot done, and I was excited to see Johanna when I went to pick her up at 5:00.  Then, it began all over again...life with a 3 year old.  She didn't want to come with me from Katelyn's house (of course....I really can't blame her on that one).   Then, it was WW3 to get ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;.  Yup folks, that's right.  I had no child again from 6:30 until 8:30 while she was having a blast at Vacation Bible School.  Not only did I not have a child, but I got to spend quality time with a good friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  When I picked her up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; things seemed well.  She was her usual 3 year old self (think girl with a curl right in the middle of her forehead), but we had fun on the way home, and she went straight upstairs to get ready for bed (could this be actually happening) at which point she flooded the entire bathroom while I was getting the laundry.   I have no words at this point.  Let's just say that plugging the sink and letting the water run full blast can make a big mess in a short amount of time (did I mention we are trying to see our house).  I don't recommend trying this at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got her in bed in time to try and get all the trash out for tomorrow before I fell over of sheer exhaustion (good thing I had that sixth cup of coffee).  I came back in the house to find her at the top of the stairs and needing to go to the bathroom AGAIN.  I once again have no words (this is not normal for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so here I sit, writing as she is calling "mommy, mommy, mommy...." needing something that I am SURE she doesn't really need.  I think I am changing my name.  At least until tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4406967145710234805?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4406967145710234805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4406967145710234805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4406967145710234805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4406967145710234805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-i-am-changing-my-name.html' title='Why I am changing my name...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2372774529451843506</id><published>2010-06-24T20:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:25:39.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TCQSJq8LWxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/AyQPZroOtok/s1600/johanna.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I figure if I start counting to 10 I won't use profanities in my blog post tonight. As I sit here writing, my child is upstairs going to the bathroom and complaining about needing to "gloss" meaning floss.  We put her to bed over half an hour ago.   I have a question for all you parents of toddlers or older children out there.  Please tell me- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WHEN WILL MY CHILD JUST GO TO BED???!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO tired of the 30 minute bedtime routines and then the extra trip to the potty and let me tell you I have tried every strategy in the book to curb this process. When will the day come when my kid will just go to bed or maybe even sleep in past 7 (I might die of shock).  I am seriously over all of this.  UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a cuter note, this is what I walked in to see when she was brushing her teeth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TCQSJq8LWxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/AyQPZroOtok/s1600/johanna.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TCQSJq8LWxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/AyQPZroOtok/s320/johanna.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486530203398920978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, that was her slathering herself with a bunch of Brian's deodorant.  Why do they always have to do something so cute when you just want to be mad?&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/3912114022281884014-2372774529451843506?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2372774529451843506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2372774529451843506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2372774529451843506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2372774529451843506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-2-3-4-5.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4, 5...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/TCQSJq8LWxI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/AyQPZroOtok/s72-c/johanna.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8775818195429079271</id><published>2010-06-23T09:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:05:36.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some friends are like a bowl of ice cream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yesterday I got the chance to spend the day with an AMAZING friend. Let's call her, ummm......June, just for fun.  June came over to help me with some projects around the house (I did mention we are moving, right?). I swear that June and I were separated at birth.  One of those friends who eats like you, thinks like you, acts like you.  SCARY!  When we went out to breakfast she ordered first.  Then I was the embarrassed one who had to say that I wanted the EXACT same thing all the way down to how we like our toast.  We've already discussed that it was good we didn't meet sooner because 1) we would have gotten into way more trouble  2)  we wouldn't have done as well in college (both perfectionists wouldn't ya know).  The bottom line is that spending time with June feels like vacation.  I get to be me- the real me that secretly has contempt for a lot of things.  The me who isn't always perfect or nice.  When you put the ability to truly relax and be real on top of liking to do the same things and stir, you get one fantastic friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; In the evening we went out for sushi- one of my favorite things (Brian HATES it, so I don't get it often enough).   We got lost on our way to the sushi place on Wadsworth (no good sushi in Wooster.  Don't believe anyone who tells you different). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of you from this area might be asking how a person gets lost in Wadsworth.  Good question.  The answer might have something to do with the fact that the main road was completed block off.  Why you might ask? Not sure I have the why.  What I do know is that they were having a parade.  A parade on a Tuesday.  A parade that consisted of nothing more than what looked like a bunch of people walking down the street in shorts and t-shirts.  Did I mention this was in Wadsworth?  I am not trying to offend, but what does Wadsworth have to celebrate? Period.  Let alone on a Tuesday night.  Let alone thinking they need to completely block route 94.  Seriously.  I was only slightly agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After much chagrin, we found our way to the restaurant, had a GREAT dinner, did some shopping, and then headed home to watch some Gilmore Girls (our fav show) and have a big bowl of chocolate peanut butter ice cream.  I must note that I don't typically like chocolate ice cream.  But this ice cream was different.  It was the kind with huge chunks and swirls of peanut butter in it...so rich and decadent.  It was delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I am sitting here this a.m., I am thinking about my fantastic day, my amazing friend, and that bowl of ice cream.  Good friends are kind of like that ice cream. They are something you look forward to and sometimes even crave to be with. They bring a richness to life that makes you say ahhhhhhhh and feel at home.  They are surprising (hello peanut butter chunks) and there is never a dull moment.  Even the quiet moments (just chocolate) are comfortable and fulfilling.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This horrible analogy made me realized how blessed I am to have friends like this in my life.  Not just regular go out and have fun friends, or can have a deep conversation with friends.  I am talking about friends who will tell you when part of your boob is hanging out the side of your swimsuit or if you have a booger stuck on your nose ring.  The kind of friends who helps you decide which pair of sweatpants make your butt look better so you can still feel kind of cute even when your vegging out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hope you all have friends like that, and I am so glad I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Note- A HUGE thank you to my parents, grandma, great aunt Ginger, and in-laws for taking care of Jo.  Yes, people. I still have a child, and I didn't just give her 20 boxes of bandaids and shut her in her room all day with bread and water.  Thank God for family.  I am sure she had a blast.&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/3912114022281884014-8775818195429079271?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8775818195429079271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8775818195429079271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8775818195429079271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8775818195429079271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-friends-are-like-bowl-of-ice-cream.html' title='Some friends are like a bowl of ice cream...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6647097798491135229</id><published>2010-06-21T12:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:46:43.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Hugs...</title><content type='html'>I thought about posting this morning while Jo was eating breakfast, but I have kinda been sucking on the mom-o-meter lately (see &lt;a href="http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-makes-me-itch.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to find out why).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo woke me up this morning- "Mommy, mommy..It's time to get up now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly squinted one eye open and rolled over (it was 6:56 on my clock, but 7:00 on her clock- make mental note to fix that).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came over to the other side of the bed, about 2 inches from my face, "Mommy, mommy..It's time to get up NOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slowly open up both eyes through the burning sensation realizing I definitely stayed up too late last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this  point Jo starts shoving my glasses on my face, "Get up mommy!  Don't you want to make me breakfast?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I withheld the urge to say my true answer and stumbled downstairs to make some killer homemade oatmeal per my 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; request.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she sat to enjoy her breakfast I sat down to a cup of coffee that I reheated from the day before (too tired to brew new- that's a bad sign).  I get the mug about 3 inches away from my face and the familiar aroma enters my nose.  As I take my first sip I feel the warm and smooth texture spread and I know that everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;......it is an inside hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now having an afternoon inside hug.  Do you think I have a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6647097798491135229?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6647097798491135229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6647097798491135229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6647097798491135229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6647097798491135229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/inside-hugs.html' title='Inside Hugs...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6351200803413206885</id><published>2010-06-20T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:50:39.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie..</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that Johanna's "rest time" = my sanity time.  Example of my daily day long conversations-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Johanna, you play while mommy cleans up the kitchen from breakfast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- Plays for 1 minute.  Then, "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- After checking to make sure that all is ok, "Johanna, stop calling me.  I hear you, but you need to be patient while mommy finishes what she is doing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- Goes back to playing for a minute or two.  Then, mommy, mommy, mommy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mommy, mommy,mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "What do you need Johanna" (maybe a little more annoyed then my typing conveys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "What are ya doing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Dishes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Because they are dirty and Mommy doesn't like messes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Because mommy wants to be able to relax later"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me- "Johanna, because mommy gets tired... like I am tired of talking right now.  You need to play by yourself for a little while so mommy can finish what she is doing.  You can choose to obey, or you can choose to have consequences for disobeying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "ok mommy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes pass.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo- "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK YOU GET THE PICTURE!!&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/3912114022281884014-6351200803413206885?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6351200803413206885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6351200803413206885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6351200803413206885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6351200803413206885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/quickie.html' title='Quickie..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1353327630166511845</id><published>2010-06-18T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:08:37.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change makes me itch</title><content type='html'>Miller Family 10 months down the road.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are preparing to move to Lexington, KY.  That's right.  I said the words, "We're Moving."  Those two words represent a lot in my life right now.  Let's do a top ten-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stress- We NEED to sell our house and it's not even listed right now.  We have started the process, and it should be in the MLS at the beginning of July. Did I mention we're moving.......I think that moving and stress are synonyms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Good-bye-  I resigned from my teaching position which was actually very difficult.  I absolutely LOVE the people I worked with.  There are some people there who hold a very special place in my heart.  They know who they are, and I know that we will be connected forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  New beginnings-  I am gonna be a stay-at-home mama now.  This is very exciting and a little scary at the same time!  I know that it is what is best for my family, and I am excited to spend so much more QT with Jo.  It is still a big change in my life, and it will be strange for me to not be working in a professional environment.  I am sure that I will call people just to get out some "teacher talk" on a regular basis! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  PARTY- I have been trying to spend as much time as possible with friends and family who I will be leaving.  This equals LOTS of good times!  Details will be kept to myself ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Exciting-  We are going to be moving close to some good friends of ours.  I am happy that we already have a built in support network, and I love them dearly.  It is also nice that many of them have kids Johanna's age, so she already has friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Projects-  I did mention that we are selling our house, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Packing- I am not ready to talk about this yet. AHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Transition-  Those of you who know me, know that I like to be in control of things (call it a downfall or a gift).  Since I seriously have NO control over my circumstances, my hair color is going to be changing again soon.  The purple has disappeared (yes, I had purple highlights and it was AWESOME), and now I am ready for something new again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  $$$- Not a word but you get the picture.   Brian has started his own business in Lexington (upcoming post about this).  Between drives, projects, moving, etc... Let's just say $$$ is a pain in my #%&amp;amp;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Mess-  Did I mention we're moving?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, jut a brief look into the Miller house at this stage.  Stay tuned.  It's going to be an interesting ride.  It's good to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-1353327630166511845?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1353327630166511845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1353327630166511845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1353327630166511845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1353327630166511845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2010/06/change-makes-me-itch.html' title='Change makes me itch'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1061655831293341069</id><published>2009-08-18T00:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:25:14.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound or just lack of sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Brian gets totally frustrated with me during the summer. I am always doing a million different things, and I am constantly tired. Yet, I have a tendency to stay up until all hours of the night (1:00 am right now). I am not sure why this is. I have talked about this very trait with other moms only to find they do the same thing. Part of it is probably the peace that comes from a quiet sleepy house. For me, part of it is just because I can. During the school year I could never get away with staying up this late. 5 am comes early, and teaching middle school takes a lot of energy. Johanna has become quite the early riser this summer. Lately, she has been waking up between 6 and 6:30. I guess this is not that much of a difference from the school year, and taking care of a toddler definitely takes a lot of energy. Yet, here I am....still awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I go back to school full-time on Friday. That is not to say I haven't been working already. I have been working in my room almost everyday..including weekends. It is going to be hard to transition Johanna back to the craziness of the school year. Not that the summer hasn't been crazy. This summer has been especially hectic. But, school year craziness has a life all it's own. Plus, it reintroduces the age-old dilemma that many mothers face-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel torn between who I am at work and who I am at home. I am a confident, capable, knowledgeable professional who loves nothing more than nuzzling tousled hair and pretending I'm a kitty. I want to make a difference in the lives of children and show them what is truly important in life while showing my family that they are what is important in my life. I want to teach children to learn and show them that they truly have the ability to achieve their dreams and that their mind is a powerful tool, if they would use it. I want to teach them to dream big and that while they cannot control their circumstances, they certainly can control how they react to those circumstances.... may we all rise above. I want to instill these same values in my own child and show her the importance of helping others while still ensuring her that she comes first. I want to be able to hear her say "I woked up, Mommy" every morning and sleepily say "I can't take a nap" before drifting off to sleep in the afternoon. I want to play playdoh, bake cookies, go to the library, and watch Little Einsteins snuggled on the couch at 7 a.m. I want to go grocery shopping at three stores in one day and buy Jo a giant cookie at one of the stores. I want to always have time to find and let her drive the "car" cart and try to find the moon during the day. I want to draw sidewalk chalk, play at the park, and have picnics with special treats. I want to dance at storytime, and watch her take gymnastics. I want to pick berries and stop at the park to eat some on the way home. I want to read all the children's library books, push trains through the tunnel, build things with blocks, and put all the dolls to sleep "just like mommy." I want to be there for the student who has been hurt and abused by others, who feels they have no one else who believes in them. I want to show they that they can do it; they are valuable. I want to be there for the students who get evicted and lose everything they have or the student whose parent abandons them for a life of selfish indulgence. I wanted to be there for my student who committed suicide. I want to show them that there is hope, God loves them, they all have something to hang on for. I want to do all this without having to hear my daughter say "I miss you really much when you go to work mommy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;These are the things that keep me up at night.... &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/3912114022281884014-1061655831293341069?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1061655831293341069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1061655831293341069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1061655831293341069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1061655831293341069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/profound-or-just-lack-of-sleep.html' title='Profound or just lack of sleep..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3797045679213781801</id><published>2009-08-03T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:34:25.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to ponder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I have learned a lot while enjoying my summer of cooking and baking.  Brian and I have both become much healthier (minus the occasional day or two of splurging!) while participating in a weight-loss challenge that I helped to organize.  We have become much more aware of what we are putting into our bodies and it's overall value, or lack thereof.  We were kind of healthy before, but I definitely have felt convicted to take it to the next level.  So.... now you all get to hear about it!  My convictions have moved past the use of white flour, potatoes, and bread and have once again focused on foods that are good for our bodies as well as the world around us.  Johanna and I love going to the farmers market on Saturday mornings.  My little early riser (she's usually up by 7) makes it easy for us to be there when they open at 8.  I have to admit that I am extremely blessed because I never really have to buy produce.  My dad has 4 gardens this summer, and I am one lucky recipient of MUCH produce!!  We get to eat lots of fresh veggies with every meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond supporting local farmers who use safe practices (no use of pesticides or other poisons), the farmers market encouraged me to become an avid researcher about our food industry.  Most recently, my research has centered around our meat industry. What I have discovered has scared the living daylights out of me!  To learn more, check out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodincmovie.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; movie trailer, and if Food Inc. is still playing in a theater near you then you should definitely go see it.  If the movie trailer peaked your interest then you should read &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatwild.com/basics.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can now say is that I have a renewed conviction to buy less but of better quality by supporting farmers who offer foods that are safe for me and Brian, but most importantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foods that are safe for my growing baby.   Who knows what the developmental effects of these horrible practices will be down the road?  My goal is for me to make these changes without increasing my grocery budget, but by changing a few things around.  So far it has been a success!  I will keep you posted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to ask questions, or let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3797045679213781801?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3797045679213781801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3797045679213781801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3797045679213781801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3797045679213781801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things to ponder...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3878232917705482314</id><published>2009-07-30T13:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:09:00.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuummmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have been cooking up a storm this summer and enjoying every second of it!  I already have my freezer meals pretty much done (minus freezer coleslaw) for the end of August (this is a rare moment, so let me enjoy it.....ahhhhhhh.......ok, I am done now).   Johanna helped me make one of the recipes yesterday- Multi-Grain Waffles.  Brian and I have both been pretty focused on trying to become healthier.  Not that we were extremely unhealthy before, but I am becoming very diligent about what my family puts into their bodies.  I wanted to do a waffle for freezer meals.  They are great because you can just take out what you want and pop them in the toaster or oven for a quick and tasty breakfast.  So, I felt like I should share this recipe.  They were delicious and not difficult to make. I used a Belgium waffle iron, but a regular waffle iron would work fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 cups buttermilk ( or 2 cups regular milk and 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 cup old-fashioned rolled oats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/3 cup whole-wheat flour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/3 cup all-purpose flour(I use unbleached of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 cup toasted wheat germ or cornmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 large eggs, lightly beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/4 cup packed brown sugar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 tablespoon canola oil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mix buttermilk and oats in a medium bowl; let stand for 15 minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whisk whole-wheat flour, all-purpose flour, wheat germ (or cornmeal), baking powder, baking soda, salt and cinnamon in a large bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stir eggs, sugar, oil and vanilla into the oat mixture. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients; mix with a rubber spatula just until moistened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coat a waffle iron with cooking spray and preheat. Spoon in enough batter to cover three-fourths of the surface (about 2/3 cup for an 8-by-8-inch waffle iron). Cook until waffles are crisp and golden brown, 4 to 5 minutes. Repeat with remaining batter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tips:&lt;/span&gt; I doubled this recipe to make lots to freeze.  To make even healthier you could use half brown sugar and half splenda.  You could also use ground flax seed in place of the wheat germ or cornmeal. You could also use only half the egg yolks and sub in extra whites.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To make vegan&lt;/span&gt;:  substitute the buttermilk with 1 c soymilk + 1T apple cider vinegar for every cup buttermilk. Then substitute egg with Ener-G egg replacer (or other egg replacer), or for a healthier version, 1 egg = 1T ground flax seeds beat with 3T hot water.  This adds a nice flax taste. You may want to use the equivalent of 1 egg though (not 2 as recipe calls for) because flax is very gummy and could make the batter quite dense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3878232917705482314?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3878232917705482314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3878232917705482314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3878232917705482314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3878232917705482314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/yuummmm.html' title='Yuummmm!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3251497227681738035</id><published>2009-07-14T15:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:55:45.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Baaacccck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Many of you know that we recently returned from our trip to Florida.  Overall the kids really did great.   Driving that far with three adults and three kids 5 and under was quite an adventure.  I will break it down to save you the 100 page post of details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Left at 11:30 am.  BAD IDEA!  This meant that we didn't get into the hotel just south of Columbia, South Carolina until after midnight.  This resulted in a huge mental breakdown by Johanna. She woke up when I got her into the hotel.  She was so disoriented and scared (didn't know where she was) that she just screamed and cried for about 20 minutes.  She kept trying to leave the room.  It was horrible.  She eventually settled down and slept with me until she fell off the bed at 5:30 am.  Day one also involved numerous potty stops and us rearranging the van seating arrangements about 3 times.  The good news was that we knew it could only get better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  Much better than day one.  We filled up on the continental breakfast at the hotel and were off.  We made less stops since we had a potty chair in the van.  GOOD IDEA.  It is slightly dangerous, but with three potty trained kids, you'd otherwise be stopping every hour for someone to go.  The van arrangement was much better.  We got into Grandmas (just north of Fort Meyers) by about 7:30.  We set up bed for the kids and let them get some sleep while we tried to decompress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  We went to the beach which was a huge hit with Johanna.  She LOVED the ocean!  I had her in a life-vest and a waist float.  She lover holding on to me while we jumped over the waves.  She never wanted to get out, and still talks about going back to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: We went to Jungle Gardens in Sarasota.  The kids loved it.  It rained really hard right after we got there, so we left to eat lunch hoping that it would let up.  It did and we went back and enjoyed the rest of the day there.  It was hot and kinda crazy, but good.  Johanna got to feed flamingos (she calls them "mingos").  It was so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: We tried to go back to the beach, but it was so windy.  I was actually way to scared to take Johanna in the water.  Luckily we found our way to a local pool where the kids had a blast all morning.  We left just in time to avoid some rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: We hung around the house a lot more because we were leaving early the next day.  With the thought of trying to pack wet clothes giving us morning nightmares, we decided to keep it low key and played around the house for the morning.  We had an early birthday party for Sierra after Johanna's nap.  It was a surprise! Grandma brought a cake and made goody bags for all the kids.  It was a blast.  We then went out to dinner and played at the mall until it was time for bed (for the kids that is).  We stayed up late to pack and load the luggage rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Thankfully Johanna woke me up at 2:30 in the morning.  Yes, I am serious.  Since I didn't want to wake up the whole house, I basically just tried to keep her quiet (and pointlessly tried to make her sleep) until others got up.  We were on the road before 8, and got to our hotel in North Carolina by around 8 or so.  We finally got the kids to bed...thinking Jo would sleep well after getting up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day8: Johanna woke up at 4:50 in the morning.  I think this girl is allergic to sleep away from home.  Luckily I could just take her out of the room so we didn't wake anyone else up.  We hung out until the front desk lady graciously opened the continental breakfast early just for me (at 6:00 am).  By the time we were done eating, others were up and we could get loaded. We made it back to Wooster by about 5:30 pm.  Needless to say, I was glad to be home......and TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (July 4th), Brian, Jo and I went out of town (because I am nuts).  We went up to Mespo, Ohio for the annual ox roast and flea market.  It was a good time, and Johanna did well (minus peeing all over her car seat while sleeping on the way home). We made it back to Wooster to go to our annual hangout for a cookout and fireworks (yay cicconetti's!).  All in all, I survived.  That's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took all my pics on my new phone, and can't quite figure out how to get them onto my blog.  So, until then, here is one of the  only pics I took on my actual camera-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Rachel/AppData/Local/Temp/downsized_0629091509.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SnDg1oRoUjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AMhHQnLlRNE/s1600-h/IMG_3210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SnDg1oRoUjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AMhHQnLlRNE/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364034368147313202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3251497227681738035?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3251497227681738035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3251497227681738035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3251497227681738035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3251497227681738035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-baaacccck.html' title='We&apos;re Baaacccck!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SnDg1oRoUjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AMhHQnLlRNE/s72-c/IMG_3210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8536377352327489312</id><published>2009-06-24T22:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:30:03.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story and Insanity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let's start with the funny story...&lt;br /&gt;Johanna was eating lunch and watching Micky Mouse Clubhouse while I was cleaning up from a play-date.  While I scraped Playdoh off my floor, I remember watching her eat her grilled cheese as she was engrossed in the storyline.  After her show was over, it was time for nap.   She promptly said "No no mommy.  I have to finish eating first."  She proceeded to look at her pretty much empty plate (only a few small remnants of cottage cheese).  She look right at me with suspicious eyes and asked "Mommy, where my sandwich?"  I told her that she already ate it, but she obviously didn't believe me. Next came "Mommy, where you put my sandwich?  You eat it?"  Now apparently I am a lying mother who steals food from her child.  I think maybe she eventually believed that she ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now to the insanity- Friday morning I leave for Florida.  Going will be my mom, my sister and her two kids (ages 3 and 5), as well as Johanna and myself.  Did I mention we are driving?  I am not packed yet.  I can't seem to get past the enormity of the whole trip.  So, please hold us in your thoughts and prayers.  I will be back to blogging upon my return.  I am sure that I will have stories of the trip as well as stories of how Brian spent his week of man-time at home all alone. Until then, have a great summer and a HAPPY FORTH OF JULY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8536377352327489312?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8536377352327489312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8536377352327489312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8536377352327489312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8536377352327489312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-story-and-insanity.html' title='Funny Story and Insanity...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7100590129337466133</id><published>2009-06-21T15:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:44:53.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Momference..what I learned about math and dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got back from a week long intense conference surrounding our math curriculum called- Connected Mathematics 2.  It was up at Michigan State University.  It was Monday through Friday ALL DAY each day.  It was awesome, and I learned a whole lot.  In fact, I learned so much that I still am not able to process through a lot of it.  I think I need more time to decompress.  If any of you teachers are interested, I definitely recommend checking out this very progressive curriculum.  It is all inquiry based and totally different than what I ever experienced in math class growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, Brian and Jo were left to fend for themselves.  I am happy to report that they are both still in one piece.  I resisted the urge to ask Brian what she ate everyday (although I did notice that no veggies seemed to have been consumed by Johanna while I was gone). I took a step back and realized that this week would be good for Brian, Johanna, and their relationship with each other.  I was totally correct on that one.  While Johanna did miss me (our daily conversations consisted of her telling me she loved me, missed me, wanted me to come home, and talking about her "countdown until mommy comes home" that I left for her) , she totally LOVED all the daddy time.  I know Brian did too.  He kept talking about how lovey she was to him all week.  He totally ate up all the "no mommy around" attention, which is good.  So, while she was so adorably happy to see me, she also wanted Brian.  When I was putting her to bed last night (she always wants mommy) she cried for daddy to come too.  He was running an errand, so I let her call him on the phone.  She promptly told him that he had to come home, and he was on his way!  We waited in her room and did the usual bedtime books and songs.  When he got home and walked up the stairs she shouted "My Daddy, My Daddy, That's MY DADDY!"  and ran to give him a gigantic hug.  It was priceless.   Thankfully, she still wanted mommy to give her the last goodnight "hug kiss", but her relationship with daddy has changed in an extra special way.  I am so thankful that she has such an amazing daddy- one who loves her soooooooo much and is so supportive of mommy and her job.   Even though I know you probably won't read this- Thank you for all that you do.  You are the love of my life- HAPPY FATHER'S Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7100590129337466133?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7100590129337466133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7100590129337466133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7100590129337466133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7100590129337466133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/conference-momferencewhat-i-learned.html' title='Conference Momference..what I learned about math and dads'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6735617776481777306</id><published>2009-06-13T14:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:54:36.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't miss my update below this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the first two recipes.  For you Amanda and Sam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mexican Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 pkg. cream cheese (I use low fat)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup packed fresh cilantro leaves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded Monterey Jack Cheese (I use whatever I have that would be good with Mexican)&lt;br /&gt;1 can enchilada sauce (28oz) (I make my own using McCormick seasonings packet and tomato &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sauce...cheaper)&lt;br /&gt;12 (6 in) corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;3 cups dices or shredded cooked chicken (I use black beans for a vegetarian version)&lt;br /&gt;2/3 c. chopped onion- divide into 3 equal piles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place cream cheese in a medium microwave safe bowl, and micro on high for 30-45 sec. or until very soft.  Add cilantro and 1.5 cups of the cheese, mix well.  Spread 2/3 cup of the enchilada sauce over the bottom of a 3 qt. baking dish.  Pour remaining suace into a large bowl and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO assemble the lasagna, dip four tortillas into the enchilada sauce in the large bowl and arrange over the sauce in your baking dish (you may want to use tongs), overlapping as necessary.  Scoop half of the cream cheese mixture over the tortillas and spread evenly ( I actually use my hands and then a spatula to do this).  Top with 1 cup of the chicken and 1/3 of the onion (1 pile once you have divided).  Repeat layers one time.  Dip the remaining 4 tortillas into sauce and arrange over the second layer.  Top with remaining chicken and onion.  Pour remaining sauce over lasagna and sprinkle with the rest of the cheese (I sometimes add a little more!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake covered at 350 about 35- 40 minutes, or until center is hot (depends on your oven).  You may want to remove the cover for the last 10 minutes or so to make the top cheese nice and bubbly!  Feel free to garnish with more fresh cilantro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Freezer-  I made four of these at once and froze all of them.  Just assemble the lasagnas, cover with plastic warp and several layers of good foil and keep in your freezer.  When ready to eat, thaw completely in fridge and cook according to the regular directions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal- if you happen to have a pampered chef deep covered baker (totally worth the money) I hope you know that you can use it in the microwave.  You can use the stone to cook this lasagna in the micro in 12-15 minutes and it turns out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- I have more micro recipes for the deep covered baker. Let me know if you want them.  Using this piece you can have dinner and dessert on the table in 30 minutes.  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken Neapolitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes 2 (8 serving) meals for a total of 16 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 boneless skinless chicken breast halves&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbp. olive oil (or vegetable oil)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;4 garlic cloves, minces&lt;br /&gt;1 pound fresh mushrooms, quartered (I have made this without mushrooms)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (10.75 ounces each) condensed tomato bisque soup (I have used regular tomato when&lt;br /&gt;                                            I couldn't find this.  I just added a little cheese and a splash of cream)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. red wine or beef broth&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dried basil&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle chicken with salt and pepper.  In a large skillet, heat oil over medium- high heat.  Cook chicken for 8 minutes.  Turn chicken; add onion, garlic, and mushrooms.  Cook for another 8 minutes or until chicken juices run clear (Mine look less than 8 minutes per side. Watch out for hot oil splashed.  I had to turn my burner down slightly).  Pour into a large bowl and cool (I removed the chicken and veggies with a slotted spoon to get rid of some of the grease).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bowl, whisk together the soup, wine or broth, basil and oregano; pour over the chicken.  Pour evenly into 2 gallon freezer bags (make sure each bag gets 4 breast halves).  Freeze flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use frozen chicken: Thaw in the refrigerator overnight.  Pour into a greased 2.5 quart baking dish.  Cover and bake at 350 for 35 - 40 minutes or until heated through.  Serve over noodles or rice (I just make a side of minute brown rice to go with this).  Feel free to garnish with olives and parsley if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6735617776481777306?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6735617776481777306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6735617776481777306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6735617776481777306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6735617776481777306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-promised.html' title='Like Promised...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5640400734754383860</id><published>2009-06-13T14:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:51:29.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have to start out by saying that summer is FABULOUS! I have been super busy, but I have been getting so much done.  Our yard is slowly starting to look better, and my house is staying much less cluttered.  I also managed to have a pampered chef party, actually clean my whole house, and make my June Freezer meals (sorry that were a little late, ladies!).   Jo and I have been enjoying walks, bike rides, trips to the park, and lots of snuggles.  Both of us are really glad I am home, which has made things extra nice.  Unfortunately, I will be gone at a math conference in Michigan for the next week :(  I am not sure how Johanna will do.  I think this conference will be very beneficial and will save me TONS of time throughout the school year (it is a conference specifically about my math curriculum), but it is still hard to leave.  The good news is that I think we found a full-time babysitter for when I got back to work in August.  She is a Christian so she has similar values and discipline strategies as well as rules about what the kids can watch etc.  She has two of her own (ages 3 and 1).  She will be watching Jo one day while I am gone, so please pray that it goes well.  Those of you who work know how difficult it is to find quality and consistent full-time childcare.  It is hard enough to leave my baby, let alone not be totally comfortable about who I am leaving her with.  This is one area we will not compromise, so I just hope that things work out as good as it seems like they should.  I actually haven't been taking many pictures lately, so I need to get on that.  I have just been enjoying being in the moment with Johanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Throughout the past year, I have had a lot of people inquire about my freezer meal group.  It truly is AWESOME!  We are actually in the process to begin writing a book about how to form your own group, keep it organized, and of course many many tried and true recipes.  I am going to include some recipes from my meals this last month.  I also plan to start including recipes from previous months that I know are delicious.  Let me know what you think or if you have any questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;For fun-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jo at my great grandma's 95th b-day party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtxaA6P7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CQxbYU_7XwU/s1600-h/April+2009+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtxaA6P7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CQxbYU_7XwU/s320/April+2009+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346878615671422898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtxetW1NI/AAAAAAAAA8g/TjJimHzkusY/s1600-h/April+2009+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtxetW1NI/AAAAAAAAA8g/TjJimHzkusY/s320/April+2009+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346878616931587282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtEEngzuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/JzQuDyC0Jng/s1600-h/April+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtEEngzuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/JzQuDyC0Jng/s320/April+2009+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877836833640162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; and Jo hanging with her buddy Katelyn (sorry about the red-eye...I am being lazy right now)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtEKgODiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZIWPYqdsKl4/s1600-h/April+2009+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtEKgODiI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZIWPYqdsKl4/s320/April+2009+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346877838413663778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5640400734754383860?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5640400734754383860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5640400734754383860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5640400734754383860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5640400734754383860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/by-request.html' title='By request...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SjPtxaA6P7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CQxbYU_7XwU/s72-c/April+2009+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8674630195655985704</id><published>2009-05-17T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:13:02.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>humph........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am sure that you can tell I have been doing some rearranging.  I even spent two hours the other evening learning how to write html code and was able to add my widgits back to my new page.  There are still some kinks to work out, so bare with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have been feeling a little grumpy lately.  I guess it is just one of those weeks.  I was really sick with a sinus infection, but I am feeling a lot better.  Overall things have been good.  I only have 8 days left with kids (at school).  I am so ready for summer.  I will be spending some of my summer working on school stuff (at least one week long conference), but I still plan on spending lots of quality time with Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo is doing pretty well.  She struggles with spring allergies.  I feel so bad for her!  She has had a lot of drama surrounding her naps and bedtimes lately (that's probably why I am grumpy!).  She cried before her nap, but then sleeps for a long time.  She also has been waking up once a night.  It started with scary dreams about spiders, but now it is just so we will hold her.  So, I've started refusing to pick her up.  I just tell her to lay back down and give her hugs and kisses in her crib.  I hope it gets better soon.  I think we will transition her to a big girls bed soon.  I want to redo her bedroom this summer.  I will have to enlist some ideas from you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter and Mothers Day were great.  We celebrated Easter with both families which was really nice.  On Mothers Day Jo and Brian brought me breakfast in bed, and took me out to dinner and dessert.  Jo was so cute when she gave me her card.  She even said "Happy Moders Day!"  The rest of the day she kept telling me "Happy Easter Mommy" which was pretty funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of stuff coming up.  Brian and I leave for Boston on Friday.  I have a shower and bachlorette party to attend for my friend Mere who is getting married this summer. YAY- I can't wait!  Brian lived in Boston for a short time and is excited to get to visit for the weekend. I will also be taking a trip at the end of June to visit my Grandma in Florida.  Don't be jealous yet because I am going with Johanna (age 2), my mom, my sister, and my sister's two kids (ages 3 and 5).  Did I mention we are driving?  Yes,  I am nuts.  Yes, I will be taking sedatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of July I will have Mere's wedding.  I decided that I need to lose like 20 pounds before then.  The bridesmaid dress doesn't come with a corresponding jacket to cover any flab ;)  I kept telling myself to lose the weight now.  I would lose like 10  pounds and then gain it back.  Who am I kidding....I have always been a procrastinator about that stuff.  I am coming down to the wire soon though, so I'd better start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about covers a general update on the miller clan.  I am sure that I will get back to more regular posting with school letting out.  YAY!!  Anyone who thinks that teachers have it easy to have summers off should spend 180 school days with seventh graders.  I dare them to make it a week without needing to be sedated or going postal!   Oh, and they should probably be reminded that many teachers work 60- 70 hours a week during the school year (grading papers, planning lessons, etc. on your own time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am really done this time...but here are some recent pics for your viewing pleasure! The last one is nothing less than....SUPER JOHANNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumdy7x6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/WW30axv-4Y8/s1600-h/April+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumdy7x6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/WW30axv-4Y8/s320/April+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887165546383266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumVFQz2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/q9WZO-Gg8yA/s1600-h/Jo+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumVFQz2I/AAAAAAAAA7w/q9WZO-Gg8yA/s320/Jo+bath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887163207339874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumJqU_iI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/kXwyZfuFzeA/s1600-h/April+2009+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumJqU_iI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/kXwyZfuFzeA/s320/April+2009+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887160141577762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumOB737I/AAAAAAAAA7g/dDgl5SuWQsY/s1600-h/April+2009+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumOB737I/AAAAAAAAA7g/dDgl5SuWQsY/s320/April+2009+206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887161314336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBvpLY6gqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tfHTghogN6s/s1600-h/April+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBvpLY6gqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tfHTghogN6s/s320/April+2009+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336888311656645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumsZAk2I/AAAAAAAAA74/6_8d1NqW81U/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumsZAk2I/AAAAAAAAA74/6_8d1NqW81U/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336887169464177506" 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/3912114022281884014-8674630195655985704?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8674630195655985704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8674630195655985704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8674630195655985704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8674630195655985704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/humph.html' title='humph........'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/ShBumdy7x6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/WW30axv-4Y8/s72-c/April+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4898615924753179479</id><published>2009-04-08T20:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:10:52.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>.......a Potty Party that is!!! Here are some before pictures.  I'll post some during pictures at the end of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the main potty party set-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1FznhMLmI/AAAAAAAAA6I/OwgTRa1uUko/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1FznhMLmI/AAAAAAAAA6I/OwgTRa1uUko/s320/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487087705632354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign to remind her about using the potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1Fz_6UYWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/tqTOPK1w_DQ/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1Fz_6UYWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/tqTOPK1w_DQ/s320/Picture+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487094253478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sticker chart and stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1FzzcheJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/RVzNwKZVQTo/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1FzzcheJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/RVzNwKZVQTo/s320/Picture+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487090907281554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1F0EgldAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/S8hChDIbtLs/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1F0EgldAI/AAAAAAAAA6g/S8hChDIbtLs/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487095487722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the prizes!! The orange bag candy treats are for tinkles, and the black bag bigger prizes are for the big deuce!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1F0G1XN8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/2h8OjPOOKTs/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1F0G1XN8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/2h8OjPOOKTs/s320/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487096111740866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1GIP20GjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/t9tmiP3l8G0/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1GIP20GjI/AAAAAAAAA6w/t9tmiP3l8G0/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487442131130930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last, but not least...the snacks to make her want to drink a lot.  I am so cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1GINnHdRI/AAAAAAAAA64/byqGWtuoV_Q/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1GINnHdRI/AAAAAAAAA64/byqGWtuoV_Q/s320/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322487441528419602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out day one (Monday) by gathering all the diapers and packaging them up for the "diaper fairy" to take to all the babies who still need to wear diapers.  She was very into this!  We then put on a pair of "big girl" panties and she got to open her "potty presents." She started playing with the doll right away.  She was very into feeding the doll and then making the doll go on the potty!  We watched the potty time Elmo video which is actually pretty cute.  She was very into the idea, but I knew she really didn't understand yet.  She held it most of the morning, but between 10 and 12 she peed through 6 pair of underwear!  Luckily, after lunch she had a success.  She started recognizing the she was going right after she started and I was able to get her on the potty before it all came out!  I later found out from other moms that this was pretty good for day one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day two she was having a more of what she did on day one.  I was beginning to question whether or not she "got it" or if she needed to have more time (wait until summer), but that evening she had a HUGE success.  She told me she had to "tinkle potty" and she made it to the potty for the whole thing.  This was VERY exciting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (day three)  was great in my eyes.  She had only one minor accident this morning while we were baking cupcakes.  She peed in the potty the rest of the day (Praise the Lord)!  She even stayed dry on a long trip to pick up Brian's truck from the mechanic's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we will still have set-backs, and I am not trying to night-train yet, but I am soooooo proud of my little girl.  She is such a trooper and didn't give up, even when she got frustrated.  I pray she continues to have perseverance throughout her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4898615924753179479?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4898615924753179479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4898615924753179479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4898615924753179479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4898615924753179479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/Sd1FznhMLmI/AAAAAAAAA6I/OwgTRa1uUko/s72-c/Picture+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-426025279473337408</id><published>2009-04-05T23:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:36:59.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The time is finally here.  I am going to start trying to potty train Johanna starting tomorrow.  I have everything ready (I even took pics which I will post later)  including candy, prizes, elmo potty book, elmo potty dvd, salty snacks (like pretzels) to ensure lots of drinking, flushable wipes, juice boxes, a couple potty's, and hopefully an extra dose of patience!  I will keep everyone posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-426025279473337408?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/426025279473337408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=426025279473337408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/426025279473337408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/426025279473337408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/potty-time.html' title='Potty Time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-261968649261481190</id><published>2009-03-10T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:26:31.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you all think....</title><content type='html'>I have been saving this article to post here.  I am sure I will make someone angry.  Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-block24-2008dec24,0,102434.story" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-block24-2008dec24,0,102434.story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-261968649261481190?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/261968649261481190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=261968649261481190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/261968649261481190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/261968649261481190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-all-think.html' title='What do you all think....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3553866835066363430</id><published>2009-03-02T15:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:32:36.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I have to admit that the winter blahs have been trying to get me down. The weather warmed up some last week which helped. I was able to get out and exercise three days last week! However, the temperature took a typical Ohio winter plunge on Saturday evening. We are back in the teens with single digits tonight, and the wind chill is enough to want to keep everyone indoors. I guess I shouldn't even mention the stomach bug that has been bothering Brian and I the past few days....ugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;On a happier note, Johanna is cuter than ever. She is at such a fun age. I'll admit that 2 can be a challenging age, but overall I think it is a blast!! I had to write to mention two things that have been cracking me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;First, Johanna is such a helper. She LOVES to help cook, clean, and do dishes. She helps unload the dishwasher and does a pretty good job! She can put her silverware away and sets all the other dishes she gets out on the counter. She especially loves to help mommy clean up after we make treats together. She loves to play in water, so washing dishes is a treat to her ( I wish I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;felt the same way!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SaxB9CHYaDI/AAAAAAAAA54/gn3_BDZV0T4/s1600-h/Picture+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308690577558628402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SaxB9CHYaDI/AAAAAAAAA54/gn3_BDZV0T4/s320/Picture+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SaxB9nqw7tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/yNDxVvYjv4Y/s1600-h/Picture+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308690587639148242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SaxB9nqw7tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/yNDxVvYjv4Y/s320/Picture+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The other funny "two year old" behavior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;involves Johanna dancing, spinning, or walking around the house with her eyes closed.  She thinks this is hilarious!  She will sometimes "peek" to see if she is going to run into something, but that doesn't always save her!  It is pretty funny to see.  I got a video which kind of shows this, but it is hard to see that her eyes are closed when she won't hold still.  Hopefully, the video will upload, but no promises since I can never get videos to upload on here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b0eca7d39c7aacf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b0eca7d39c7aacf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331447713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64E252B5B62F14AAB89D2158428E70F84F3A4D01.54620B28B05CC65DBB55E0ABB5695F968221CE8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b0eca7d39c7aacf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbwUlASHMYu6B8LDP9WX_Wd209Q4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b0eca7d39c7aacf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331447713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64E252B5B62F14AAB89D2158428E70F84F3A4D01.54620B28B05CC65DBB55E0ABB5695F968221CE8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b0eca7d39c7aacf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbwUlASHMYu6B8LDP9WX_Wd209Q4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3553866835066363430?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b0eca7d39c7aacf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3553866835066363430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3553866835066363430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3553866835066363430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3553866835066363430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-helper.html' title='Big Helper'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SaxB9CHYaDI/AAAAAAAAA54/gn3_BDZV0T4/s72-c/Picture+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7299276113492067030</id><published>2009-02-23T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:07:05.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just wanted to point out a few new things I have added to my blog.  You can now check the weather at the bottom of my blog.  You can actually just enter your own zip code (click the edit tab next to the city), and it should give you your local weather.   Also, I have added a list of what I am cooking for dinner at the right.  I get a lot of people inquire about what we eat for our meals, especially becuase I do the amazing freezer meal thing with some friends.   I will try to update this part daily so you all can witness how much the freezer meals help and save time (and not to mention money!).  I will put an "FM" next to any item that is a freezer meal item.  Feel free to ask questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7299276113492067030?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7299276113492067030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7299276113492067030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7299276113492067030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7299276113492067030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/new.html' title='New......'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4788637014004017110</id><published>2009-02-14T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:38:34.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ahhhhh! I can't believe it has been so long since I posted. Well I guess I can considering it has been the craziest couple of weeks I can remember having.  Here's a quick run down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Johanna sick- fever&lt;br /&gt;2. Brian working opposite shift (4pm- midnight) with only Sundays off to fill in for someone having surgery.  So, we don't see each other.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Car breaks down on the way home from school&lt;br /&gt;4. Johanna still sick&lt;br /&gt;5.  Try to tow car ourselves- bad idea....  Erupts into crazy afternoon landing Johanna and I in tears&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mommy now existing on the brink of insanity&lt;br /&gt;7. Johanna still sick, so a doctor visit ensues....bronchitis it is&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lets just say I had a crazy week at work due to some stuff with another teacher in the district.  You may have heard about it on the news....&lt;br /&gt;9.  Johanna is feeling better, but Daddy is getting sick&lt;br /&gt;10.  Mommy takes another day off of work to take care of her family (this is a good thing minus writing sub plans).&lt;br /&gt;11. Daddy sick with infection and doc thinks maybe mono. FUN TIMES AT OUR HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;12.  Car is still not fixed&lt;br /&gt;13.  Computer crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic that this all ended at the number 13 right after Friday the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, we are terribly blessed. Things could be so much worse.  Johanna is feeling better and almost back to being herself.  I had to cancel her friend birthday party, but she was well for the family one (it was a week earlier).  She had a GREAT birthday and loved her ELMO cake.  Thanks for the many birthday wishes.  I will post pics soon.  We have our computer up and running to try and save all our info.  Windows keeps crashing, so we'll see. There might be a new computer in our future.  I just hope nothing else breaks.  Our washing machine and stove will probably need replaced within the next year or so, but I hope they hang on for now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4788637014004017110?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4788637014004017110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4788637014004017110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4788637014004017110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4788637014004017110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-long.html' title='So Long...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5086934227729110989</id><published>2009-01-24T13:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:53:31.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Johanna is turning 2 in a little over a week.  Hard to believe, but true.  She is changing so much everyday.  She talks like such a big girl now- using three, four, and sometimes five word sentences regularly.  She can count to 10 and sometimes 15.  But, something happened the other day that made me realize she is officially not a baby anymore.  Up until now if you asked her what her name was, she would say "Hanna."  Well, yesterday when I asked her what her name was, she said...........................&lt;br /&gt;.....................pause, and dramatic tear............"Johanna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiyR445wI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LDvlN5WSsiM/s1600-h/Johanna+January+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiyR445wI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LDvlN5WSsiM/s320/Johanna+January+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934402839144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiyvwpAnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xr5KzbsiqFM/s1600-h/Johanna+January+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiyvwpAnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xr5KzbsiqFM/s320/Johanna+January+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934410857611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiy2pqduI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7K_o3Im0IbU/s1600-h/Johanna+January+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiy2pqduI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7K_o3Im0IbU/s320/Johanna+January+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294934412707395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;More to come-  my blog got tagged as an interesting blog (thanks Amanda!).  So, there is more about that to come.  I will also tag some of my favorite blogs, so beeeeeee ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5086934227729110989?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5086934227729110989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5086934227729110989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5086934227729110989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5086934227729110989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinda-sad.html' title='Kinda sad...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXtiyR445wI/AAAAAAAAA4c/LDvlN5WSsiM/s72-c/Johanna+January+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-9081830268428476586</id><published>2009-01-17T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:24:05.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Brian and I wanted to celebrate his birthday (this past Wednesday) tonight, so we asked Brian's parents to babysit.  We also will be heading to Michigan tomorrow for my grandma's b-day party.  So, Brian's parents are keeping Johanna overnight.  This is not the first time.  She has spent several nights at Brian's parents house and at my parents house while Brian and I were still in town.  I think it is good for us and good for her.  I love that she loves all her grandparents, and I love when Brian and I get an evening together.  I must admit that we almost don't know what to do with the freedom.  Each time we feel like kids again and talk about how we can't imagine that this is how it used to be all the time. Having Johanna is TOTALLY MORE than worth it (I don't even need to say that), but it reminds us of the daily sacrifice that parents make.  It reminds me of how selfishly we lived before we had Johanna, and how different our life is now.  I must admit, the thing we look most forward to is.......sleeping (get your mind out of the gutter!)!!  I spend a lot of our alone time thinking.......WHAT IN THE WORLD DID WE DO WITH ALL OUR TIME BEFORE KIDS?????  I mean really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we really enjoy the time, but we are always to happy to see this little mug again! This is Johanna on Christmas morning.  She is wearing the apron and hat we got her (she loves to help in the kitchen) and playing with the toy diner that was her main present from us.  Hamburger and fries anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXKD-voPxYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YuyItshI-lY/s1600-h/johanna+december+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXKD-voPxYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YuyItshI-lY/s320/johanna+december+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437626074154370" 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/3912114022281884014-9081830268428476586?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9081830268428476586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=9081830268428476586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9081830268428476586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9081830268428476586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-to-remember.html' title='Weekend to remember...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SXKD-voPxYI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/YuyItshI-lY/s72-c/johanna+december+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-354648125739065038</id><published>2009-01-06T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:06:29.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom reading...literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am totally tired from staying up to late to watch football, but I couldn't wait any longer to post these.  I still have some major Christmas to post, but these were cracking me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom reading anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNfgY6T1I/AAAAAAAAA24/pqiYY0VIsdQ/s1600-h/johanna+december+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNfgY6T1I/AAAAAAAAA24/pqiYY0VIsdQ/s320/johanna+december+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288366697361330002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder who she gets this from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNgeZFAzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/aaYJChN7Nf8/s1600-h/johanna+december+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNgeZFAzI/AAAAAAAAA3A/aaYJChN7Nf8/s320/johanna+december+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288366714005029682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I love the "foot rest" technique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNgkW0XdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/XeFy2nuXksw/s1600-h/johanna+december+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNgkW0XdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/XeFy2nuXksw/s320/johanna+december+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288366715606162898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy reading everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-354648125739065038?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/354648125739065038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=354648125739065038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/354648125739065038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/354648125739065038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/bathroom-readingliterally.html' title='Bathroom reading...literally'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SWQNfgY6T1I/AAAAAAAAA24/pqiYY0VIsdQ/s72-c/johanna+december+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8650233019783990158</id><published>2008-12-30T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:23:11.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>I have to tell a couple of the cute things that Johanna has been saying lately.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask her if she wants something, she'll say "yeah, sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is all about saying things like "cookie an juice too" or "wead tar book nex"  which translates to "read star book next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is really into doing things "again"- this is probably her favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to play hide and seek.  She has about three spots where she always hides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is counting by herself to five, and can sing the ABC's if you help her out a little.  She also can do pretty much all of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorites are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she drops somethings or messes something up she says, "oh man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Brian (who tends to have a bit of road rage) honks the horn at someone, our little backseat driver promptly says "Come on dude! Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to another year of blessings which you all will get to hear about in ridiculous detail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8650233019783990158?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8650233019783990158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8650233019783990158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8650233019783990158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8650233019783990158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3962458461611766126</id><published>2008-12-29T15:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:41:06.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Rachel's Family</title><content type='html'>Christmas tends to be such a busy time of year.  Brian and I are very thankful to be living close to both our families.  However, this also tend to make the holidays a but crazy.  Thankfully my family decided to go Christmas on Dec. 22 this year.  It was nice to not feel rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I hosted this year which was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sierra got Johanna this adorable little fish which Johanna loves.  She sleeps with it every night.  It is her "sish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkypQxxtyI/AAAAAAAAA14/7_WBSAxuT58/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkypQxxtyI/AAAAAAAAA14/7_WBSAxuT58/s320/Johanna+1108+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311322155759394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyp1x3n2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZIz4PGGBDmY/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyp1x3n2I/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZIz4PGGBDmY/s320/Johanna+1108+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311332088258402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel opened presents from Mawgaw and Papi (my parents) with James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyq23xEDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/KmaZlVrZ82o/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyq23xEDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/KmaZlVrZ82o/s320/Johanna+1108+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311349561298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Johanna got a baby doll from Gaga and Bapi (my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyrjHMPrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oRMA56kQCMk/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyrjHMPrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oRMA56kQCMk/s320/Johanna+1108+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311361437154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah liked her movie, and Sierra lived to help everyone open their presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzDdiDLvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9zNAdQlIkwk/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzDdiDLvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/9zNAdQlIkwk/s320/Johanna+1108+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311772256055026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the gift opening, we were exhausted. So, James took a nap while Raquel sang him songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzC5TayiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/quhobq24s1E/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzC5TayiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/quhobq24s1E/s320/Johanna+1108+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311762531011106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate TONS of food.  It actually makes me sick just to think about it.  It was all very tasty.  I just can't wait to eat some salad and carrots after all the junk I have eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls then entertained us with some music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzELdGgBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fcOTZla6Tl4/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkzELdGgBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fcOTZla6Tl4/s320/Johanna+1108+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311784583331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW- Did I mention how much Johanna LOVES Bapi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyrztucoI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8ehLQ2gfTP0/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkyrztucoI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8ehLQ2gfTP0/s320/Johanna+1108+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311365893747330" 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/3912114022281884014-3962458461611766126?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3962458461611766126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3962458461611766126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3962458461611766126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3962458461611766126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-with-rachels-family.html' title='Christmas with Rachel&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVkypQxxtyI/AAAAAAAAA14/7_WBSAxuT58/s72-c/Johanna+1108+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6913426399293253482</id><published>2008-12-26T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:52:40.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update bananza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas to all!  So, I guess I am a day late, but you shall get over it.  Christmas was fun, special, exhausting, and sickening all at the same time.  My whole side of the family (including Johanna) got sick before or on Christmas.  It made for some interesting times.  You should read the poem my brother-in-law wrote about the drive home from Michigan on my sister's blog (Dewald family blog on sidebar).  Before I can do the Christmas blog, I must do a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have the Miller's been up to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotten haircuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKxgU1HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M9xha1cdUZM/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKxgU1HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M9xha1cdUZM/s320/Johanna+1108+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284202490644190322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played in our skivies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCJn2cPGI/AAAAAAAAA04/0EOyjGEL7bM/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCJn2cPGI/AAAAAAAAA04/0EOyjGEL7bM/s320/Johanna+1108+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284202470872726626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone Black Friday Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCzT5aO-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/vJIF22V3zNY/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCzT5aO-I/AAAAAAAAA1g/vJIF22V3zNY/s320/Johanna+1108+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284203187070974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCz2RhTdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ikVRMAS8bzQ/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCz2RhTdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ikVRMAS8bzQ/s320/Johanna+1108+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284203196298907090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKicKi8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mZuYFLM1P7k/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKicKi8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mZuYFLM1P7k/s320/Johanna+1108+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284202486600207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Dress-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKaCTquI/AAAAAAAAA1I/mHCvwpm3cxw/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKaCTquI/AAAAAAAAA1I/mHCvwpm3cxw/s320/Johanna+1108+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284202484344269538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVDtIdFrfI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7ERjUYA3eX4/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVDtIdFrfI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7ERjUYA3eX4/s320/Johanna+1108+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284204180431810034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and decorated for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCJ51E4yI/AAAAAAAAA1A/2dN_6oMc-_M/s1600-h/Johanna+1108+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCJ51E4yI/AAAAAAAAA1A/2dN_6oMc-_M/s320/Johanna+1108+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284202475698840354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you all had a GREAT holiday!  We will post Christmas photos soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6913426399293253482?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6913426399293253482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6913426399293253482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6913426399293253482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6913426399293253482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-bananza.html' title='Update bananza!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SVVCKxgU1HI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/M9xha1cdUZM/s72-c/Johanna+1108+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8944404919811475520</id><published>2008-11-20T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:34:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have to admit that one of my students said the title of this post while in class today.  She was being funny since the thought of someone being "so hood" where I teach is pretty hilarious.  Although, there is a pretty big population who thinks they are "so hood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is Johanna doing her version of being "so hood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got her tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYBx3P_PHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Fi6B3n5jFpc/s1600-h/Johanna+566+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYBx3P_PHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Fi6B3n5jFpc/s320/Johanna+566+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902370039970930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let's not forget the hat.  She's even got the shiner under her right eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdNu_81I/AAAAAAAAAng/vPYzkHyIvCE/s1600-h/Johanna+566+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdNu_81I/AAAAAAAAAng/vPYzkHyIvCE/s320/Johanna+566+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900915786740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Here's the "so hood" nod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdZqxT9I/AAAAAAAAAno/lIrS3Q7xw1I/s1600-h/Johanna+566+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdZqxT9I/AAAAAAAAAno/lIrS3Q7xw1I/s320/Johanna+566+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900918990229458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What about the backwards hat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdRiY7JI/AAAAAAAAAnw/eg9IzW2hT4k/s1600-h/Johanna+566+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdRiY7JI/AAAAAAAAAnw/eg9IzW2hT4k/s320/Johanna+566+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900916807593106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And last but not least, the hat pulled down over one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdlNjskI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WsqO0xqgbJQ/s1600-h/Johanna+566+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYAdlNjskI/AAAAAAAAAn4/WsqO0xqgbJQ/s320/Johanna+566+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270900922088927810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can all go to sleep feeling safe since this little "hoodlum"  is in bed and safely off the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8944404919811475520?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8944404919811475520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8944404919811475520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8944404919811475520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8944404919811475520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-hood.html' title='I&apos;m so hood'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SSYBx3P_PHI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Fi6B3n5jFpc/s72-c/Johanna+566+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-732737570473292111</id><published>2008-11-14T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:01:19.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't believe that it is almost Thanksgiving!! I have to admit that I am excited.  I LOVE to celebrate the holidays with loved ones, and I LOVE to go shopping the day after Thanksgiving.  Yes, I am insane.  It has been a family tradition since I was little, and I look forward to it every year.  I am sure that I will once again document the event and share some highlights with you.  I think that Brian and I want to get Johanna one of the most popular toys of the year, so I might be one of those moms clawing her way towards a coveted gift.  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am home taking care of Johanna, I actually have some time to post :)  Thank heaven for naps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we are doing well.  Brian's hours got changed around at work which is kind of hard, but at least he still has a full-time job- no complaining here.  My job is going well....enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna is as fun as ever.  I have decided that this is the most fun age thus far.  She is so communicative.  She is speaking in pretty consistent 3 word sentences which is absolutely adorable.  She LOVES to play, and generally just enjoys life.  What is there to feel down about when you are not even 2 yet?!  Here are some recent pictures-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Johanna playing in the leaves while daddy is raking.She really did have a blast, even though she doesn't look exactly thrilled in the pictures.  She would ride on the tarp with all the leaves every time Brian had to take a trip to the front.  It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Iv-nxBXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3rBQpRacYeE/s1600-h/Johanna+566+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Iv-nxBXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3rBQpRacYeE/s320/Johanna+566+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587865682543986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Ivp4X6UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/byXZVRA7HK0/s1600-h/Johanna+566+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Ivp4X6UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/byXZVRA7HK0/s320/Johanna+566+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587860115056962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The rest are just general pictures of her around the house.  The one of her in the bathroom shows her carrying around her basket of buckeyes that she just loves to play with.  Yes, I know they are poisonous.  No, I do not let her eat them....duh.  She is not in the least but interested in putting them in her mouth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3IwKRRrOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8DA7tdcQHls/s1600-h/Johanna+566+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3IwKRRrOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8DA7tdcQHls/s320/Johanna+566+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587868809440482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I think she is eating something in this picture, but I just love how it shows some of her curls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Ivghjz5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/IzKjh75VEoI/s1600-h/Johanna+566+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Ivghjz5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/IzKjh75VEoI/s320/Johanna+566+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587857603448722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Last but not least, here is some bedhead for you.  AT least she finally has enough hair to have bedhead! Yes, those are teeth marks on the side of her crib.  Those are all thanks to her teething days.  How good that must have felt!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3IwP-6B-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/a3XtwVPxwl0/s1600-h/Johanna+566+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3IwP-6B-I/AAAAAAAAAnI/a3XtwVPxwl0/s320/Johanna+566+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268587870343006178" 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/3912114022281884014-732737570473292111?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/732737570473292111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=732737570473292111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/732737570473292111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/732737570473292111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-festivties.html' title='Fall Festivties'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SR3Iv-nxBXI/AAAAAAAAAnA/3rBQpRacYeE/s72-c/Johanna+566+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-647899036322298860</id><published>2008-11-06T20:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:04:54.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have something to admit dear old blog.......I have been avoiding you. Life has been a bit crazy and the thought of writing it down was seriously overwhelming. So, we shall keep it lite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brian, Johanna, and I are all doing great. Things have been super busy, but good. Jo got over the chicken pox just fine. School is going ok- never a dull moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Trick-or-treat was great! We went twice- once at a church and once at my great grandma's nursing home. Johanna LOVED it! We are still working through her candy. She asks for candy about a million times a day, but she only gets one to two pieces a day (and not every day). She would walk right up to each person and say "ta-tweat" which was her version of "trick or treat!". She went as this...... THE CUTEST PENGUIN EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccBiKS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_z32hogHF-k/s1600-h/Johanna+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccBiKS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_z32hogHF-k/s1600-h/Johanna+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265725450627915954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdZflpILI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_tU2P354GYc/s320/Johanna+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265726961349133730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROexbdphaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ugZmk8kCF1g/s320/Johanna+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265726961328649858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROexbYw9oI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vxV1MJ-yldc/s320/Johanna+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265726953400276050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROew92flFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tx2SUAZoL-Q/s320/Johanna+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265726957273768386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROexMSAYcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LgAxW4H1rMQ/s320/Johanna+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265726952169735298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROew5RHBII/AAAAAAAAAmA/0iNCPQYkRX4/s320/Johanna+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We also had a blast at the zoo last month. We went with my good friend Beth and her son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccBiKS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_z32hogHF-k/s1600-h/Johanna+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccLTF--I/AAAAAAAAAlA/C6HG4KGEtes/s1600-h/Johanna+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265725441853638706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdY-5sSDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IqBCDonFhV4/s320/Johanna+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROcb7w7tMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CoZYACGLFkc/s1600-h/Johanna+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265725447129460386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdZSji7qI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GO6DYB7sV7o/s320/Johanna+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROcbnarmeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sOq2HWi8MQE/s1600-h/Johanna+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccBiKS4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_z32hogHF-k/s1600-h/Johanna+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROccLTF--I/AAAAAAAAAlA/C6HG4KGEtes/s1600-h/Johanna+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265725447307358930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdZTN9ctI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8wS4wituXtk/s320/Johanna+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROcb7w7tMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CoZYACGLFkc/s1600-h/Johanna+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROcbnarmeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sOq2HWi8MQE/s1600-h/Johanna+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265725440757663538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdY60ZBzI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wnjf0dQz8Wc/s320/Johanna+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is hard to believe that Johanna is going to be two before I know it. Some of her favorite things lately include- elmo, jay jay the jet plane, counting, singing, and playing ring around the rosie with her stuffed animals. She is talking in more and more sentences. The other day she put a dime on a pillow and told brian that "money's tired too" She often tries to tell people to "go in there" or that it's "mommy's turn" for something. She loves to talk. Hmmmm..... I wonder where she gets it from! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope that everyone is well. I am glad that I got a second to update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Note to blog- I promise that I will no longer cheat on you by only updating my school webpages or checking facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-647899036322298860?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/647899036322298860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=647899036322298860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/647899036322298860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/647899036322298860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/akward-moments.html' title='Awkward moments..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SROdZflpILI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_tU2P354GYc/s72-c/Johanna+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1467867063515458672</id><published>2008-10-11T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:28:09.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive....I think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is hard to believe how long it has been since I posted! Yikes! Teaching keeps me more than busy. If I calculate all the time I spend actually teaching, grading papers, and writing and designing lessons, then I am working 60+ hours a week. I keep reminding myself that I get a few days off for holidays, spring break, and then SUMMER! Then, I was reminded of the fact that I have to start taking classes for my Masters Degree over the summer. Plus, teachers don't get done until after the kids, and I will have to start getting my room ready for the year at the beginning of August. I also have some professional development seminars that I need to go to over the summer. So, I guess I might get about a week off! Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enough complaining for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Johanna is doing well. She is talking sooooooo much. We still don't have our computer back from Worst Buy, uh, I mean Best Buy. I have some really cute pictures and videos to post. She LOVES playing with some old stuffed animals from when I was little. She puts diapers on them and treats them like babies. She puts them in the high chair to feed them, and she even shares her snacks and drinks with them. She loves to listen to "Songs, songs" which is what she calls music. She has always been a dancer, but now she dances with her stuffed animals. It is sooooooo cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;About a week ago, she found my beloved stuffed peguin, Pete, which I got when I was four. He was definitely my security blanket while growing up. Ok, ok, I'll admit that he slept on my bed until I got married. Pretty embarrassing, but I guess we all have small ways of haning onto the good parts of our childhood. I have been saving him to give to her when she gets older. But, she found him in our bedroom. It was while I was at work, but Brian was still home with her. I got a text from Brian showing Pete with a diaper on! She has been attached to "penin" ever since. It is so special to see her love something that was so special to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fun recent events- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took Johanna to the zoo with my friend Beth and her son Hunter. We had a blast! Johanna loved all the animals, especially the "penins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Johanna pooped on the potty for the first time on Sunday Oct. 5 (this is mostly for my own personal recording of important dates, so I apologize if this grosses you out!). We celebrated and gave her candy. We aren't really potty training, but we are fostering her own interest. Since Sunday, she has not even been to interested in even sitting on the potty. However, I think this might be due to the next tidbit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Johanna has the chicken pox! Yup, I missed most of the day on Friday and have been a hermit ever since. We have gotten out for a few walks and to go through the drive through at the bank. She seems to be doing ok so far. Please pray that she doesn't get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that is all the main stuff so now. I wish that I could load some pics, but you will have to wait until we get our computer back (that story will be a whole other post). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope that everyone is doing well, and that my readers stick with me even though I am gone more than I used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Things to look forward to seeing on this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Johanna's haloween costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Trip to Ramsier Farms (did I spell that right)- if you are from Woo, you probably know what this is. Ya know, that HUGE place with the corn maze and lots of fun stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All the pictures that you have been missing since we don't have a computer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas Ideas Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Freezer Meal book idea- need some comments when I do this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-1467867063515458672?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1467867063515458672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1467867063515458672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1467867063515458672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1467867063515458672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-still-alivei-think.html' title='I am still alive....I think!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1048723705172683754</id><published>2008-09-21T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:08:13.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't have the pictures to prove it yet, but Johanna loves to have jam sessions.  She LOVES to play the piano.  We sit together and I play and sing while she plays along.  Her favorite is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  I'll play and sing the melody while she just plays along.  When I get to the end of the song she always says...."Gin" which stands for "again." We usually repeat this routine about 5 times during our jam sessions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What some of you may not know is that I also have played violin forever.  I started in fourth grade and played throughout high school.  I even played for some musicals during high school.  I played in the pit orchestra for My Fair Lady and Brigadoon.  After high school I played for a local community theater and even taught some lessons when Brian and I moved to Kansas.  The sad part is that I haven't played much at all over the past five or six years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One day during our jam session, I got my violin out.  I think this might be the first time that I really played with Johanna.  She wasn't sure what to think.  I think she kind of liked when I played Twinkle Twinkle, but I have to admit that I have DEFINITELY lost my touch.  I started trying to play the Mozart song that we had to play for senior year auditions.  Johanna stopped playing the piano, looked over at me, and started saying "No, No!"  I stopped and asked, "Do you want mommy to stop playing?"  She just replied "OK" which is her way of saying "YES, PLEASE SAVE MY EARS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess this mean that I shouldn't quit my day job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-1048723705172683754?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1048723705172683754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1048723705172683754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1048723705172683754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1048723705172683754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/jam-session.html' title='Jam Session'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3388951622593176047</id><published>2008-09-13T19:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:04:21.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday's and M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;One of Johanna's friends, Lindley, has her second birthday party today.  The theme was M&amp;amp;M' s since that is Lindley's favorite candy.  My friend Bri (Lindley's mom) did a great job with the party.  There was lots of great food and plenty of chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played one game where the kids got to fish M&amp;amp;M's out of a kiddy pool (minus the water) and put them into colored bags to take home along with their new M&amp;amp;M watch.  I was helping Johanna from behind.  I got two little scoops into her bag and I turned her around to move out of the way for other kids.  When she turned I realized that she took FULL advantage of me not being able to see her face.  She had completely stuffed her face full of M&amp;amp;M's.  She had chocolate running down her chin and onto her outfit.  She's my kind of a girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still just can't believe that she's old enough to go and play at a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pic that I took as we were getting ready for the party-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxSxqIo69I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XYDvNuOsLAY/s1600-h/Sept.+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxSxqIo69I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XYDvNuOsLAY/s320/Sept.+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658679057378258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxSxocgi9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/VpTV3hapQwU/s1600-h/Sept.+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxSxocgi9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/VpTV3hapQwU/s320/Sept.+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658678603844562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT2TndaZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eP5ssFxHH2E/s1600-h/Sept.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT2TndaZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eP5ssFxHH2E/s320/Sept.+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245659858423605650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The following picture were taken on random days.  The first is of her watching her favorite movie (Nemo) while holding her beloved Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT2r9aJEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZGwE-rjY7_Q/s1600-h/Sept.+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT2r9aJEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZGwE-rjY7_Q/s320/Sept.+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245659864958116930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT22gkYDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/C_Gn2U5shnY/s1600-h/Sept.+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT22gkYDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/C_Gn2U5shnY/s320/Sept.+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245659867789942834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT22dc-aI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e6eNp4FKcmI/s1600-h/Sept.+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxT22dc-aI/AAAAAAAAAkc/e6eNp4FKcmI/s320/Sept.+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245659867776874914" 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/3912114022281884014-3388951622593176047?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3388951622593176047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3388951622593176047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3388951622593176047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3388951622593176047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthdays-and-m.html' title='Birthday&apos;s and M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMxSxqIo69I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XYDvNuOsLAY/s72-c/Sept.+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7785675474261462688</id><published>2008-09-11T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:09:12.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezer Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I just have to share something that has been such a HUGE blessing in my life since school started.  I have been doing freezer meals with three other girlfriends with families.  It has been SO AMAZING! What a huge help with dinner every night. &lt;br /&gt;Here's the lo-down:&lt;br /&gt;We each make five meals and one dessert.  The catch is that we make four of each recipe (one for ourselves and one for each other person).  The meals all go in the freezer.  Then, one day toward the end of the month we all meet up or coordinate schedules to trade meals.  Thus, we end up with twenty dinners and four desserts.  All I have to do is decide what we will want for dinner the next night and put it in the fridge to start thawing.  By the time I get home from work the next day, all I do is pop it in the oven and viola......dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sort of labor intensive when you are preparing your part of the meals.  But, the end result is more then worth it.  I can do up to three recipes (four of each recipe) in one day if I am home for a Saturday.  I then do a recipe here and there when I have time until my recipes are done.  I usually only spend about a total of four days working on my meals.  After trading, I end up with a months worth of NO COOKING! The other great part is that it saves lots of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Maybe some day soon I will share what our September menu looked like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If any of you are interested in more details or recipes that work well, please feel free to let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7785675474261462688?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7785675474261462688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7785675474261462688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7785675474261462688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7785675474261462688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/freezer-fabulous.html' title='Freezer Fabulous'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5362074321171524318</id><published>2008-09-03T16:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:58:03.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Miller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hello and welcome back to the world of Mrs. Miller.  I have been called Mrs. Miller more in the past three weeks than the past three months combined.  Yes, school is back in session.  The room is decorated, the air is hot, and the kids are wound-up-  that is August for ya.  It was almost 90 degrees in my room today.  That mixed with a bunch of seventh graders is a recipe for a crazy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am enjoying my new job. It definitely has been a HUGE adjustment.  It is still hard to leave Johanna, but she seems to be enjoying herself at the babysitters.   It still is hard to not be with her all day, but we will all manage to make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am slowly finding my routine in my own classroom, which is good.  The staff there is amazing, so I consider myself very lucky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had a three day weekend for Labor Day, and I was able to visit my best friend Meredith in Boston.  It was a FABULOUS weekend.  I saw a lot of the sights, but I also enjoyed just getting to spend time together.  We did lots of things that I love.  We did the tourist thing, shopped (we even found her wedding dress!), drank martinis, talked, ate too much, watched a girly movie, sang karaoke, slept in, hung out with other friends, and even had some time to exercise.  It was a whirlwind trip since I was only gone for three days, but it was a great break.  Both Mere and I had to go back to work on Tuesday, so it was nice to have someone to dread the next day with on Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brian and Johanna came to pick me up at the airport.  I did really miss my family, so it was good to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins the annual big to-do here in Wooster.  That's right, it's the beginning of the good old Wayne County Fair.  I am sure those of you from around here have plenty of fond memories that involve hanging out at the fair.  Don't ask me why we thought this was so cool.  I still enjoy going a few times to get some good food.  Ummmm....cheese on a stick is like food for my thighs and soul.  I also enjoy doing some people watching and wondering where all the really big freaks come from. Do they really all live around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Johanna to help appease the angry blog viewers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures confirm that Johanna is a shoe lover- just like her mommy! She LOVES to try on shoes.  She will walk around in my shoes for hours if I let her.  There are also some pics of her putting on my clothes.  This is another one of her favorite hobbies.  The last pic is of her and her bff Katelyn.  They decided to climb in the toy chest, even though Johanna knows that she is not supposed too.  Johanna looks like she knows she is about to get into trouble for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5QjxRPiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7--9ZU7N6hE/s1600-h/July24+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5QjxRPiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7--9ZU7N6hE/s320/July24+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242675135366905378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5Q2LaorI/AAAAAAAAAjU/t9HNNr79ehg/s1600-h/July24+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5Q2LaorI/AAAAAAAAAjU/t9HNNr79ehg/s320/July24+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242675140308411058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5Q3xPRQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/2drTikw0bRg/s1600-h/July24+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5Q3xPRQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/2drTikw0bRg/s320/July24+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242675140735485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5RB2-3KI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ivFPDzIo5dE/s1600-h/July24+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5RB2-3KI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ivFPDzIo5dE/s320/July24+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242675143443930274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5RBN2i5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/QgB6fEA7PQ8/s1600-h/July24+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5RBN2i5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/QgB6fEA7PQ8/s320/July24+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242675143271418770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5362074321171524318?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5362074321171524318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5362074321171524318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5362074321171524318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5362074321171524318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/mrs-miller.html' title='Mrs. Miller'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SMG5QjxRPiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7--9ZU7N6hE/s72-c/July24+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2848782590512619239</id><published>2008-08-19T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:46:02.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be a downer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't mean to be a downer (well, kinda), but here is why I have been absent from more frequent witty, humorous, or cute blogs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our good family friend went to be with the Lord this past Saturday morning after courageously battleing cancer.  Please remember his family (wife and three kids- two with spouses).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My computer is STILL not back from bestbuy, so I STILL don't have a way to upload pics.  I don't want to inundate my dad's laptop with all my photos, which is what I am using right now (thanks dad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started teaching this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not feeling witty, humorous, or cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will try to work on #4, but don't have much control over #'s 1-3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's to hoping for more cute pics of Johanna soon!!! However, I will settle for not being eaten alive by a seventh grader and getting more than 5 hours of sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2848782590512619239?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2848782590512619239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2848782590512619239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2848782590512619239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2848782590512619239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-to-be-downer.html' title='Not to be a downer....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7881318010740155011</id><published>2008-08-11T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:23:16.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It stinks to not post for awhile and then be all full of sad news. Things in the Miller house have been off cilter and CRAZY! I am finishing up freezer meals for september, and the girls and I are going to swap at the end of the month. It will be FABULOUS when all is said and done. I'll have a total of about 20 meals and 4 dessets. YAY! It is a crazy couple of days of cooking, but it is MORE than worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna is ok. She has been struggling with some health problems that we can't quite put our finger on. She goes back to the doctor on Wednesday morning. If you think of her, we would appreciate your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of prayers- Awhile back I mentioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmmm.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;about friends of the family. Well, the cancer is back and agressive. The doctors said there are no more treatment options. Uncle Tom is home and deteriorating quickly. It is very difficult and sad for my family, but I cannot even imagine what his family is feeling. I don't know what all of your individual beliefs may be, but I ask that you please pray for him and his family (wife and three kids). I don't want to give out too much information, but I don't think that I need to. Even if you do not know the people and the needs specifically, God does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is in the shop, so I don't have access to my pictures.  I will try to post some new stuff soon- including some cute new pictures of Johanna putting my clothes on! She even got a pair of my underwear out of the hamper and put them on. It was kinda gross, but very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to work tomorrow (trainings this week and school starts next week). Quite a busy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing- HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!! This blog turned one recently. I will give an appropriate birthday post soon- I promise! Thanks for being with me throughout the past year. I hope you stick around for awhile :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7881318010740155011?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7881318010740155011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7881318010740155011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7881318010740155011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7881318010740155011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8348402421348629295</id><published>2008-07-31T14:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:27:45.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am getting ready to start the school year again soon.  Only this time, I will have my own classroom for the first time.  I am super excited, scared, nervous, and many other adjectives that elude me right now.  I have SOOOO much to do to prepare- room prep, lesson plans, curriculum development, etc.  At the same time I am trying to deal with the loss of the priveldge of staying home with Johanna full-time.  It has been a fabulous summer full of fun times together.  We've had play-dates, swimming fun, story-time, lunches out, and lots more.  It has been a blast.  I've really enjoyed having time to cook dinner and just be mom.  I am sure that my perspective on staying home was slightly skewed by the fact that I knew I would be going back to work in August.  I am sure that it gave me a little more patience to know that my stay-home mama days were numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I couldn't ask for a better career as a mom.  I get home early and have quite a few holidays.  I love teaching.  I know that this is what the Lord has planned for me during this season of my life.  He worked everything out.  He provided a job and childcare in a way which left no doubt about His hand and blessing in the matter.  This being said, it doesn't make going back any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ironic that us moms are always our harshest critics.  I have been able to see things from both perspectives.  As a stay-at-home mom it was a struggle to not feel like everything always had to be perfect.  If the laundry wasn't done, the house not clean, or dinner not cooked- it was difficult to not feel guilty.  When I am at home I feel like I should cook or bake the cake no matter how crazy the day was or how tired I am.  However, when I am working I have absolutely no guilt about ordering that pizza or getting someone else to make the birthday cake.  When I am working, every second that I have at home gets spent on the floor or on the ground playing with Johanna.  When I am working I can ignore dirty floors and a huge pile of laundry and not feel as guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all about the expectations we put on ourselves.  After being on both sides, I just believe that us moms should support each other and not be too critical.  We never know the struggle or the reasons that someone else does what they do.  And we all always have our harshest critic staring right back at us every morning. I think one of those is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8348402421348629295?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8348402421348629295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8348402421348629295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8348402421348629295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8348402421348629295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-soon.html' title='Too soon'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8009007037779666794</id><published>2008-07-29T13:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:55:10.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Johanna is not officially 18 months old until Saturday, but we had her check-up a week ago.  I just can't believe that she is growing so fast.  It is happy and sad to look at her and realize that she is a little girl now, no longer a baby.  She says well over 100 words and will string them together into 2 and 3 word sentences.  She is all about her stuffed animals and her purses (an actual purse or any bag with a strap).  She is such a girl! She will throw her purse over her shoulder and walk to the door saying "bye-bye" or "shopping."  I claim absolutely no responsibility for this behavior! She also loves to tuck in her animals and dolls for bed.  She puts them in her chair and covers them up with a pillow.  It is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has recently shown some interest in the tv which started with daddy showing her part of Finding Nemo.  She now regularly comes downstairs, points at the tv and says, "memo, shish pease"  which is her slang for "nemo fish please!"  She also likes to watch Elmo's world (part of sesame street).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has become very interested in gum.  She likes to sneak into the drawer where we keep it and steal some.  I'll give her little pieces to try.  She tries so hard to chew it, but ends up swallowing it within a few minutes.  She tries to pry her hand into the mouth of others who are chewing gum so she can "see, see" what they are doing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent stats-&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference- I totally forget at this moment, but I remember that she was in the 70th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight- 26 lbs 11 oz  80th percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height- 34 1/2 inches - way off the charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sooooo tall for her age!  When she plays with other kids her age, she dwarfs them!  The doctor says that she is the perfect weight for her height and that everything else looks great! We still have some struggles with skin rashes, but I think it is getting better as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a GREAT 18 months, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZQ9bYN_I/AAAAAAAAAio/m6ZsAaBJ8V4/s1600-h/Jo+July+13th,+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZQ9bYN_I/AAAAAAAAAio/m6ZsAaBJ8V4/s320/Jo+July+13th,+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228495840302610418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZRDSEyfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4Do0nRE6Xds/s1600-h/July24+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZRDSEyfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4Do0nRE6Xds/s320/July24+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228495841874201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZRVhcKmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Unvb23W-bU8/s1600-h/July24+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZRVhcKmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Unvb23W-bU8/s320/July24+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228495846770485858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8009007037779666794?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8009007037779666794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8009007037779666794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8009007037779666794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8009007037779666794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-months.html' title='18 months'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SI9ZQ9bYN_I/AAAAAAAAAio/m6ZsAaBJ8V4/s72-c/Jo+July+13th,+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3894224751534184716</id><published>2008-07-25T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:21:00.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck goes Mexican</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On another fabulous evening in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;, the three of us (duck, Brian, and myself) got to eat at the reservation only Mexican restaurant at our resort.  It was amazing!  I think it was Brian's favorite of the whole trip.  Duck was happy because none of his close relatives were on the menu at this place.  After dinner we sat outside, listened to a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saxophone&lt;/span&gt; player with his band, and went for a walk. Here are some pics from the evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhp2SAtYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i4OwNqS6D-U/s1600-h/Vacation1+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhp2SAtYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i4OwNqS6D-U/s320/Vacation1+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564414300075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqEP31UI/AAAAAAAAAh0/irZpsH1tvkQ/s1600-h/Vacation1+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqEP31UI/AAAAAAAAAh0/irZpsH1tvkQ/s320/Vacation1+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564418049201474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqYiQaaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e5B_XrJeFew/s1600-h/Vacation1+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqYiQaaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e5B_XrJeFew/s320/Vacation1+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564423495018914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqoXLKAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DCIuG2XFw4M/s1600-h/Vacation1+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqoXLKAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/DCIuG2XFw4M/s320/Vacation1+55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564427743504386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEWf3ViI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hXQJnArclCA/s1600-h/Vacation1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEWf3ViI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hXQJnArclCA/s320/Vacation1+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562670601459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEqKdbUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/x4rhsHvWByY/s1600-h/Vacation1+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEqKdbUI/AAAAAAAAAhU/x4rhsHvWByY/s320/Vacation1+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562675880389954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEqi9hqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/huHEAcAH64M/s1600-h/Vacation1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFgEqi9hqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/huHEAcAH64M/s320/Vacation1+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224562675983156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And just to prove duck's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt; manners- here he is kissing the boo-boo of the poor person slipping on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqJQKjWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/L3kUfv8ksKo/s1600-h/Vacation1+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhqJQKjWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/L3kUfv8ksKo/s320/Vacation1+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224564419392605538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3894224751534184716?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3894224751534184716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3894224751534184716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3894224751534184716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3894224751534184716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/duck-goes-mexican.html' title='Duck goes Mexican'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SIFhp2SAtYI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i4OwNqS6D-U/s72-c/Vacation1+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2811678416805527115</id><published>2008-07-21T10:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:14:00.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have no fear fellow bloggers, I am still here and well.  I have decieded that I need a vacation from coming home from vacation.   It was great to come home and be reunited with Johanna! She was very happy to see us, but had a fabulous time with both sets of grandparents.  I have several blogs that I am still working on about our trip.  It was such a fabulous trip.  We really enjoyed spending time together- just the two of us.  It once again reminded me that I truly married my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjusting to post-vacation life has been a little rough.  Brian has been working third shift ever since he went back to work (to cover for someone else on vacation).   It has made things very interesting around here.  Let's just say I am excited that tonight is his last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my grandma is in town from Florida.  We had a family reunion yesterday, and have been getting together with family pretty much everyday since grandma got here last Wednesday.  It has been really great to spend time with her.  Johanna really love her Great GaGa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna is doing great.  I think she has officially entered the "terrible twos" even though she is only almost 18 months.  It's not really that bad except when I am really tired which has been often lately.   She doesn't listen as quickly as she once did.  When asked to comply her eyes often seem to say "and what are you gonna do if I don't!"  She also has broken out into a pretty steady chorus of "no" and"mine" lately.  At the library, she waits to see what toy some other child is going to play with and them runs up and says "no, mine!"  We have been working a lot on sharing and not saying "no" to mommy and daddy.  At least she does well when redirected.  It's the initial act which is so "terrible" two-ish.  It is good to know that she is normal, and the "mine" thing means that she is recognizing herself separately from others.  She has also started occasionally calling her daddy "Brian" which of course cracks Brian up.  At least it means that she now recognizes that one person called be called numerous names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a brief synopsis of what is going on in the Miller household.  Crazy as usual, but I wouldn't miss it for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2811678416805527115?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2811678416805527115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2811678416805527115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2811678416805527115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2811678416805527115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/pause.html' title='Pause'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-348349146153246929</id><published>2008-07-10T17:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:36:53.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibachi Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our second day here, Duck got the unique opportunity to eat at the Hibachi table at the specialty Japanese restaurant here at the resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Duck was so excited to go to the Hibachi restaurant (called Miso) that he almost broke a webbed foot jumping in excitement! This is duck all ready for his night out (he fluffed his feathers for over an hour).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9q6WopGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6u08kE2k7kA/s1600-h/Vacation1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9q6WopGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6u08kE2k7kA/s320/Vacation1+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221498994154841186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were seated quickly and had a five course meal.  It was absolutely delicious! Here is duck at Miso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9rletXJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YKrA03kFV0U/s1600-h/Vacation1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9rletXJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/YKrA03kFV0U/s320/Vacation1+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221499005731429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met some cool people while out.  We chatted it up with a couple from Texas (one of whom was originally from England) and another couple from Canada.  Here is duck getting up close and personal with the hibachi grill while anxiously awaiting his meal-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9sMIDEZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2LCf3Oi6L-Q/s1600-h/Vacation1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9sMIDEZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2LCf3Oi6L-Q/s320/Vacation1+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221499016105365906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we walked around the front of the resort for awhile, and duck stopped to take a dip in one of the gazillion fountains-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9sQL9VjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FvGYUoFjRU8/s1600-h/Vacation1+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9sQL9VjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FvGYUoFjRU8/s320/Vacation1+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221499017195509298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple other silly shots taken that evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is looking up to a small part of the main desk/ lobby area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHaAIlOVC-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ehS7dJwesSY/s1600-h/Vacation1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHaAIlOVC-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/ehS7dJwesSY/s320/Vacation1+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221501702902189026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is looking out toward some of the buildings that hold rooms, but it's hard to see anything because it is so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHaAJFnv86I/AAAAAAAAAg4/YfUNQDdgZhU/s1600-h/Vacation1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHaAJFnv86I/AAAAAAAAAg4/YfUNQDdgZhU/s320/Vacation1+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221501711598744482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned because next Duck went to the Mexican restaurant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-348349146153246929?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/348349146153246929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=348349146153246929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/348349146153246929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/348349146153246929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/hibatchi-duck.html' title='Hibachi Duck'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHZ9q6WopGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6u08kE2k7kA/s72-c/Vacation1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8700253270887702302</id><published>2008-07-07T13:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:02:27.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I know that Brian and I agreed to not spend much if any time on the computer while on vacation. However, we are having problems with our international calling service on the computer and haven't been able to call Johanna since Saturday (today is Monday).  So, I am no longer waiting to post all of these until I get home.  I will do some small posts to let Johanna see some pictures of us, but I won't be writing too many details until we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These posts will be about the adventures of duck.  He is your average duck, nothing too special.  However, he has the special quality of being loved by my daughter Johanna.  Since grandma and grandpa provided a duplicate duck, Johanna's duck traveled to Mexico with us.  Here are some of his adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck at the Ramada Inn close to the airport.  We had to leave at 3:30, so he wanted to stay close to the airport to get his beauty rest.  He didn't want to ruffle his feathers too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJW_qJvwwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pVrfN_jH_Ho/s1600-h/Vacation+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJW_qJvwwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pVrfN_jH_Ho/s320/Vacation+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330569722741506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Duck at the airport after checking in for the international flight and going through security.  Duck had to have a full body check. He was NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJW_3pDBDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p623jIiWgAg/s1600-h/Vacation+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJW_3pDBDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/p623jIiWgAg/s320/Vacation+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330573343687730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duck arrived in Mexico safe and sound.  Pictures of him paddling around the pool and in the sea will have to wait.  But, here is duck lounging around our suite-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our private outside terrace hot tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXArxGklI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wZxhJP87_P4/s1600-h/Vacation+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXArxGklI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wZxhJP87_P4/s320/Vacation+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330587336118866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching some ZZZZZ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXAHSrBOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s7DdaXWz8bI/s1600-h/Vacation+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXAHSrBOI/AAAAAAAAAfY/s7DdaXWz8bI/s320/Vacation+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330577544807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lounging on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXAUaZABI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1-E4NxMinQU/s1600-h/Vacation+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXAUaZABI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1-E4NxMinQU/s320/Vacation+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330581066842130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready in part of the bathroom (yes, we have a jacuzzi tub in there too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXYcy-BQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UMJxBztBkq4/s1600-h/Vacation+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXYcy-BQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UMJxBztBkq4/s320/Vacation+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330995634275586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching some T.V. (he refuses to miss the Waterfowl show on the discovery channel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXYMgHkII/AAAAAAAAAfw/ylMliwmuM_I/s1600-h/Vacation+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXYMgHkII/AAAAAAAAAfw/ylMliwmuM_I/s320/Vacation+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220330991260242050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a kiss from mommy after their morning workout at the gym.  He doesn't want to have dimples in his wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXY9X18EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/J2hLtNUN9Rc/s1600-h/Vacation+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJXY9X18EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/J2hLtNUN9Rc/s320/Vacation+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220331004378869826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna- Mommy and Daddy love you sooooooo much and miss you biggest bunches.  We will see you before you know it.  Have fun with grandma and grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8700253270887702302?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8700253270887702302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8700253270887702302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8700253270887702302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8700253270887702302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures-of-duck.html' title='The Adventures of Duck'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SHJW_qJvwwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/pVrfN_jH_Ho/s72-c/Vacation+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-9127823515955485215</id><published>2008-07-05T10:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:52:31.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We leave Johanna in about 30 minutes.  I am sad and excited at the same time- so sad to be leaving my little girl, but so excited to spend a week with my husband.  I know that she will be fine and have a blast with grandma and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave without one more post.  I apologize that I usually don't have time to edit my posts.  I often go back and reread later (after they have already been posted for a day or so) and make the corrections.  However, I will not be doing that this time, so DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast at a 4th of July party at a friends house.  They have a BIG party every 4th and we always go.  They had over 100 people this year! There are lots of kids, and they are so accommodating.  They have tons of toys and things for all the kids to do.  Plus, they live right across from where the fireworks get shot off, so we watch from their front yard!  A big thanks to Jim and Darcy for always opening up their home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept Johanna up for the fireworks.  She had a blast playing at the party (as you will see) and LOVED the fireworks! She keep saying "oooooo, ahhhhh," clapping, and asking (or signing) for more!  Here are some pics from the day.  Johanna had a really cute and festive outfit which got demolished in the sand box (thats not mud on her butt- it's sand!).  Also, please notice all the sand on her face- not food, but close enough to her.  She only ate about three handfuls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JyXlxIZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dVHeO0VKiUw/s1600-h/July+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JyXlxIZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dVHeO0VKiUw/s320/July+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219541991564583314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H9W-WC4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/iAwTD60Giu0/s1600-h/July+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H9W-WC4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/iAwTD60Giu0/s320/July+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219539981354535810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;At the party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JyoYNLTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OOxfGhhPsFs/s1600-h/July+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JyoYNLTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OOxfGhhPsFs/s320/July+2008+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219541996071103794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JzU22LtI/AAAAAAAAAew/nv4hOrraQm0/s1600-h/July+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JzU22LtI/AAAAAAAAAew/nv4hOrraQm0/s320/July+2008+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542008010780370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JzRD4klI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yAnYKN81bGA/s1600-h/July+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JzRD4klI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yAnYKN81bGA/s320/July+2008+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542006991721042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H85dJrjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/M7Acu5m9kJE/s1600-h/July+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H85dJrjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/M7Acu5m9kJE/s320/July+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219539973430685234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-Jzs6oP7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HhujWyJCiFY/s1600-h/July+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-Jzs6oP7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/HhujWyJCiFY/s320/July+2008+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219542014469095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A great pic with grandpa! I wonder if we could get rid of the sand around her mouth?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;During the fireworks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H8UAduNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AbRNvZcc1Ss/s1600-h/July+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H8UAduNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AbRNvZcc1Ss/s320/July+2008+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219539963378251986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H9Focg9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EiefNn_HeRU/s1600-h/July+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-H9Focg9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EiefNn_HeRU/s320/July+2008+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219539976699282386" 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/3912114022281884014-9127823515955485215?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9127823515955485215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=9127823515955485215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9127823515955485215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9127823515955485215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG-JyXlxIZI/AAAAAAAAAeg/dVHeO0VKiUw/s72-c/July+2008+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6101981449371575638</id><published>2008-07-04T14:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:48:26.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One day to go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I must start by saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;th &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;f &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;J&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(and yes that took entirely too much time to do).  With us leaving tomorrow, we obviously have a million things to do.  Johanna is all set to have grandmas and grandpas watch here all week.  Although, I don't know if Brian or I are ready for that :(   We are EXTREMELY excited for vacation, but it is still sad to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you know anal-retentive me has a list on the fridge (one section for Brian and one for myself) of things that must be completed before we leave tomorrow.  However, husbands have minds of their own.  Brian decided that instead of just sticking to the list, he would clean out the refrigerator.  Now normally I would be jumping up and down and screaming "YAY!" But, with vacation only one day away, clean shelves just didn't rank high on my list.  I had already cleaned out any old food. So, Brian took about an hour and a half to clean out every inch of the fridge which resulted in this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG510RL-5EI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pSMS28epmIs/s1600-h/June272008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG510RL-5EI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pSMS28epmIs/s320/June272008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238558996292674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm yeah, that is a broken window.  When he was drying part of a shelf, a piece of metal slid out and busted right through one of our kitchen windows.  It was like something out of the Fresh Prince of Bel Aire.  Brian is now running around getting it all fixed up.  Needless to say, our lists are not looking so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life will go on, and we will still leave and everything will be fine.  It really is kind of humorous.  I couldn't be too mad since he was cleaning up the mess, he got a shard of glass stuck in his hand.  Lets just say- lots of blood.  Johanna was very confused.  I kept trying to help him and keep her away at the same time. CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a vacation from getting ready for vacation!  Although, I sure will miss this face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG510Qw6XEI/AAAAAAAAAds/tc7TxyHpY1k/s1600-h/Johanna+62008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG510Qw6XEI/AAAAAAAAAds/tc7TxyHpY1k/s320/Johanna+62008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219238558882749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(and no, I am not talking about my face which is cut off in this picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6101981449371575638?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6101981449371575638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6101981449371575638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6101981449371575638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6101981449371575638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-day-to-go.html' title='One day to go....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SG510RL-5EI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pSMS28epmIs/s72-c/June272008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-696278135888027329</id><published>2008-07-01T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:45:20.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The countdown has begun! Actually, I have been counting down for months, but now it is really almost here.  Brian and I leave for vacation this Saturday.  Our flight technically leaves Sunday morning (at 7 am), but we are leaving and staying at the airport on Saturday. My parents will take care of Johanna during the week, and Brian's parents will have her over the weekend.  We will be gone for  about 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited, but nervous about leaving Johanna.  I am not nervous about her being taken care of or anything.  I just hope that she doesn't hate me when we come back.  My sis and her hubbie left their oldest (and only at the time) for a week when she was the same age as Johanna.  She said that Sierra wouldn't even come to them when they got back! However, she got over it real quick and everything was fine.  So, I am mostly excited.  I know that it is important for Brian and I to do this together.  Ultimately, Johanna rejoices in the strength of our marriage, so this is good for her too.  We also figure that this will be our last kid-less vacation for a lloooonnngggg time. I'm sure we'll get a weekend here and there, but not a whole week.  Especially a whole week in MEXICO! Woohoo!  We are heading back to the same area we honeymooned in 7 years ago.  The trip is a graduation present from Brian (thanks sweetie!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a rule for vacation- we can only check the Internet once a day (if that), and no long posting or writing.  It sounds fair because we both spend too much time on the computer when we could be spending more quality time together.  In other words- I will be posting throughout this week, but not as much (if at all) over the week we are on vacation.  You might just have to wait to here how fabulous everything was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna is doing much better. Thanks to everyone for the nice thoughts and well-wishes.  I am still working on all my letters.  Things are busy getting ready for vacation, and I want to make sure all the letters sound really intelligent and well put together instead of just angry.  Maybe I will post them before I send them.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna and I are set to have another fun-filled summer day tomorrow.  We have been back to our crazy schedule now that she is better.  Tomorrow we are planning to visit the splash park.  Please pray that Johanna stays healthy this week and throughout our time in Mexico :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-696278135888027329?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/696278135888027329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=696278135888027329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/696278135888027329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/696278135888027329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-days-to-go.html' title='4 days to go..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7571511654655441378</id><published>2008-06-27T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:06:30.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ongoing saga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The sickness saga continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna was still very ill on Wednesday, and by Thursday morning the rash had spread to her back and arms.  Her fever stayed down, but she started tugging at her ear and still wouldn't eat anything.  I could just tell that she was so miserable.  That was the end of my rope.  I called my family doctor determined to get someone to see Johanna.  The receptionist I talked to, Heather (oh yeah, I'm calling people out now) was extremely rude and still insisted that there was no way they could see Johanna.  I asked to specifically talk to my doctor of more than 20 years.  Heather then started slightly retracting.  She said that I could not talk to my doctor but that I could talk to her nurse.  I still think that Dr. Jolliff has no idea how her patients are treated by the other staff.  I was about ready to tell Heather a little about what I thought about her, when I decided that she wan't worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up and called a newer medical services at the North-end of Wooster called ASAP Medical Services (or something close to that).  The lady who answered the phone was so nice.  She informed me that they would take my insurance.  However, they normally don't see kids under age two.  However, after hearing what had been going on she said that she wanted to talk to the doctor about us and see what they could do.  She called me back not even two minutes later and said that they would see us right away (Thank God!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Johanna right away (still in her jammies).  We only had to fill out one piece of paperwork and got in very quickly.  The nurse was excellent.  Johanna was slightly traumatized by her ER visit on Monday (with all the needles), but the nurse was fun and friendly so Johanna did MUCH better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came in quickly and after a short exam said that Johanna was a textbook case of Roseola.  She also had a slight ear infection.  Poor little girl!  He gave me printouts of info about Roseola and Johanna really was a textbook case.  She had all the sympotms exactly and even in the right order.  We got presrpitions for antibiotics and extra ibprophine which were covered by our insurance. This was REALLY nice of the doctor considering when you have a sick kid you realize that you should have bought stock in ibprophine ( at almost $6 a tiny bottle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is that the only doctor's office that took pity on us was the one that wasn't even one of our doctors. Go figure! All I have to say is "shame on you"  to the other offices.  I don't blame Dr. Burke or Dr. Jolliff becasue I don't think they knew what was going on.  But, shame on the staff at their offices that we spoke to.  They are an abombination to the healthcare industry.  There was no "health" or "care" in the way they handled this situation.  I hope they realize the impact that their attitudes and actions can have on the health of a little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for them, they messed with the wrong mama.  Thus, I am in the process of writing letters to Dr. Burke, Dr. Jolliff, a letter to the editor, and the govenor (about the state of how healthcare transitions are handled).  I just hope their carelessness does not go on to effect another child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7571511654655441378?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7571511654655441378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7571511654655441378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7571511654655441378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7571511654655441378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/ongoing-saga.html' title='The ongoing saga...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3857344997444078301</id><published>2008-06-25T14:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:37:48.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with the world today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am coming off a very frustrating experience, so please excuse the ranting.  Or, you could just agree with me and make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna got sick on Sunday.  It started with a fever over 102.  By Monday morning it was over 104 and not coming down much at all with medicine.  She wouldn't eat or drink and just wanted to lay on one of us (which is very unusual if you know Johanna).  Luckily it was Brian's day off because I am in charge of music for VBS at my church this week.  When I cam home in between  segments of VBS, Johanna was lying on Brian (for about 1.5 hours before I got home) with a fever of about 104. We had to make the tough decision of whether or not we should take her to the emergency room.  We decided it was better to go then than to end up in the ER in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why this is so annoying-----&lt;br /&gt;Johanna DID NOT need to go to the emergency room.  She needed to be seen by a doctor.  You might be thinking- "don't you have a pediatrician?"  The answer is yes.  However, my pediatricians office ended their relationship with our insurance company.  We immediately switched to a new company that they will take, but they would not allow the switch to take affect until July 1st. So, early Monday morning I called my doctors office where the lovely (aka rude and unhelpful) nurses refused to even offer advice or make an appointment for my daughter to see the only doctor she has known for a year and a half.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I said, "so you're telling me that there is no way that you can help me even though you are my child's doctor's office and she had a temp of over 104?" and they said "yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I then called my family doctor (of 20 years) because I knew they took the insurence that we were still technically covered by until the end of the month.  I told them what was going on and they refused to help saying that they had no time to see new patients that day.  Both offices informed me that they couldn't help me and that I should just take Johanna to the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice picture of the customer service that is so prevalent in our healthcare industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at the ER at about 7:30 where she ended up having a CBC and chest x-rays.  It was horrible.  She got stuck 5 times to get the blood and they never could get the IV in.  Thankfully the staff at the ER was very understanding and helpful, especially after I told them our situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be much better on Tuesday.  No really fever (99.4 was the highest).  She still wasn't eating good, but was walking and talking.  Today she woke up with a little fever again (101) and a rash all over her tummy.  I once again called all the doctors offices and pleaded for help to no avail.  The free clinic won't take us because we have insurence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we don't end up in the emergency room again.  So, even though this will technically not be a problem anymore after July 1st, I am still outraged by the situation.  I think I may be looking for anyother pediatrician.  It's too bad becasue the actual doctor has been pretty great.  I don't think he knows the extent to which his staff can be rude and unhelpful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus concludes another example of what is wrong with the world today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3857344997444078301?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3857344997444078301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3857344997444078301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3857344997444078301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3857344997444078301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-wrong-with-world-today.html' title='what is wrong with the world today...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1445618324630939647</id><published>2008-06-20T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:12:50.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't believe that I haven't posted since Monday! I knew that I had been busy, but I didn't realize it had been that long. Here is something I realized once again this week-  SUMMER VACATION IS FANTASTIC!!  Johanna and I are so busy doing fun things that I can't even keep track of what day it is! We have play-dates, library story-time, trips to the park and pool, and fun visits from family and friends.  This week, besides everything already mentioned, I have been doing a lot of work in the yard.  I have redone three flower beds this week.  This included transplanting old plants, digging up plants I didn't like, weeding, and planting new plants.  It has been a lot of work, but so much fun! I also finished our back patio of part of Brian's Father's Day gift (yes, I am the mst awesome wife ever).  That project including the moving and distribuation of heavy stones, limestone, gravel, and lots of mulch.  Here are some pic of some of the flowers I planted this week.  Thanks to my friend Amy who helped me pick out flowers and to my dad for helping me pick up and unload all my patio materials.  What would I do without my friends and family?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIBlTSmpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y-I2IRCMpIk/s1600-h/june202008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIBlTSmpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y-I2IRCMpIk/s320/june202008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213980923129928338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIBopImKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zd10Xm2T9gQ/s1600-h/june202008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIBopImKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zd10Xm2T9gQ/s320/june202008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213980924026853538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIB6GKCDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pIWLv9jHfeM/s1600-h/june202008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIB6GKCDI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pIWLv9jHfeM/s320/june202008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213980928711985202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvICAoAxOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PE7pFpmXnmA/s1600-h/june202008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvICAoAxOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PE7pFpmXnmA/s320/june202008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213980930464597218" 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/3912114022281884014-1445618324630939647?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1445618324630939647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1445618324630939647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1445618324630939647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1445618324630939647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-that-i-havent-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFvIBlTSmpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y-I2IRCMpIk/s72-c/june202008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6997647892358220797</id><published>2008-06-16T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:53:37.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do you ever leave from a gathering of friends and realize that something you said may have come across different than you meant it?  But, your not sure if it was taken that way or not, and asking may just make it look/ sound even weirder.  Yeah, I totally did that tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6997647892358220797?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6997647892358220797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6997647892358220797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6997647892358220797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6997647892358220797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-those-things.html' title='One of those things...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6495911983985882813</id><published>2008-06-15T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:03:39.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFW7NgHeK5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/hQ2kuq5GEdo/s1600-h/june132008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFW7NgHeK5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/hQ2kuq5GEdo/s320/june132008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212277984385182610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFW7ORLUaKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PcdZ3UYQUe8/s1600-h/june132008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFW7ORLUaKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PcdZ3UYQUe8/s320/june132008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212277997554657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Johanna wanted me to let you all know how grateful she is to have the BESTEST DADDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know "bestest" isn't a real word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-6495911983985882813?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6495911983985882813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6495911983985882813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6495911983985882813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6495911983985882813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFW7NgHeK5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/hQ2kuq5GEdo/s72-c/june132008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4457397615886001169</id><published>2008-06-13T19:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:04:28.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and Help!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Johanna got to play with her good friend Katelyn today. She had so much fun! Her and Katelyn kept cracking each other up with their one-year-old humor. I guess there is something really funny about throwing a ball and saying "boom!" They kept giving each other hugs and blowing kisses.  It was so cute! I kept trying to get a picture of then hugging, but the stupid shutter delay made me miss the moment.  Here are three of my attempts.  Still adorable if you ask me!  Johanna is actually saying "hug" while they are hugging in the last pic.  I love my camera because it has a swivel screen, but I think I would like a second digital one without such a delay.  Any suggestions?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ-GbxkjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Xk2L5tGucYc/s1600-h/june132008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ-GbxkjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Xk2L5tGucYc/s320/june132008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211520156281442866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ-e_0IMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GxOnTLRi2KE/s1600-h/june132008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ-e_0IMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GxOnTLRi2KE/s320/june132008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211520162875056322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ_EVUNgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CvSw3FDe51k/s1600-h/june132008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ_EVUNgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CvSw3FDe51k/s320/june132008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211520172897351170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4457397615886001169?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4457397615886001169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4457397615886001169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4457397615886001169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4457397615886001169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/hugs-and-help.html' title='Hugs and Help!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMJ-GbxkjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Xk2L5tGucYc/s72-c/june132008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-9172745870517266066</id><published>2008-06-12T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:09:37.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I added the pictures.  The first is all of the "goodies"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;inside a cup.  The second is a smattering on a paper towel so that you can see all the different varieties and textures that she passed up.  There is even a good hair in their. Yum....fiber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMLnI51K6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/PH0-Gt2jlIw/s1600-h/june132008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMLnI51K6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/PH0-Gt2jlIw/s320/june132008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211521960830643106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMLn3OoC0I/AAAAAAAAAck/VBDW_ZBGIHU/s1600-h/june132008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMLn3OoC0I/AAAAAAAAAck/VBDW_ZBGIHU/s320/june132008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211521973265894210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to REALLY clean Johanna's high chair tonight.  I mean, I "clean" after every meal and then I wipe it down with Clorox Hard Surface every couple of days.  But this time I took the whole seat apart and cleaned the pad underneath etc.  HOLY SMOKES!! There was like an entire meals worth of dried up food hiding behind her seat cover!  I will post a picture of this as soon as my camera has batteries in it again.  Yes, I am saving the food I found in a cup on the counter.  Yes, I know this is gross, but it was pretty funny.  Johanna has always had a habit of stashing food beside her when she was full.  However, I always clean out all the food after I get her out.  I guess I never knew it made it all the way behind the cover.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-9172745870517266066?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9172745870517266066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=9172745870517266066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9172745870517266066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/9172745870517266066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-to-some.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SFMLnI51K6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/PH0-Gt2jlIw/s72-c/june132008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3396545341355719979</id><published>2008-06-11T13:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:03:02.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems to me that pretty much everyone knows the deal with horizontal stripes.  I'll bet even the guy rolling his eyes in the chair next the dressing room at the local department store would know.  Okay people, horizontal stripes are not slimming.  They are even known to make one look bigger.  How does the clothing industry not know or recognize this.  How is it hard to find summer shirts which DON'T have horizontal stripes?  Let's not even get me started on bathing suits. I went to A local store to try and find a new summer suit.  At least 4 out of 5 suits had horizontal stripes.  All I have to say is that MY CHEST AND BUTT DO NOT NEED TO LOOK ANY BIGGER.  They certainly don't need help looking big.  They have been handling that just fine for the past 15 years of my life.  So, all you clothing people out there - LAY OFF THE HORIZONTAL STRIPES.  Sheesh! I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3396545341355719979?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3396545341355719979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3396545341355719979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3396545341355719979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3396545341355719979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hey.html' title='What the hey'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7238703111555604439</id><published>2008-06-09T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:34:46.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I missed a day already. Hey, everyone should take at least one day off which should include blogging as well.   My camera batteries need recharged so I haven't taken any really great photos lately.  We have been having a ton of fun at the pool 3- 4 days a week.  Daddy got to come for the first time today.  He had fun but was ready to leave after about 30 minutes.  I informed him that I did not pack up two bags worth of stuff and pay 5 bucks to get him in so that we could stay for 30 minutes.  The work required to make it to the pool with a toddler requires at least an hour stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna gave me a great reminder tonight.  I was tired.  It had been a fun but long day.  Johanna had already had her bath and was in her jammies.  I was trying to give her a bedtime snack (one of her favorites parts of the day).  She proceeded to take a bite and then run off.  She has this new game of "come and get me" every time we want her to come to us.  Let's just say that mommy is not a fan.  So, I told her that mommy was not going to chase her this time because mommy was tired and hungry (no dinner yet) and that if she wanted her snack she needed to come and eat it before mommy did (yes, I was very serious).   She proceeded to duck around the corner again.  I sighed a sigh of frustration and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Johanna's smiling face peak around the corner.  She was playing peek-a-boo with me at the same spot I played it with her almost every day.  By the third "boo"  I was laughing out loud.  What a nice little reminder that no matter what happens throughout the day, I have the best "boo"-er willing and waiting to provide a smile, hug, and kiss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent pics of my giggle-box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KG3mnCuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jhsCED9JIoI/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KG3mnCuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jhsCED9JIoI/s320/Johanna+Eden+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210042563291450082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KH1HiSkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dbYYLlRliHg/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KH1HiSkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dbYYLlRliHg/s320/Johanna+Eden+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210042579804113474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KINT_1jI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xfisdJEdUCs/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KINT_1jI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xfisdJEdUCs/s320/Johanna+Eden+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210042586298832434" 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/3912114022281884014-7238703111555604439?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7238703111555604439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7238703111555604439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7238703111555604439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7238703111555604439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SE3KG3mnCuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/jhsCED9JIoI/s72-c/Johanna+Eden+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-8003650002427482119</id><published>2008-06-07T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:03:00.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEsvWraxioI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NPc2kX_-wt0/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEsvWraxioI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NPc2kX_-wt0/s320/Johanna+Eden+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209309460642761346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;While we are on the subject of saucy and sassy gals, I had to post this picture of Johanna.  This photo was taken the morning of my party.  This is a PAAARRRTTY outfit.  I LOVE the fashion tights and pebbles ponytail!  Plus, she definitely has the personality to pull it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-8003650002427482119?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8003650002427482119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=8003650002427482119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8003650002427482119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/8003650002427482119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/sassy-girl.html' title='Sassy Girl!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEsvWraxioI/AAAAAAAAAbk/NPc2kX_-wt0/s72-c/Johanna+Eden+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2763340245512755947</id><published>2008-06-06T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:26:41.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ELC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Since this blog is a pretty constant celebration of my adorable and wonderful Johanna, I decided to spend a day celebrating another adorable and wonderful baby in my life.  These are pictures of our friends, Shawn and Erika's, daughter (who we will call ELC).  I have been moving through my May pictures and wanted to do a post about these.  Johanna had a blast with her buddy, and Brian and I had fun getting to spend more time with the whole family!! ELC is full of vigor and spunk, which I LOVE.  She is a saucy gal!!  She and Johanna will have fun sharing stories as they get older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOVvBov9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Xbdeo3hX2mw/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOVvBov9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Xbdeo3hX2mw/s320/Johanna+Eden+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850948082417618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOWbQYmGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jmS3MHe8aLI/s1600-h/Train+Fun+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOWbQYmGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jmS3MHe8aLI/s320/Train+Fun+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850959955433570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOWyb7u1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/zpVIv8l0BTA/s1600-h/Train+Fun+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOWyb7u1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/zpVIv8l0BTA/s320/Train+Fun+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850966177889106" 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/3912114022281884014-2763340245512755947?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2763340245512755947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2763340245512755947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2763340245512755947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2763340245512755947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/elc.html' title='ELC'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEmOVvBov9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Xbdeo3hX2mw/s72-c/Johanna+Eden+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5007539226584997471</id><published>2008-06-05T14:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:12:04.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Autographs Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEg4hK3lr3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/SlMVYlQw4Kk/s1600-h/Train+Fun+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEg4hK3lr3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/SlMVYlQw4Kk/s320/Train+Fun+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475111558328178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEg4hq3lr4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/oN210pIYGqM/s1600-h/Train+Fun+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEg4hq3lr4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/oN210pIYGqM/s320/Train+Fun+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208475120148262786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just had to post these two pic today because they so capture a current stage that Johanna is in.  She is really just "too cool." She is "too cool" for help doing anything.  We were at the pool this afternoon and she was just wwaaaayyyyy "too cool" to hold mommy's hand next to the water.  After only a slight meltdown things went okay.  But, she really is just so independent and loves to doing everything "like a big girl."  Yesterday, she was in the bathroom with me at my mom's house (because you never get to go alone after you become a mom), and they have a kids potty for my sisters youngest.  She walked up to it, said "potty", and opened the lid.  So, I randomly asked if she wanted to sit on the potty.  She answered with a very clear "yes" as she pulled her own pants down.  I helped her take her diaper off and she sat on the potty.  When I was done, I asked her if she was done (even though she just sat there the whole time).  She said "yes" so I handed her some toilet paper (just for effect) She proceeded to wipe and throw it on the floor (not sure where she learned to throw it on the floor).  She was very proud of herself.  So, as you can see, she is just "too cool" for anything "baby." It goes too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5007539226584997471?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5007539226584997471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5007539226584997471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5007539226584997471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5007539226584997471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-autographs-please.html' title='No Autographs Please'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEg4hK3lr3I/AAAAAAAAAa8/SlMVYlQw4Kk/s72-c/Train+Fun+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-1398620857972416138</id><published>2008-06-04T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:03:42.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Shop for Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;More pics from when Shawn, Erika, and their crew were in town.  Today we will feature a montage which captured an interaction between Bryce and Johanna.  He is a year older, and Johanna was pretty infatuated with him.  She asked for him every morning "byce, byce" for about a week after they left.  So, here she is chillin with her crush on the couch, trying to do his hair.  I wanted to tell her that boys will hold just as still for hair clips when they get older, but I didn't want to give her false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7K3lryI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qWOJwjV36W8/s1600-h/Calihans+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7K3lryI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qWOJwjV36W8/s320/Calihans+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072037467533090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7a3lrzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/pjWEJHH4U6I/s1600-h/Calihans+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7a3lrzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/pjWEJHH4U6I/s320/Calihans+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072041762500402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7a3lr0I/AAAAAAAAAag/aA1UOhY6sfw/s1600-h/Calihans+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7a3lr0I/AAAAAAAAAag/aA1UOhY6sfw/s320/Calihans+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072041762500418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ763lr1I/AAAAAAAAAao/JaQzUY2vyZQ/s1600-h/Calihans+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ763lr1I/AAAAAAAAAao/JaQzUY2vyZQ/s320/Calihans+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208072050352435026" 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/3912114022281884014-1398620857972416138?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1398620857972416138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=1398620857972416138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1398620857972416138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/1398620857972416138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-shop-for-boys.html' title='Beauty Shop for Boys'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEbJ7K3lryI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qWOJwjV36W8/s72-c/Calihans+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-7417251580679694166</id><published>2008-06-03T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:56:33.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrant Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEV2pa3lrwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SXKHrz7nvZE/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEV2pa3lrwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SXKHrz7nvZE/s320/Johanna+Eden+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207698998083038978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEV2pq3lrxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KhHUCs5n2wA/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEV2pq3lrxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KhHUCs5n2wA/s320/Johanna+Eden+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207699002378006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Our good friends, Shawn and Erika, as well as their three kiddos made the trek to Woo town for my grad party (thanks guys!).  They stayed with us, and this is a pic of the kids having fun.  It started with just one standing on the little seat, but soon they all wanted to join the party.  At the end Johanna was like "Hey, I wanna sit on my seat." Thus, she proceeded to sit on the seat and crowd the standers into a little corner.  What a bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-7417251580679694166?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7417251580679694166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=7417251580679694166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7417251580679694166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/7417251580679694166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/tyrant-tuesday.html' title='Tyrant Tuesday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SEV2pa3lrwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SXKHrz7nvZE/s72-c/Johanna+Eden+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2364295682175789537</id><published>2008-06-01T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:40:00.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture says a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Since I have so much I need to blog about I decided that I would start to post a picture with a caption everyday. This whole everyday thing won't start until Tuesday since I will be unavailable tomorrow.  But here is a little something to get us started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SENb58v8qzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iVpj0nG8gx8/s1600-h/Train+Fun+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SENb58v8qzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iVpj0nG8gx8/s320/Train+Fun+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207106645288332082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Family picture with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sir Topham Hatt &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at the Thomas event.  Johanna is letting the world know how toddlers really feel about strange men in hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-2364295682175789537?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2364295682175789537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=2364295682175789537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2364295682175789537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/2364295682175789537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='A picture says a thousand words...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SENb58v8qzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iVpj0nG8gx8/s72-c/Train+Fun+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-4059873361843278862</id><published>2008-05-28T11:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:52:38.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have a quick second at work to write a quick note. The big news is.....................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;............no, I am not pregnant...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A JOB!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be teaching seventh grade math and science at a local middle school next year. I am super pumped.  I will write more later and let you know all the details.  AHHHHHH! I have so much to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, look at what that good ol' Akron edgimucation can get ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SD206sv8qyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qKFfXI5ziac/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SD206sv8qyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qKFfXI5ziac/s320/Johanna+April+08+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205515664847842082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-4059873361843278862?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4059873361843278862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=4059873361843278862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4059873361843278862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/4059873361843278862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SD206sv8qyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qKFfXI5ziac/s72-c/Johanna+April+08+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3732958166496041639</id><published>2008-05-20T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:31:57.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have so much to blog about.  I graduated and had a graduation party the next weekend.  We had company and went to a Thomas the Train railroad event.  I thought that I would be able to have a flurry of posts in the next day or so, but I'm booked to sub everyday the rest of this week. I need to make some moola!!  Today was the first day ever that I got paid to teach. It was actually kind of a weird feeling!  So, some of the posting will have to wait.  Although, I plan on getting at least a few done throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are a few pics that wanted to post.  Johanna is in a real climbing stage right now.  I took these a little over a week ago.  I was just trying to get some laundry done, and she was having a blast in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's no dirty undies in the pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm4sQA5uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sI_XTVwY5eY/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm4sQA5uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sI_XTVwY5eY/s320/Johanna+Eden+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202544749935912674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm48QA5vI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ri_Ishz3jjQ/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm48QA5vI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ri_Ishz3jjQ/s320/Johanna+Eden+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202544754230879986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm5cQA5wI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TrGEROF5-h8/s1600-h/Johanna+Eden+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm5cQA5wI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TrGEROF5-h8/s320/Johanna+Eden+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202544762820814594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3732958166496041639?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3732958166496041639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3732958166496041639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3732958166496041639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3732958166496041639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/mini-post.html' title='Mini-post'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SDMm4sQA5uI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sI_XTVwY5eY/s72-c/Johanna+Eden+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3387511729651963922</id><published>2008-05-15T22:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:10:53.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We are expecting company tomorrow.  Our good friends Shawn and Erika, as well as their three kids, are making the trek up to good ol' Woo town for my graduation party on Saturday.  They will be staying with us for the weekend, which will be lots of crazy chaotic fun for adults and kids alike!  So, today I had a challenge that is not for the faint of heart.  I needed to clean my whole house and do some major grocery shopping.  The cleaning doesn't sound too bad except for the fact that my house hadn't been REALLY cleaned since right before I brought Johanna home from the hospital (thanks to my mom and sis).  I mean, Brian and I are not filthy people or anything.... but we do choose to clean around the bed instead of under it.  Who REALLY cleans under their bed all the time anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my entire family (Brian on morning baby duty, dad on afternoon baby duty, and mom with a vacuum in one hand and a rag in the other) the house is complete.  I literally had a two inch layer of dust on my hardwood floor underneath my bed.  I AM NOT KIDDING.  I also completed my grocery shopping and have everything put away.  I even managed to have an eye appointment and pick out new glasses (pictures to come) in the middle of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am basking in the limelight of a productive day.  Because, who cares if you don't yet have a job so long as you have a clean house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3387511729651963922?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3387511729651963922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3387511729651963922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3387511729651963922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3387511729651963922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew.html' title='Whew...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-5464235226385635376</id><published>2008-05-11T14:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:32:20.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have so much to blog about.  I graduated yesterday (yay me!) with a bachelors of science in middle childhood education with concentration areas of math, science, and reading.  I can't believe I am done.  I have so much to blog about the ceremony etc., but that will have to be a different day (after all my pics are uploaded!).  My grad party is this coming Sat. (the 17th) and we have quite a few friends coming for the festivities.  Okay, this blog really isn't about graduation, so I will stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is about "mamas day."  So a big   HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all my mama friends and readers.  You all deserve a CRAZY celebration for all the you do.  There is no one like a mama.  So, I also say thanks to my own momma- I don't know what I'd do without you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna wrote me a nice message on her chalkboard wall today.  My family went out to a nice lunch at The Pines where Johanna continued her  mommy loving festivities which included chanting my name while she rubbed hot dogs and potatoes all over her head and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little lady so much.  Motherhood is a journey which can be difficult at times.  However, one little smile erases all the difficulties (most days!).   It is one amazing ride, and I wouldn't trade it for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though it would be fun to post pics taken around Mothers Day last year, and then really recent pics from this year (We haven't taken any mothers day ones..ooops!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ones from last year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDZcQA5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9wrkJkCMDPs/s1600-h/Johanna+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDZcQA5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9wrkJkCMDPs/s320/Johanna+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199198399181678098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDZ8QA5iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vXOGcYIIp6Y/s1600-h/Picture+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDZ8QA5iI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vXOGcYIIp6Y/s320/Picture+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199198407771612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCeP-MQA5tI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/40Cb3as1F5k/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCeP-MQA5tI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/40Cb3as1F5k/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199282593425581778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;w, here are some recent ones, including some taken yesterday morning before I left for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDaMQA5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/p498tZ4t5yY/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDaMQA5kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/p498tZ4t5yY/s320/Johanna+April+08+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199198412066580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDMQA5nI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sBBMBtcWruk/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDMQA5nI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sBBMBtcWruk/s320/Johanna+April+08+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199200215952844402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDcQA5oI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XeAaq_cq54U/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDcQA5oI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XeAaq_cq54U/s320/Johanna+April+08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199200220247811714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDsQA5pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4FGqkAf_nqo/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFDsQA5pI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4FGqkAf_nqo/s320/Johanna+April+08+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199200224542779026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFD8QA5qI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mPnTrNwh998/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdFD8QA5qI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mPnTrNwh998/s320/Johanna+April+08+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199200228837746338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh how things can change in a year.  My little girl is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-5464235226385635376?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5464235226385635376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=5464235226385635376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5464235226385635376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/5464235226385635376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommas-day.html' title='Momma&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SCdDZcQA5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/9wrkJkCMDPs/s72-c/Johanna+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-6677544275623100226</id><published>2008-05-03T13:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:10:05.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An ah-ha moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I titled this blog "an ah-ha moment" because I knew that would get your attention.  Love her or hate her, everyone knows Opera.  So, now that I have your attention..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GRADUATE ONE WEEK FROM TODAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Since I don't want my readers to turn on me, I will now post a few pics from last weekends Miller Family Bonfire. Therefore, you should not be too angry or disappointed in the contents of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypQCytvAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dbNKcohXrW0/s1600-h/Johanna+April+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypQCytvAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dbNKcohXrW0/s320/Johanna+April+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196214163171294210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypQyytvBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yIrh3QiQMNw/s1600-h/Johanna+April+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypQyytvBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/yIrh3QiQMNw/s320/Johanna+April+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196214176056196114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypRCytvCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCkQiL1IQvk/s1600-h/Johanna+April+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypRCytvCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCkQiL1IQvk/s320/Johanna+April+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196214180351163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&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/3912114022281884014-6677544275623100226?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6677544275623100226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=6677544275623100226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6677544275623100226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/6677544275623100226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/ah-ha-moment.html' title='An ah-ha moment'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBypQCytvAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dbNKcohXrW0/s72-c/Johanna+April+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3200703477722665949</id><published>2008-04-29T20:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:04:45.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Sweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For some reason I have been feeling especially blessed lately.  It is sad that I don't feel this way all the time since I am TRULY VERY BLESSED.  Yes, I am still looking for a job.  Actually, nothing has really changed, except for my attitude.  Through this whole job search process God has constantly been reminding me that he is in control and that all things will happen in his timing.  Thankfully he has blessed me with a grateful heart in the process.  Not that I don't have my moments (or days) when I am impatient and grumpy about the lack of structure, focus, and organization surrounding my future.  However, I have been brought to tears daily with the reminder of how blessed I am- of how truly great I have it.  I have a wonderful husband who loves me, supports me 200%, and is truly my best friend.  I have a beautiful daughter who is the sunshine in my everyday life.  Just looking at her for one second reminds me how blessed I am and how much I LOVE my life.  I also have such a wonderful and supportive family. They all play their own intricate and irreplaceable role in my life.  I hope they know how much they are loved.  I also have fabulous friends who always know when to call and see how things are going or know that maybe I just need to hear a funny story.  Things are still hard at times, but ahhhhhh......LIFE IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are picture deprived- here are a few pics from just two days ago.  I have the most adorable video of Johanna, but I need to load it to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBfDBSytu-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DXDqMaLU1dc/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBfDBSytu-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DXDqMaLU1dc/s320/Johanna+April+08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194835122186992610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBfDByytu_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/OMR46vmy6fM/s1600-h/Johanna+April+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBfDByytu_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/OMR46vmy6fM/s320/Johanna+April+08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194835130776927218" 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/3912114022281884014-3200703477722665949?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3200703477722665949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3200703477722665949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3200703477722665949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3200703477722665949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-sweet.html' title='Life is Sweet...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kgFQK6zS7xY/SBfDBSytu-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/DXDqMaLU1dc/s72-c/Johanna+April+08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-3369720427390913800</id><published>2008-04-19T13:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:43:42.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, life has been a little bit like a major motion picture lately.  Although, I don't think anyone would pay money to see the insanity that is ensuing.  All it would do is remind them of how crazy their own life is and they would leave the theater feeling frustrated and depressed.  Hmmmm..sounds like a box office blockbuster!  Maybe I should call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://dir.yahoo.com/Entertainment/Movies_and_Film/Filmmaking/Directing/Directors/Howard__Ron/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ron Howard&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://dir.yahoo.com/Entertainment/Movies_and_Film/Filmmaking/Directing/Directors/Spielberg__Steven/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; and see if they're busy.  Who would I want to play me?  Someone with depth and insight, but still humorous, fun, and full of energy (all the things I imagine I am, even if I'm really not).   Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so really  things are just coming to a head all at once. I graduate in three weeks (YAY and oh-my-gosh at the same time).  Student teaching, job search, and college class responsibilities are all a little overwhelming.  It feels like I have three full-time jobs  with a salary of $0.  Wait, it's actually a negative salary because I had to pay over $5000 this semester so that I could never be on campus and  teach full time.  I am not saying that student teachers should get paid.  It  has been such a valuable experience on which I could never put a dollar amount.  But, I wouldn't be opposed to some tuition remburssment.  Let's not get me started on this or the fact that the state of Ohio is changing their licensure grade bands again.  That is for another post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also some stuff going on outside of school/ work which makes things tough.  My mom's best friend and her hubbie (I call them Aunt Lucy and Uncle Tom) have been going through a lot.  Uncle Tom got diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor this past fall.  He was able to beat the disease through prayer, faith, and intense radiation procedures.  However, we recently found out that the cancer is back and is in his spine.  Things don't look too good right now which makes me really sad.  I know that the Lord is the great physician and that he can heal, but I also know that sometimes that is not part of His plan.  Uncle Tom is younger than my own Dad.  He and Aunt Lucy have three kids and their youngest (a boy) is only 14. I want to ask everyone who reads this blog to say a prayer (or many prayers!) for this family.  No time-line has been given which I think is a good thing.  This situation does help to put other life stresses into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna continues to be my shining sun! She is such a big girl and loves it when I tell her that she is doing a "big girl" thing.  She squeals and smiles every time!  She is such a sweetie- a real mama's girl too. Although she just delights in her daddy as well.  Every time I feel stressed or overwhelmed, I just look at her and all is right with the world.  I can't wait to be home for the summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912114022281884014-3369720427390913800?l=rachelmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3369720427390913800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912114022281884014&amp;postID=3369720427390913800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3369720427390913800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912114022281884014/posts/default/3369720427390913800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm....'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13832507600276900009</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/-i97ulIfE1JQ/Tgt0Lf-8yhI/AAAAAAAABCk/34602yc0Ids/s220/IMG_0198.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912114022281884014.post-2427636968042128919</id><published>2008-04-10T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:49:38.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ER-  it comes with the territory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, we just had another initiation into parenthood- our first trip to the ER.  I was working out at the Y and Johanna was playing in the babysitting room.  All of a sudden, the babysitter brought her into the room crying and then walked back out with her.  I immediately followed just thinking that she missed mommy or something.  When I got in the room where they were, I could see blood coming out of Johanna's mouth.  Let me just tell you that it was the scariest and worst feeling ever.  She had fallen and hit her mouth on a floor radiator.  Luckily one of the other ladies in my spinning class is an ER nurse. She had followed me into the room and was helping me try to figure out where all the blood was coming from.  I ended up taking her to the ER where they couldn't really do anything.  She cut her gums and that thing that attaches our top lip to our gums.  She also has a really fat lip.  We brought her home and gave her a bath.  She looked soooooo much better with all the blood washed off her face.  Poor little baby. She did so good.  She was saying "hi" and "bye" to everyone at the hospital.  At that point, I think I was more upset than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord that she is okay.  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