<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>2 Princess' and a Prince</title><description>The life and Adventures of me and my 3 wonderful kids. Share our ups and downs and watch them grow.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2024 06:12:02 -0500</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>The life and Adventures of me and my 3 wonderful kids. Share our ups and downs and watch them grow.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Im back</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2014/12/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2014 22:58:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-9205766381526576912</guid><description>I know it has been a long time since I blogged, but I am starting a new journey and wanted to be able to keep track of it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On&amp;nbsp; December 3 our family grew by three. Let me start with a little back story. In November sometime, H came home and told me there was a girl in her class that lived in the children's home. I asked her if the little girl had clothes because I though at least we could help with that. She said she does but she wears the same ones over and over, my heart hurt for this girl. The next day H forgot her lunch so I took one to school for her. I decided while I was there I would ask about this girl H had told me about. As I asked the counselor, she told me the girl K was the sweetest girl, and that she made straight A's she is 14, and the counselor felt like if she could make it through the next 4 years in the system she would be fine, however the reason she was still in the children's home is that it wasn't just her but her two sisters. So I went to work gathered up clothes for the girls. However I couldn't stop thinking about them and their situation. I had never met them had no idea anything about them but their names and ages but my heart felt like The Lord wanted me to help them. SO I talked to M about it and we agreed we needed to help them to keep them together. SO I started calling anyone I could think of to help these girls. Have you ever tried to get ahold of someone that works for the state? It is damn near impossible. But I did get in touch with someone about starting the foster program. IT is a long process. Well after calling and getting no where, the girls were placed in a home. I was happy for them. However this home didn't work out. So on a Monday I was called and asked if I could still take the girls, this was very surprising to hear from their case worker since she hadn't called me anytime I had tried to get ahold of her before. But no matter I said we would gladly take them however we weren't set up for a foster situation, hadn't been approved or anything. So she said let me talk to my supervisor and call you back. She did call back in about 30 min, and tell me that as long as we passed the background they could place them as an emergency foster. However we would get no help from the state until we completed the foster application process. I explained to her we weren't doing it for them money, yes we would need it to help with the girls but we would figure it out until then. so she said great I would like to pick them up on Wednesday and bring them, yes two days to get our house in order. We quickly started getting ready we temporarily moved L and G into one room and since we had recently converted the formal living room into L's room we put all three girls in that room. We were immediately taken&amp;nbsp; back by the amount of support that was shown to us, we got help with purchasing the beds for the girls, we were given TONS of clothing for them, and we were overwhelmed with the love we were given. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The girls arrived on Wednesday and were so excited to see their room. We took them to chuck e cheese that night, they had never been. And our journey began.&amp;nbsp; Christmas started to roll around and again we were overwhelmed with the support we were given to help out with gifts, we even had a santa visit on Christmas eve.I hope they are feeling the love we feel for them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girls are 14,10,and 6. The oldest one is quited and keeps to herself mostly, although she has a great personality and her and I have I think hit it off. The middle one is spunky and Her and L have quicly become friends despite a rough start. The 6 year old is full of life, and not very good with rules(what 6 year old is?) But she is great. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;We have only started to feel the struggle this week after Christmas we are down to our last $200 and good thing I get paid weekly. But we know it will work out. God will not give us more that we can handle. &lt;br /&gt;
I will blog this journey as I want to remember it and share it with anyone who wants to read it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We still haven't gotten very far in the foster process and hope that it moves quicly the holidays have slowed it a bit. Please pray for us and follow our journey. I wont be posting any pictures as we aren't allowed(I think ). But I will try to articulate in a way that maybe you will have a clear picture. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prayer request for us at this moment-&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;1.get the foster application process complete&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;2. financial pray we don't struggle to much&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;3. pray for the girls mom the goal is for them to be able to go back to her&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;4. pray for the girls this is a huge adjustment and I worry that they feel I am beong hard on them with the rules. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;5. pray for my children that this is all a smooth transition for them and they see what an amazong thing it is to help these girls. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;6. Pray for sanity I am having a hard time keeping up with laundry and cleaning and 6 kids. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you to all of you!!!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Long lost blog</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2013/03/long-lost-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Mon, 4 Mar 2013 23:32:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-3522195573261178748</guid><description>I can't believe two years went by. Where did time go? I always loved blogging life just got crazy. Sometimes I feel like its overwhelming. My family has been well the kids are growing like weeds. H is 11 going on 19, L is 8 and a sensitive sweetheart, and G is 6 and all boy. I love them and although sometimes working and being a mom is hard I love both my job and my kids. In the past year we have gotten a new boss and a new asst who is now one of my closest friends, and I love my boss he is great. I also lost a close friend in a horrible car accident. I have mentioned Mara in my blog before. Well she was killed on July 31,2012 and not a day goes by that I don't think about her and miss her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I would really like to go back to blogging, it's therapeutic and it's a nice way to keep memories. I will try to do it at least once a week although no promises.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Life and Such</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-and-such.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 21:07:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-8113437453386582666</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have been so busy I have neglected you blog. Man, where did the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well where to start? I got a promotion at work, I am now the visual manager and loving it. I work more days, and get to spend more time with my family in the evening and once things settle down I will work way less weekends so that will be nice. That is the good. The bad is my house and my laundry are totally suffering, I never have time to clean and laundry man I will never get it done. I have got to find a cleaning lady. I have an awesome sitter for the kids after school, and we love her. She used to work with me, but she decided it wasn't for her, so she is keeping the kids. Now if I could just find a housekeeper it would be awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Christmas was great, we made a whirlwind trip to my moms and the kids loved it. I am glad we got to spend time with my mom. Last weekend I went to my dads to visit for my 4 day weekend. He had hip replacement surgery and I wanted to visit him. He is doing well and I am glad to see that he is getting around pretty well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Jenni and I haven't seen each other in over a month and that is hard, she has been my salvation here and I love her. Actually we haven't even talked and I am not sure why, I know that I am really busy with work, and she is due in like 3 weeks but I miss her terribly. I hope we catch up soon. I need her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Well I know this is a short update, but its life in the fast lane right now. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Life in the fast lane</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-in-fast-lane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Tue, 5 Oct 2010 23:32:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-2807678394794080314</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My blog my salvation, we have been so busy with so much going on that I have missed you. School started and everyone is doing well. Well at least G and H are liking school, L says she hates it, but its just a big adjustment for her right now. L and G have been playing soccer they are on the same team and L is doing so well, last weekend she scored 3 goals in one game. G kind of wonders around picking his nose, but he runs the field too. He is the smallest one on the team but he will get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I have gone back to work full time I just started on Monday full time. I am still at Dillard's, just full time now. I think it is going to be good for me. I also took a part time merchandising job and I love I am struggling a little bit to find the time to get it all done, but it will work out I hope. I defiantly need to find some help around the house, it is very overwhelming. I miss Jenni, we never see each other anymore and we used to be together all the time. It is hard. I am going to really have to work at it to get a schedule down. Step-son is watching the kids after school, we will see how it goes. I told him at the end of the month we will re-evaluate and see if this is right for him and I.  So we shall see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; It is getting close to the holidays, a hard time of the year for me, I still miss my Grandma everyday, but aside from that I miss my mom. I haven't seen her since spring break, and despite the fact that I have invited her to visit she is too busy. I wonder how is that possible, how is it that someone without a job can be too busy to come see her daughter and her grand kids? I don't get it. I love my mom, but I wonder why we cant be a priority in her life. I see the grandmas picking up their grand kids and I have friends talking about going to visit their family and I want that. I want that so bad. I want it for my kids I want them to have that grandma they can go visit and stay with and spend time with. But alas I don't think that is going to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Anyway, we are moving along with life, tomorrow I am going with G on a field trip to the pumpkin patch I am excited. Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The count down is on</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/count-down-is-on.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 00:05:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-9060602810135548284</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We are one week and counting till the girls go back to school. Both of them are ready as I am for school to start and me to get my house organized. I am excited and sad at the same time for school to start back, Sad that I will have two babies in elementary and excited that they will be in the same school. Please pray for H to find some friends this year. L never has problems making friends so I am not near as worried about her, but pray that she can concentrate and sit still long enough for school. I have me doubts about this. G is excited that next week he will have mommy all to himself, and then he will go back to school the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Tonight I took H to work with me, she wanted to get a book and I thought as I would never let her go alone, I would let her try it this time since the book store is just next door to us in the mall. I was very nervous but i let her go. She was gone like five minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;got her book and came right back. Which leads me to believe she was as nervous as I was. I thought she would take at least 30 min and look around but nope. She then came to sit and read while I worked, she sat for a little while and read and I wrote done some math problems for her. The I told her she could go upstairs and look at the kids clothes if she wanted. She went up and again came back quickly, she sat down for a few minutes and I told her she could go look at justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; if she wanted so she did. She was gone a little longer this time but 10 min at the most. Then she decided to go get some candy and play a game still maybe 15 min at them most. I was proud of her she didn't get lost and I think she felt proud of herself. I was a learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;experience for both of us. A scary one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; We have had another couple of days of good hair that we are excited about. I have found I enjoy doing their hair. Its time spent making each girl feel pretty and i like it as do they. Even L who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;generally doesn't really care about what she looks like enjoys me fixing her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwegy6BeLe1BylCZABV2MJq37kohCfCexr_6IM5lDRowIKeETtc3RhnOAvSf-eqM2DHEHPiyZdZ_5ZZ_M7f-Redg5sgPSRzAIOVGFHjlMcCz2H7w6jGjiBVbumYdQohm1DtToJnlRvmb4/s400/hailees+ribbon.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506243424424576898" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHjeZ3iLL6QJRMSfKKLPkfKu7sAUEpluHP9Qci70Ce85eWLC2QgVyHqyXSIUbusy9cL5uDXK2Mf1QU2BeWZC2xOlCa9WsXlGZM44rXqvDF_sUSh4rC25LbZs9eUZ2xA1k8ZTp18RwwOc/s400/Hailees+twist.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506243419821810866" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtUMoU5RvHHqsFN-YGgHqwwhWHpkljo7JYetUaWlE5NdMcd0dBm40LHlx_rxVj9MaV2SY04I3QS6-73FmYrVnHjhUAGWVRfqRUSQDTuTXcelkprUa6ygvW1O62KCIUuIZirsbhWJ8bSM/s400/Laineys+ribbon+braid.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506243430792721138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I have found some great hair blogs and these are where some of these styles have come from, some I have done on my own and some are combos are styles I have found it is great. Although next week when we get up at the but crack of dawn it might not seem so great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; Oh well it will totally be worth it for my girls to look cute. Well that is all for tonight till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwegy6BeLe1BylCZABV2MJq37kohCfCexr_6IM5lDRowIKeETtc3RhnOAvSf-eqM2DHEHPiyZdZ_5ZZ_M7f-Redg5sgPSRzAIOVGFHjlMcCz2H7w6jGjiBVbumYdQohm1DtToJnlRvmb4/s72-c/hailees+ribbon.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Is there a way to get your kids to listen?</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-there-way-to-get-your-kids-to-listen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 21:53:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-5379922603121303813</guid><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am battling this daily, my kids just do what they want no matter what I say. Is this normal I ask myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Here is an intersting acticle I found hope it helps ya.&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="color:#FFFFFF;"&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(85, 85, 85); font-weight: 100; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Many Parents Teach Their Kids to NOT Listen to Them – Do You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="authorList"  style=" list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li  style=" list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchwarp.com/Author83809.htm" title="Read: Many Parents Teach Their Kids to NOT Listen to Them – Do You?" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kelly Nault-Matzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ultimateparenting.com/" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.ultimateparenting.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“Dinner’s ready!" I yell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nothing. No pitter patter of feet. Not even a polite “Coming" or “OK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“DINNER’S READY!" I yell louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I strain and listen. All is calm. Not a creature stirs, not a sound can I hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Walking down the hall toward their bedrooms I manage to croak out one last “DINNER’S READY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Alas, this is how our evening dinners ALWAYS used to begin. Me with a hoarse voice, left feeling underappreciated and unheard! My dog-eared copy of “How to Talk, so Kids Will Listen" just wasn’t helping me when it came to parenting or to really communicate with children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What Our Children Actually Learn from Our “Helpful Reminders"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Although you know your child’s physical hearing is fine, do you ever tire of saying the same thing over and over again? Are you ever frustrated to find your child responds better and quicker to others—like your spouse! Ever find yourself shouting, “DID YOU HEAR ME?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I did too, at least until I found another way to ask without having to nag, threaten or take away privileges. When taking my Masters in counseling psychology, I got to study my favorite parenting subject for three years which was ’what makes kid’s tick’— then I got to practice with thousands of families. Like me, you may be relieved to find out there is a much simpler way to get what you want, and give your children what they most need. Here’s what I’ve learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Parenting Reminder Myth #1 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; In order to get my kids to do anything, they need to be reminded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Parenting Reminder Reality #1 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; Reminders (gulp!) actually teach our kids to NOT listen to us, and robs children of the opportunity to develop their all important 'responsibility muscle’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You see, saying ANYTHING more than once, (unless of course they truly have not heard you and ask you to repeat) sends three messages to your child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Reminding Message 1  –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; “I don’t think you heard me even though my gut tells me you heard me perfectly well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Reminding Message 2  –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; “I don’t believe you will REALLY do what you say or promise you’ll do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Reminding Message 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; “I don’t trust you are totally responsible, and capable of remembering without my reminding you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;As I state in my parenting book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When You’re About To Go Off The Deep End, Don’t Take Your Kids With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;: “Nagging and reminders can actually be an invitation to our children to do the opposite of what we ask! Save yourself the grief and don’t go there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thus, How to Talk so Kids Will Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, should be renamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;How to NOT Talk, so Kids Will Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Communicating with Child: How to Talk So Kid Will Listens Often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Means Talking Less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So if we can’t remind, then what will we do? How will we get our kids to do anything?! Good question. If you have a child who won’t get anything done without a constant diet of your reminders then you have trained your child well indeed. If this is the case, your child knows (consciously or subconsciously) that they have numerous reminders before they HAVE to act. They know this because your reminders tell them so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So what is your child’s cue to finally respond to your request? Usually the volume or intensity of your words, that sound something like this: “IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME…!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The key to nipping reminders in the bud is to frankly, bite your tongue. This is tough work for those of us who like to talk, but it is worth the struggle! Commit to asking only once. Over time, you will retrain your child to listen to you the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Before Trying This At Home, Please Heed This ‘Parenting Warning’!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Expect and be prepared for your child to test you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Your child will still forget. This is part of the retraining process, and indicates that you are on the right track. Your child will expect your reminders. Yet, with 100% consistency, it is common to see transformative changes within just one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Be consistent, and decide to provide your child with an opportunity to learn from being forgetful without the usual “I told you so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Instead of reminding, use commonsense consequences that help your child to learn from her actions instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When it came to dinners, I called them once and then promptly began dinner with or without them. When they finally arrived, the complaints began: “My peas are cold". I grinned and said, “Why, they were warm when I called you ten minutes ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“Will you warm my up my peas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;“I’m busy eating my dinner. Feel free to warm them up yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Then I sit back, change the subject and enjoy a well-deserved dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bon appetit! With consistency, you’ll be amazed at how eliminating reminders can heal your child’s selective deafness and have your kid finally listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Kelly Nault-Matzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, MA, family counselor, corporate parenting spokesperson and award winning parenting author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When You’re About To Go Off The Deep End, Don’t Take Your Kids With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;shares time-tested tools that motivate children to want to be well behaved, responsible and happy! To gain access to more parenting tools and to access your free online parenting course visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.ultimateparenting.com/" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.ultimateparenting.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You are free to print or publish this article provided the article and bio remain as written and include a link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.ultimateparenting.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;www.UltimateParenting.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; as shown above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul class="hListOptions"   style="list-style-type: none;   padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; text-align: center; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); display: inline; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 2px; margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 153); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div class="shar" style="height: 16px; width: 16px; background-image: url(http://searchwarp.com/images/spritehV2.gif); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1px; display: inline-block; vertical-align: middle; background-position: -51px -1px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>More hair photos</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-hair-photos.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 21:39:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-1554024536071440227</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to post our latest hair ventures. Here you go.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe8BweYZAVS1N3mjXXUjneGsN0XGb0VzZakpuWpNAl-gBexlrDg78J1CRofv7Izobf2PyAOHqT8mJhsVdwjbDh9lTWgIleDj-8liujaZUJu9bu081W3fL_dMWLiLsTsGkqNudxl_jQM8/s400/Hailees+Hair+day+7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505461095147286402" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcoZBTTV_OGpmQQ9judOWB3eUXkIZXxX_Sp6d0SxBsypccUSH9jepICm-0rLgAuGAGlh1HCJypsy75pF3nZRXcDhqF_L2vOE9x44PxXQ4KKb9XGGWP7nXL2DVjEjPsajXAwSOw9pZdWo/s400/Laineys+Hair+7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505461088477368882" /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe8BweYZAVS1N3mjXXUjneGsN0XGb0VzZakpuWpNAl-gBexlrDg78J1CRofv7Izobf2PyAOHqT8mJhsVdwjbDh9lTWgIleDj-8liujaZUJu9bu081W3fL_dMWLiLsTsGkqNudxl_jQM8/s72-c/Hailees+Hair+day+7.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/sitting-here-alone-i-put-kids-to-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 21:18:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-4531868877923740966</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting here alone, I put the kids to bed and hubby is gone to the races. I wonder what to do with my time, so I started to surf the Internet and decided to go back and ready about Allie the little girl that sparked my childhood cancer interest. As I read through it, I thought how blessed I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that my kids are healthy. I know in my heart that I am not strong enough to handle that kind of situation. Jenny is a strong lady. I admire her. After Allie died she started a non-profit to help families of children dealing with this horrible disease. I want to do something meaningful with my life. But what is it I am supposed to do? I wanted to go back to school but alas that is not in the cards for me, I just cant afford it. So where do I go now? I cant or don't want to stay at Dillard's forever, it is torture. My boss is a very unpleasant lady who will never be satisfied with anything I do. Not sure why that is but it is. So What do I do? I am going to have to figure it out. Being a mom has been my life for the past 9 years, and now they are all getting to school age now what does that mean for me? Well i will figure it out at some point I hope.I am excited about G's birthday party we paid the deposit for his train ride yesterday and I know he will love it. Today I found him a Thomas umbrella and raincoat. My friend Gail bought him the umbrella and Mara bought the raincoat for his birthday now I need to find him some rain boots. And he will be set for rain. He will love it. Here is what we decided to get him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUAeF-GiLla9NkwYUI5HbaN13Ga0agCrIXkalt6fM9G1ezmO8WPdbuPWb3gJ7RxHMTLORFntgT-44ysPr9s-FBFZxf8i51ykQyNAUieZjrR_oe00G9w3OFgZAKo5NUNSTyJOazl9IvM/s400/46516511-450x450-0-0_Fisher+Price+Fisher+Price+Power+Wheels+Ford+F+150+.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505459478572341922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he will be super excited! Well actually he picked it out so now he is waiting for his bday to get his gift. He also wants some toy story stuff that our little friend got at his party the other night so we will see. Anyway that is all for tonight. Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.........................&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxUAeF-GiLla9NkwYUI5HbaN13Ga0agCrIXkalt6fM9G1ezmO8WPdbuPWb3gJ7RxHMTLORFntgT-44ysPr9s-FBFZxf8i51ykQyNAUieZjrR_oe00G9w3OFgZAKo5NUNSTyJOazl9IvM/s72-c/46516511-450x450-0-0_Fisher+Price+Fisher+Price+Power+Wheels+Ford+F+150+.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Blogging</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 00:23:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-7897791431910574543</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Blogging used to be my salvation, I started blogging in 2004 before L was born. As time progressed I had to move my blog from our family website to a more private place to hide from certain people who tried to use my own words against me taking them out of context. I have taken a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; break from blogging for no reason in particular other than I just got lazy. I am done with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. I like blogging and feel some how it gives me an out or a voice that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; have other wise. So I am back on the blogging and hopefully back for good this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; As you have seen we have been really focused on hair in our house. H has had a really hard time making friends here and she feels part of it is her looks. I personally think she is beautiful but she is doubtful of this so if I have to get up at the crack of dawn to fix hair I will do it if it makes her feel better. For those of you who know me, you know my life is my kids. I would do anything for them give anything for them. I hope they truly know how much I love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; G's birthday is the end of the month and we have decided to take him on a train ride because trains and cars are his absolute favorite things, he is super excited. I am sad that it will not include any family but our immediate. I wish my mom thought it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; enough to come do birthdays with them. It truly hurts my heart that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. It hurts that I see all my friends family come visit them or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; children get to go stay with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; grandparents and my kids miss out on that. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; understand because to me they are the greatest thing ever. I  hope that someday my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; regret her decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to not be more involved in their lives. My dad is not a kid person at all so that will never happen. Maybe it is me, but I cant understand how you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; want to spend time with them while you can and while they still think you hung the moon. My kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; love my mom and they miss her so much why cant she see that? It hurtful and I hope that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; as hurt by it as I am. When I was younger I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and spending time with my grandparents during the summer and loving it. I want that for my kids. I wonder why it is now that we live closer to her we see less of her. It is so hard. I guess some people are made to be around kids and some people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; my family falls in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and I like my grandma fall in the do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Man I miss her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Some days it seems like an eternity since I talked to her or saw her and some days it seems like yesterday. The other day the kids were playing and G did something cute and I actually thought I should call and share it with her. How is that possible that she has been gone for four years now and I had the thought as though she want gone at all that I would call her. My heart aches, it aches for the fact that I know she would love to be involved in my kids lives and that my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; want to be. My mom loves to spoil the kids but she wants to do it from a far. I love her and I think she is a great person I just feel my kids are being cheated of that greatness. My Grandma was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; that greatness and she would have shown it to my kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;whenever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; she could. I know she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Tomorrow is our little friend M's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; party he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; turning three we are super excited to go to his party I even took off work so we could go. J and I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; having a rough time lately. We have both been super caught up in things at our houses and have neglected each other and its sad, as she is one of the greatest people I know. I relate to her on a level that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; most other people. So we have to get back on with our friendship and lean more on each other instead of trying to deal on our own. We are both like that in a lot of ways we choose to deal with things alone instead of leaning on others when we really should. I love her and I know as things get back to a routine we will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I am on a mission as soon as the kids back to school I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the first month deep cleaning and reorganizing this house. I am going to clean out toys get rid of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and get some order in this house as we have none now. We are so disorganised that I reformatted my computer about a month ago and cant find the pictures I took off of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; they are just gone disk is missing. And we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; be like this. The kids have totally stopped helping clean up the messes and are going to bed about 11pm. WE are way out of discipline right now and I cant stand it, so as soon as school goes back we will have some major changes going on. Pray for us that this all goes smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Again I know I have neglected my blogging for way to long so I plan to put a stop to that so keep checking on us. I love blogging! Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Two days of good hair</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-days-of-good-hair.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 23:47:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-6333354430052410895</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHd8IoGIn02mOvDJbpm9tlzNmJMj5jWlvaN9hEaynFfmigF9SWawnLa7CBIBiWCrbUSM2yF_H17fJfGWN6rTmOoq6pttYlev8feAYa7d6rV9Bhe1ASYizFu-1efsNTACk6SiuLEkl3SEY/s1600/Laineys+hair+day+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHd8IoGIn02mOvDJbpm9tlzNmJMj5jWlvaN9hEaynFfmigF9SWawnLa7CBIBiWCrbUSM2yF_H17fJfGWN6rTmOoq6pttYlev8feAYa7d6rV9Bhe1ASYizFu-1efsNTACk6SiuLEkl3SEY/s400/Laineys+hair+day+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504380631045350290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhHAgTnTgPVHILBtetsB66DsWjd34SrlVOHC6IQfvUox7OcYpJN1ziQYt2q_UNZxzhU_BhzWXIgY28ly754uTJqbOO8tGZ379nQbhgMqRty9Ez1c6T_dJmafU2xv0lQL8zpe0njVSeRY/s1600/Hailees+Hair+back+view+day+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhHAgTnTgPVHILBtetsB66DsWjd34SrlVOHC6IQfvUox7OcYpJN1ziQYt2q_UNZxzhU_BhzWXIgY28ly754uTJqbOO8tGZ379nQbhgMqRty9Ez1c6T_dJmafU2xv0lQL8zpe0njVSeRY/s400/Hailees+Hair+back+view+day+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504380628585672210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGTPObCDqQNT3NfHz1wXq0HJZslkI5Iaits9euKnpR44wdAy3RNSGXdO1hX2oPiu4kGKO2YtLNJYVcAOXIhyETCm4VkqaAa3TurezSEGxjmQKQ2WyM9j7Z3zMB5n8oaoA0Dz_7YY_YTs/s1600/HAilees+hair+day+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGTPObCDqQNT3NfHz1wXq0HJZslkI5Iaits9euKnpR44wdAy3RNSGXdO1hX2oPiu4kGKO2YtLNJYVcAOXIhyETCm4VkqaAa3TurezSEGxjmQKQ2WyM9j7Z3zMB5n8oaoA0Dz_7YY_YTs/s400/HAilees+hair+day+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504380622495834754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHd8IoGIn02mOvDJbpm9tlzNmJMj5jWlvaN9hEaynFfmigF9SWawnLa7CBIBiWCrbUSM2yF_H17fJfGWN6rTmOoq6pttYlev8feAYa7d6rV9Bhe1ASYizFu-1efsNTACk6SiuLEkl3SEY/s72-c/Laineys+hair+day+6.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Great Hair day</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-hair-day.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Mon, 9 Aug 2010 15:18:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-4955029122529572349</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;Day four of great hair and I think both turned out really well today! Maybe they will have cute hair this year after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwj97JZxyrZIR0ftSCphVCafPqITkuGNUS-79Nqr3oWtvlcd_-urhhlZAhmZz6yimGLAcCSk4jRSFsJeXWGmyfvXLyuwVymkV_SHYelsPLOgIzw_MX38DT4v5n_wOTaQxN-4psrTl2iQ/s1600/Laineys+hair+day+4+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwj97JZxyrZIR0ftSCphVCafPqITkuGNUS-79Nqr3oWtvlcd_-urhhlZAhmZz6yimGLAcCSk4jRSFsJeXWGmyfvXLyuwVymkV_SHYelsPLOgIzw_MX38DT4v5n_wOTaQxN-4psrTl2iQ/s400/Laineys+hair+day+4+side+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507876029973106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpensKr4hZ9sMXaBm8L1y9XYfRY_F1McA-gvcmA89zuaBpkq_ujq3yg24Wem1qT7-mAvI3aihaggT_GtmXcHzrFYCy0IZrmvd3onZE1xr6CJopZfZXpimZ4cKI6lonibMu7Vdrbe7Wh4/s1600/Laineys+Hair+day+4+another+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpensKr4hZ9sMXaBm8L1y9XYfRY_F1McA-gvcmA89zuaBpkq_ujq3yg24Wem1qT7-mAvI3aihaggT_GtmXcHzrFYCy0IZrmvd3onZE1xr6CJopZfZXpimZ4cKI6lonibMu7Vdrbe7Wh4/s400/Laineys+Hair+day+4+another+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507707017676850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycawH3evuu5Y55Scy5ORpkoNhyhtCeSJ01nki1TUmIpX-Q0aC2dAAuTNGFN5JudP9OUhbzm2Sy5-DZvY1p5q7VGrFZQeFjhumF6GzpAbFmgBxt38LSwDpCTBLXkO8mpcZoqWU2RAJ3rg/s1600/Laineys+Hair+day4+back+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycawH3evuu5Y55Scy5ORpkoNhyhtCeSJ01nki1TUmIpX-Q0aC2dAAuTNGFN5JudP9OUhbzm2Sy5-DZvY1p5q7VGrFZQeFjhumF6GzpAbFmgBxt38LSwDpCTBLXkO8mpcZoqWU2RAJ3rg/s400/Laineys+Hair+day4+back+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507700133622866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsWIEl79IbbuDIgWhNHdh4IKGDXgIE8H3yZ7UgqhtJisKeunUqdIczsnzQMOYbd2z-0X1-QDIJ_0YEdxczENb19ot-9DGTt2FT5qF0EO7opc961XKarzKq4MIZjbOMdfQlHSa9EItuYw/s1600/Hailees+Hair+back+view+day+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsWIEl79IbbuDIgWhNHdh4IKGDXgIE8H3yZ7UgqhtJisKeunUqdIczsnzQMOYbd2z-0X1-QDIJ_0YEdxczENb19ot-9DGTt2FT5qF0EO7opc961XKarzKq4MIZjbOMdfQlHSa9EItuYw/s400/Hailees+Hair+back+view+day+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507695460634850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPpmPrX3UJo6IdxpOnvJzl6jj7lIPiKKxY15HopqJW0-My5lcAmgs5DXQHWaj2cIldb_BWVdoLtxc3Vj5vKIP0nkpLA1rcnLVLuU52q7y93DkCYr1ezMkCVCAeg0mzCMd_M2BC_ZzHlI/s1600/Hailees+hair+day+4+right+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPpmPrX3UJo6IdxpOnvJzl6jj7lIPiKKxY15HopqJW0-My5lcAmgs5DXQHWaj2cIldb_BWVdoLtxc3Vj5vKIP0nkpLA1rcnLVLuU52q7y93DkCYr1ezMkCVCAeg0mzCMd_M2BC_ZzHlI/s400/Hailees+hair+day+4+right+side+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507694844639490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HM0DTTpd_AHnocTFKSRIP6yXb7NU3qiTmjDBCb4N5j8pNrdPOynrTyV3WRIF5IJZUAAlq8z1ImzRbRap_22nume98T4qFK0CotmU_db2-LMnLV18nvXoZh7nedHpbvuhS0hNSi3qYNQ/s1600/Hailees+hair+day+4+left+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HM0DTTpd_AHnocTFKSRIP6yXb7NU3qiTmjDBCb4N5j8pNrdPOynrTyV3WRIF5IJZUAAlq8z1ImzRbRap_22nume98T4qFK0CotmU_db2-LMnLV18nvXoZh7nedHpbvuhS0hNSi3qYNQ/s400/Hailees+hair+day+4+left+side+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503507656861816514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwj97JZxyrZIR0ftSCphVCafPqITkuGNUS-79Nqr3oWtvlcd_-urhhlZAhmZz6yimGLAcCSk4jRSFsJeXWGmyfvXLyuwVymkV_SHYelsPLOgIzw_MX38DT4v5n_wOTaQxN-4psrTl2iQ/s72-c/Laineys+hair+day+4+side+view.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Good Hair day 3</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-hair-day-3.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Mon, 9 Aug 2010 13:03:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-8693227860753514391</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNfUdBwMK74_5bEW4f2rNBVKjlAMlby4oD1oZFaU_-EM37W-8xSnh4BIzohkBlJsBzA9Zi7mIEBiWa2JoykHt11Sf80embpM_PRDhEh0eh7WcAM708kxDAGzLQLGtiyIIKf3A0rS1LTQ/s1600/Hailees+Hair+day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNfUdBwMK74_5bEW4f2rNBVKjlAMlby4oD1oZFaU_-EM37W-8xSnh4BIzohkBlJsBzA9Zi7mIEBiWa2JoykHt11Sf80embpM_PRDhEh0eh7WcAM708kxDAGzLQLGtiyIIKf3A0rS1LTQ/s400/Hailees+Hair+day+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503472634256885218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETdsTaYKkQiVK4sB8U6uNeXYmU1puE6B31OeGCL_KkMF6YduT0TO2Jae3kr6dRrkzFyGrTUreHLtbNQR4uOi5j4qL5wZbwbNOogFfbHJ-YCdFPUmMc1eCH7Zsz80p08teDIyvhyfSBSU/s1600/Laineys+Hair+Day+3+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETdsTaYKkQiVK4sB8U6uNeXYmU1puE6B31OeGCL_KkMF6YduT0TO2Jae3kr6dRrkzFyGrTUreHLtbNQR4uOi5j4qL5wZbwbNOogFfbHJ-YCdFPUmMc1eCH7Zsz80p08teDIyvhyfSBSU/s400/Laineys+Hair+Day+3+side+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503472625381933266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ54dItttBZRaaShY05kWNTSUHLfsUdqQLggeRZflhRii2nYUyoTxxnuzBxAQa5vo9z0jtJX1TY9q6RtkRexYC67batTFVGHVyhjPc65kktmRLW2Xe6_WFBdsM5Mxehvl4YBaLLtro-o/s1600/Laineys+Hair+day+3+ft+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQ54dItttBZRaaShY05kWNTSUHLfsUdqQLggeRZflhRii2nYUyoTxxnuzBxAQa5vo9z0jtJX1TY9q6RtkRexYC67batTFVGHVyhjPc65kktmRLW2Xe6_WFBdsM5Mxehvl4YBaLLtro-o/s400/Laineys+Hair+day+3+ft+view.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503472621311595410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed a day of hair because I had to work but here are the pictures of sunday day 3 of good hair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHNfUdBwMK74_5bEW4f2rNBVKjlAMlby4oD1oZFaU_-EM37W-8xSnh4BIzohkBlJsBzA9Zi7mIEBiWa2JoykHt11Sf80embpM_PRDhEh0eh7WcAM708kxDAGzLQLGtiyIIKf3A0rS1LTQ/s72-c/Hailees+Hair+day+3.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>school is fast approaching</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-is-fast-approaching.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Fri, 6 Aug 2010 20:54:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-3952954990065504239</guid><description>I cant believe it is almost time for school to start. As you can see we are focusing on hair this year in the past since I am hair challenged their hair hasn't looked that great but this will be different year. H is convinced that if she has cool hair she will have more friends.She has had a really had a really hard time making friends here for some reason. She made friends with two little girls at the other house but they are older than her and its hard for her. She had a terrible week last week where she decided she wants to go back to tn and be with her friends there. I feel bad for her and wish I could fix it for her, but I am praying that this will be the year she has friends. Since she thinks the hair will help I am hoping it will boost her self confidence and so therefore will help her. We will see. Amazingly we are ready for school minus the school supplies but we have clothes and shoes and backpacks so we are ready there. That is unusual for me since I generally wait but not this year and good thing because uniforms are about sold out everywhere. who knew? &lt;div&gt; I have been really challenged lately, I love the people that I work with but the amount of crap that goes on sometimes doesn't seem worth it. My boss most of the time never is satisfied with anything you do for her and constantly walks around talking about other employees to her workers. How is that right? As a manager you should never do that. I have also felt really closed off and lonely I have 2 friends here and Jenni has so much going on right now I don't see or talk to her much. Mara, is single with no kids and although she loves my kids and is great with them I know she doesn't want to hang out with the kids all the time so its very hard. I haven't talked to my mom since H's birthday on the 18th, not because I haven't called but she never answers when I do call. It makes me miss my grandma that much more. Hard to believe it has been 4 years since I talked to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We enrolled L and G in soccer this week and I cant wait to see them play. They are so excited. We are playing upward this year and I think it will be great for them. we are hoping to find something for H to do but her track record isn't that great so we are hesitant to sign her up for another thing that she will drop out of . She thinks she may want to do cheer leading so we may do that. L is going to a kindergarten camp next Tuesday they kids get to spend some one on one time with the teachers and then they will be grouped in classes this way. We will see what she thinks Tuesday. Well I guess that is all for tonight. Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come............................&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Day 2 of good hair</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-of-good-hair.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Fri, 6 Aug 2010 20:43:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-274111312001873874</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the better part of the afternoon looking for the perfect ribbons for the girls hair and getting new rubberbands. They are gonna have some awesome hair. We are 17 days and counting till school starts. Enjoy day two pictures we did two up does with H's hair today one really good the other just ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQncPXhshMJr1k4xgztx4CyMDAIffAKVeZO8IUPh7yNktr_cOszb103Tu5oCma7w6CxQf2MMuAscuQeiRAr4rcP9L_vtaBO-0UEGj2oKJj77YAyeVEICrSyvhiGvOqcThPesoyh-3sEcs/s400/Laineys+Hair+day+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502478234797924434" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FecpKgfREA-nPi82MrhT_KBLXCWxDKlWRE6squon7QPU-FVAV1ZpaCvgPPzpOfy5BN0gPIdraa-XQyF7rq5dBAj9XFqD4O9PQg-l8yvw7aXnoEL0RUvK8yfgpAxP8t5Af_EIGiWQNB4/s400/Hailees+hair+day+2+take+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502478226983211858" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYo5c7xpTsmUm2cDG3XXSCrDGeUfPUxiwBds3l7VX2GLYpEEMrACz8HDgQ8NElzPyACjwHMnp8V3HhVMK4c4_3a7Q6DBcFQigDlGzYZdHffIXvOpFu6PAO30NnMTJmd9jmUviD9iyNtgA/s400/Hailees+hair+day+2-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502478222890280066" /&gt;es.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IyL-SO91mLw2m0iaQNZPN7oECDqSl_6rMrFpLgYQiemuaEOWxhbWlJgIG7kroHswvTpEjX8iLRJcIvpKHl4NpN-WSybk6qZzI0BRybvQNCdWOlVnZ_6uyQBQPxnyDjlER6hOiWZQ4xA/s400/Hailees+hair+day+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502478211898287026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQncPXhshMJr1k4xgztx4CyMDAIffAKVeZO8IUPh7yNktr_cOszb103Tu5oCma7w6CxQf2MMuAscuQeiRAr4rcP9L_vtaBO-0UEGj2oKJj77YAyeVEICrSyvhiGvOqcThPesoyh-3sEcs/s72-c/Laineys+Hair+day+2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Good Hair days ahead!</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-hair-days-ahead.html</link><category>hair</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Aug 2010 15:53:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-7629931036305871713</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am on a mission to get the girls hair into cute styles. You see I am hair challenged, so we are going to try a new style each day until school startes so not only will we have some new styles I will have practice. I found a cute blog that has some great styles for H and another that has short cute styles for l. So here we go day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L1z3Lo298lyzVpmvVlen1GFUjkAS6zduRDryiNMcIXmK3haRgnCAhUF2Xrqk9whAXCBj0GvPrHOMQvKlQyW6mcJJl6FBndFA5PIVabQOVT8mQw-HG-EOH3p92SBk1kaZEEtjqVbYhOQ/s400/Laineys+Hair+day+one.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502032312563670994" /&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5AUkObFVFTjEUYyh6mwsVCwq9fOvRtlpjgUWFloWdPhCOYd7J2lQ2VuhEYBjYcsiT6niyt858mPYbKiKKYwQz7UIcVnAJKMUPLZ-2YWVWcWe3JD3szfpao_ugZ8tq1Buxh3A9PZ-3vE/s400/Hailees+hair+day+one.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502032307154850530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L1z3Lo298lyzVpmvVlen1GFUjkAS6zduRDryiNMcIXmK3haRgnCAhUF2Xrqk9whAXCBj0GvPrHOMQvKlQyW6mcJJl6FBndFA5PIVabQOVT8mQw-HG-EOH3p92SBk1kaZEEtjqVbYhOQ/s72-c/Laineys+Hair+day+one.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-blog-world-i-had-to-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 15:55:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-4527968377883902364</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hello blog world, I had to update the background and couldn't figure it out. If you figure out how to get the cutest blog on the block to work on your blog please let me know. &lt;br /&gt; The week has been pretty uneventful, tomorrow is hubby's birthday and I have to work but we will do something for him. We have a new boss at work, he is young and inexperienced and has come in to make all kinds of changes some good and some not. He has cleaned house on a few employees, ones that have been there for a while. It is worrisome since those that were let go are the ones that are not making their sells, I do ok but I don't always make my sales and he doesn't really want any part timers so that makes me worry as well. Although it is not the greatest job in the world it is a job. &lt;br /&gt; I had planned to go back to school but that doesn't seem to be in the books, I just cant afford it and on paper we seem to make to much money to qualify for a grant. Paper doesn't consider that there are 6 people in this house. I am bummed about it and wish there was a way I could do it. Any suggestions would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt; My friend is still on bed rest and I am not sure how that is going since I haven't talked to her since she started bed rest. I don't want to bother her so I am left wondering am I a bad friend since I haven't seen or talked to her? I cant go there during the day with the kids and since I work at night I cant go then by the time I get off its 9pm a time when normal people get ready for bed. I haven't called because I don't want to disturb her if she is sleeping. I'm not a great cook and both she and her husband cook well so that's not really a help to her. I hope she knows that I do love her and would do anything I could to help. Maybe she is like me and doesn't like to ask for help or maybe she wants time alone. I know everybody isn't like me and likes to have people all the time. J if you read this know that I love you and am here for anything!&lt;br /&gt; The kids are well. I think everyone is ready for school to start back. Only a month away. I plan on cleaning the playroom out as soon as school starts back I am hoping to get my house organized. Its about to drive me insane! &lt;br /&gt; Well that's it for now, till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come...........................&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Hello Blog world</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-blog-world_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 16:09:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-1101251289628381209</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We have been without Internet for a while so I haven't blogged in forever! But we are back up and running! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The kids are enjoying summer we are in the pool almost every day. We are starting to get ready for school already. I am buying a few clothes each week to avoid the one large fee for clothes at once, and then we will start on supplies. I cant believe L will be in kindergarten this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; H celebrated her 9th birthday this past Sunday. We took a trip to Wichita Mountains on Sat and went to Castaway Cove on Sunday. She had a great birthday. I am so blessed to have her in my life. I love my kids more than anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; My friend J has been put on bed rest, she is 9 weeks pregnant and started bleeding on Sat. so far the baby looks good and they are unsure of why she is bleeding. I wish I could help her with something. I feel helpless, I want to so something for her. She has been a God send to me and I love her. Step son is out of town this week so I cant go help her during the day with the kids and at night I work, but I want to do something for her. Please keep her in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; We got tickets for the kids to see the Jonas Brothers in Sept they are super excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Well while it is brief it is an update! Thanks for checking on us. Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Kinder roundup</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/05/kinder-roundup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 May 2010 23:08:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-6534949329441037745</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK so today was L's kinder roundup, and I was forced to realize that nest year I will have two kids in elementary school. How is that possible? What happened to my babies? Weren't they just babies yesterday? How did they grow up so fast? L is not so excited about going to kindergarten next year, but I am trying to really play it up. I understand she loves her teachers now and hated to leave her preschool but I think she will like it when she gets there. She is such a sweet girl, we have pretty much outgrown the curious George stage, and she is just the sweetest little girl. Her teachers this year say she is quite in class and they really have to push her to speak up. She has become a different child. When I went for parent teacher conferences, I was surprised by the fact they said she was the quite one. I have worked really hard to not make her feel left out sine she is the middle, I hear middle children complain that they get left out because they aren't the oldest and they aren't the baby. I didn't want that for her. Her teacher says it shows that she doesn't display the normal middle child syndrome. I was so pleased to hear that. I think they are all my babies and each is unique, they each have very different personalities and that is what makes them so special. Some days its hard and I want to pull my hair out but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love them more than anything in the entire world. They are my life, without them I don't know what I would do. I never pictured my life as the mom of three, but I would not change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; L is still sick and I keep thinking I need to take her to the Dr but she seems to feel better than BAM she is ill again and running a fever and it seems to be after sick clinic hours. I will see in the morning how she feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; I ask as I get ready to close that you pray for my friend in Ohio, she is the mom of 3 boys and was pregnant with her 4th a little girl. Two weeks ago, she didn't feel the baby moving and went in, but it was too late. She was 36 weeks along, she delivered her sweet baby stillborn. I cant even imagine how she is feeling, please pray for comfort for her and her family. Till nest time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>two weeks</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 May 2010 00:11:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-1445046249353323530</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I let two weeks slip by again before I blogged. Not much going on in our world, the kids are looking forward to the end of school, tomorrow I take L to kinder round up, I already registered her but she get to take a tour tomorrow. I am hopeful it will make her little more excited, she really doesn't want to leave preschool she loves her school and her teachers so it is hard for her. This week she has been sick almost all week, and G fell out of a chair and busted open his chin so there is never a lack of excitement at our house. Last week was Jenni's bday and I got her some dishes I was so excited about them, she loves butterflies and they have butterflies on them I think she loved them as much as I loved giving them to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; We have started going to church with one of L's teachers she is so sweet, and we love the church. The kids love to go as much as I do. I hope that we can become part of this church family I want the kids to have that in their lives. I am excited about this new chapter in our lives and I know that we are headed in the right direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Jenni and I are counting down the days until eclipse comes out, I am excited as this was my favorite book of the series. This time it will be just Jenni and I so we wont be disappointed by anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Well I guess that is all for tonight. Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>What the hell is going on with people?</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hell-is-going-on-with-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 11:35:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-2842985231206622608</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Last night a crazy man with a gun went to Hastings book store and shot 5 people, then drove to a local bar and shot and killed a 23 year old doorman, then drove to his home and shot and killed himself. Witness say he was yelling about white power. What is wrong with people? I don't understand how does being white make one better than anyone else. The man was crazy and apparently had a history of violence and was out on bond and had just been posted in wf most wanted. How did this man end up back on the streets? I am not sure we will ever know exactly what this man was thinking or why he choose Hastings and Toby's to go shoot people. The whole thing took the man a total of about 20 minutes including shooting himself. Its crazy, the whole town was scared I was supposed to go meet a friend at buffalo wild wings when she texted me, at that point apparently they thought it was gang related and she told me what happened. I told her I was staying home. She then told me the bww was closing and then that they locked them all in afraid for their safety. She was eventually let out and went home but she was scared, as was everyone who knew this was going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Today as the story unravels, no one is still sure exactly what happened why this man did what he did. And the whole town is left to wonder why? Why was this man let loose back on our streets with his history? Why did he go to these two places? Was this truly a hate crime? And if so why did he choose to shoot randomly at people? The doorman at Toby's lost his life trying to protect patrons inside the bar. This was a young man with a whole life ahead of him and to have it end so senselessly its just sad. I pray for his family and for the family of the shooter who is left to wonder why and what happened? How this person they love could do such a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; For today I will hug my kids a little tighter tell those I love how much they mean to me and thank the Lord that we are all here. Please do the same with your family  and please pray for all the victims of this senseless crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>One of those days</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-those-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:59:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-7501833542807351266</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I sit here tears rolling down my face as I watch one tree hill, the episode where the mom dies and I think as they all sit with the mom in her final moments will I be with my mom in those final moments? And I wonder if its scary, those final moments. Or are they peaceful? I pray with all my heart that it is peaceful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I have been struggling a bit lately, work sux and some days I feel very alone. I haven't talked to my mom is two weeks and she never answers when I call. I miss her, I worry about her. But more I just want that closeness that I had so long ago with my grandma. Its still hard each day is a struggle. This year will be four years. How can that be? How can four years have past since I was able to talk to her and see her, laugh with her, share my day with her. God I miss her. I find myself struggling to find a place a fit in, where is that. Some days I feel a failure as a mom and most defiantly as a wife, my best friend is 18 hours away and I miss her. We have moved so much that it is hard to find that stable relationship with friends. I see daily when I pick the kids up from school the closeness the moms there have and I so want that. We are going to start going to church there and hopefully I will find my place there. I love Jenni, and she and I are close, but she leads her own life and I dont want to burden her each day with my woes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; About a month ago, H spent the night with two little girls from her class. Their mom is a doctor, and when she came home she said she was embarrassed to invite them to our house because theirs was so nice. I explained to her we have a nice home and her friends like her for her not what she has. I also explained to her that we have love in our home and that is what counts. But I know how she feels, I am stressed about money and stressed about work and stressed about home, my life is depressing. And I feel it pulling me down. I need a rope to pull me out. before I drowned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I love my kids with all my heart and I would do anything for them, but I feel in my current mood they are being robbed of the happy things, and I feel bad but dont know how to fix it. I want to talk to my grandma and she would make me feel better, but I would settle for my mom and that isn't happening either. So I pray each night that God hug and kiss my Grandma for me, and that he will walk with me and guide me. I know this will surely get me out of my funk. I ask that you pray God to lead me in what ever path is right for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Long lost</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 23:37:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-1440328807887007006</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I know I haven't blogged in forever. So funny as my blog used to be my salvation. I was ever so faithful to it, it was my release. I find many days I think about blogging but just never do. Anyway. Whats new in our world. Not much, we have been busy with school and work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; My friend Jenni and I went to see John Mayer in concert, it was wonderful. It was a world wind trip we left around 5pm drove to Dallas stopped at my favorite Chick Fil A (I hate we don't have one here) and then went to the concert. We then drove straight home after the concert. But it was so worth it! We had a blast! I love Jenni she is a great person and a great friend. She has been great and I love her kids they are great! Ad my kids love her and her kids as well! I miss my TN and Ohio friends and family, but we are adjusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Jenni is currently searching to buy a new house and I am envious. I am so happy for her, but I want my own new house. So for now I will live vicariously through her. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I am also planning on  going back to school next year, I am so excited about it. I am going for radiology so wish me luck.  I am happy even though I maybe old before I graduate it will be worth it. Now if I could figure out how we are going to afford it that would be helpful as well. But we will figure it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; The kids are all doing well, getting ready for summer and L will start kindergarten next year. I can believe it, she is growing up so fast. Where did the past five years go? G will be off to school as well before long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Well that is all for this update, till next time remember to hug and kiss your family and tell them you love them, today is gone and tomorrow may never come.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I am thankful.</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-thankful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Tue, 2 Mar 2010 13:29:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-8018159782416839364</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I read the most beautiful blog post today, it was a blog about a mother who gave birth to a Down syndrome baby, she had no idea until she was born that she would be special. Read the blog post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2010_01_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.kellehampton.com/2010_01_01_archive.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; it is her birth story, prepare to have Kleenex handy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I am so blessed that my children are healthy, I know that God knows who to give special children to, and I am not sure that I would know how to handle it. I would like to think that I would handle it with grace and strength but I don't know.  I love my kids more than anything, and I would love them no matter what I am truly blessed.  As I read this blog post I realized she posted her true feelings in it, she let them spill out and I am not sure most people would be that brave. I was truly touched . Be thankful for your children, hug them, play with them, and know that each child is a blessing no matter of their abilities or disabilities.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Long Time no Blog</title><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 22:08:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-7521369698150007697</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Life seems to get the better of me and I just don't get the time to blog. Things here have been busy. Christmas was good despite the fact that we literally had a blizzard on Christmas Eve, I got my car stuck at a friends house for three days and we had Jack in The box for Christmas dinner. LOL The kids loved the snow and it was good to have a white Christmas for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hubby has been gone for the past four days so its just been the kids and I. Although I love being a mom four days of just me and the kids is a little much. G is going through a stage where he throws fits every time you tell him something. I hope we out grow this soon. The kids are all doing well at school I got G registered for next year this week he will be four days, and L will be in kindergarten I cant believe it . They are growing up so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://2princessandaprince.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mom Of 3)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 22:08:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409600406008950162.post-8348891639600484619</guid><description></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>