<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898</id><updated>2024-09-01T17:06:31.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Quiet Or Someone Will Hear!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-9076476434714454547</id><published>2010-10-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:41:56.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s a mom thing...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m wondering if I&#39;m alone in this...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After a night of little sleep, somewhere around 4am-ish, I finally nod off.&amp;nbsp; At 7am you awaken to big kids moving around in the house but the baby (well, 1 yr old) is still quiet as a mouse.&amp;nbsp; You worry somethings wrong, but are so sleepy and tired that you have a conversation with yourself in your head that goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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Uh-oh... he&#39;s still quiet.&amp;nbsp; I wonder why. ***&amp;nbsp; Oh he&#39;s probably as tired as you are.&amp;nbsp; Go back to sleep. *** Maybe something is wrong.&amp;nbsp; I should check. *** You worry all the time.&amp;nbsp; Sleeeeeep.&amp;nbsp; You need it.&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; Why isn&#39;t B getting up to check?&amp;nbsp; Is he still asleep to?&amp;nbsp; He slept ALL night! *** Something HAS to be wrong.&amp;nbsp; The baby never sleeps this late. ***&amp;nbsp; You always do this.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is ever wrong.&amp;nbsp; He&#39;s 1 now.&amp;nbsp; Sids is sooooooo&amp;nbsp; unlikely. ***&amp;nbsp; But what if... *** SLEEEEEEEPPPPP...&lt;br /&gt;
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Anybody else argue with yourself?&amp;nbsp; And then ultimately get up to check on a sleeping baby (or 1 yr old) who WAS sleeping peacefully until he heard you open his door?&lt;br /&gt;
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I just KNOW I can&#39;t be alone here!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/9076476434714454547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-mom-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/9076476434714454547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/9076476434714454547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-mom-thing.html' title='It&#39;s a mom thing...'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-491328932024059962</id><published>2010-10-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:53:37.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh.</title><content type='html'>Ya know how you&#39;ll get some advice from someone and while you KNOW it&#39;s good advice, you think &quot;Ah, that&#39;ll never happen to me.&quot;?&amp;nbsp; Have you ever had that happen?&amp;nbsp; Me too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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And after the day I&#39;ve had today, I&#39;m gonna start actually FOLLOWING people&#39;s good advice a bit more often.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m also going to pass along the advice I myself didn&#39;t take.&lt;br /&gt;
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DO NOT let your babies, toddlers, or small children near a fireplace.&amp;nbsp; Whether it&#39;s wood burning, gas burning, or you&#39;re burning your old teddy bears - it&#39;s NOT cool to let them near one when it&#39;s on.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it&#39;s so not cool that it&#39;s BURNING HOT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s SO important to follow this advice because one minute you might be on your way out the door to start a meeting, and 30 seconds later you&#39;re holding your screaming childs hands under running water for 20 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Then a full day at a burn center to treat 2nd degree burns on the palms of their hands... which of course will be followed up by a 2nd appointment tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and 2 weeks of a 1 year old having his hands splinted and wrapped.&amp;nbsp; Yes - NO use of his poor little baby hands for 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So.&amp;nbsp; Listen up.&amp;nbsp; And FOLLOW the good sound advice when&amp;nbsp; you hear it.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/491328932024059962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/491328932024059962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/491328932024059962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh.'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-7732921185387615260</id><published>2010-10-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:03:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEDNNvczyguY4Jcsk_YW0Xv6nhfK5O4Ci6a_6h0eNqTutWMoNVwos0TvnBvaO1QoTi3YOmoTVTH469Nnz0Ch0FCj-1zJ2WSWHyNH5MicIDJkSz6ilRabs7yx0T-K7Mze_uh0VkwTKCc4l/s1600/FALL-29.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEDNNvczyguY4Jcsk_YW0Xv6nhfK5O4Ci6a_6h0eNqTutWMoNVwos0TvnBvaO1QoTi3YOmoTVTH469Nnz0Ch0FCj-1zJ2WSWHyNH5MicIDJkSz6ilRabs7yx0T-K7Mze_uh0VkwTKCc4l/s200/FALL-29.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs_aN8-P8k9rPImX1NZMhrds1ZxAjAu_emgtctOVbfVQhn9QeXmH2MaCTi8wDOJiDYhg9EMUgQpUvh7LJM1Wb_ys4TwOXIsjMZbt15jl6aIeqwrYfe-at6lrzaZBPEF4HDweRHKVoGDHS/s1600/FALL-46.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRs_aN8-P8k9rPImX1NZMhrds1ZxAjAu_emgtctOVbfVQhn9QeXmH2MaCTi8wDOJiDYhg9EMUgQpUvh7LJM1Wb_ys4TwOXIsjMZbt15jl6aIeqwrYfe-at6lrzaZBPEF4HDweRHKVoGDHS/s200/FALL-46.jpg&quot; width=&quot;133&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2GzGTqrq15Q6cCOkdmn7B037cPFGccCdt32OHMeivWeUI8JJ5pm9tkviFseR07sIBGBDPA-UupDmzkg3cO2TPIH5bUG4W0oxYuzzR23SdN_APQ19b-DF6J-WgfX_w8wuKbo0iEDjJeuC/s1600/FALL-18.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2GzGTqrq15Q6cCOkdmn7B037cPFGccCdt32OHMeivWeUI8JJ5pm9tkviFseR07sIBGBDPA-UupDmzkg3cO2TPIH5bUG4W0oxYuzzR23SdN_APQ19b-DF6J-WgfX_w8wuKbo0iEDjJeuC/s200/FALL-18.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And sometimes - I think people don&#39;t realize there&#39;s a limit on how much time one has to say those words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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You only have your &quot;Forever&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Only so many minutes, hours, and days on earth.&amp;nbsp; And sure... it&#39;s not likely you or I will be missing from earth anytime in the next 24 hours - but life sure can turn on a dime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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So - with that...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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THANK YOU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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To my children.&amp;nbsp; What I&#39;ve taught you dwarfs what you&#39;ve taught me.&amp;nbsp; My life wouldn&#39;t be MY LIFE without any one of you.&amp;nbsp; I love our family because of you all - and am so incredibly blessed to have been entrusted by God to care for you as your Mom.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for all the laughs and the hugs - the slobbery baby kisses and the best hugs I&#39;ve ever had.&amp;nbsp; Thank you all for the 2am feedings, the afternoon naps, the spit-up, and every single one of the million diaper changes I&#39;ve spent with you.&amp;nbsp; Even today, knowing my last baby isn&#39;t a baby anymore and knowing I&#39;ll never need to buy another bottle, I&#39;m sad that chapter is done.&amp;nbsp; It went too fast and I want it all back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
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To You.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m so thankful and happy to have found you.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m glad I stayed when I wasn&#39;t so sure.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for loving us ALL - for taking care of us all.&amp;nbsp; For being my Rock.&amp;nbsp; For being the head of our household.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for working hard, for letting me sleep in, for taking me out, for loving me and making me laugh even when I&#39;m mad.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for rules &amp;amp; discipline for our children.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for keeping me warm every single night and for letting me have too many blankets on our bed.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sorry I&#39;m a freeze chicken.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for thanking me as often as you have.&amp;nbsp; I loved it and because of you, I know how important it really is to say those words.&amp;nbsp; Seriously... even when it&#39;s leftovers for the third night in a row - you always complimented dinner.&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for knowing the difference between a gift &amp;amp; a present - and for the life I have today.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for US.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;To my family.&amp;nbsp; To those of you who have come to belong in my family.&amp;nbsp; I love you all and cannot wait to spend many hours with you in the coming days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This by no means covers everyone or everything - but it&#39;s my start.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m off to buy some Thank You cards today and will be writing in lots of them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Who will you remember to thank today?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who do you owe a thank you to from the past?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mom, Me, Yours</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7732921185387615260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/7732921185387615260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/7732921185387615260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEDNNvczyguY4Jcsk_YW0Xv6nhfK5O4Ci6a_6h0eNqTutWMoNVwos0TvnBvaO1QoTi3YOmoTVTH469Nnz0Ch0FCj-1zJ2WSWHyNH5MicIDJkSz6ilRabs7yx0T-K7Mze_uh0VkwTKCc4l/s72-c/FALL-29.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-9035436974502491822</id><published>2010-10-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:12:35.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QyY37ccEESZpmhh9whj2HcwP9TTvVvxnlzZe5hF5tYqmVVaEoA6fW1coh3TEdjnnfDDAmsyETl0w14d6_DzmyJweTz55etJkh2sm63BENuScpEHqXDdPGqBSB4bkfGkrrD-mUAth5zST/s1600/LARS+HAIRCUT-7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QyY37ccEESZpmhh9whj2HcwP9TTvVvxnlzZe5hF5tYqmVVaEoA6fW1coh3TEdjnnfDDAmsyETl0w14d6_DzmyJweTz55etJkh2sm63BENuScpEHqXDdPGqBSB4bkfGkrrD-mUAth5zST/s400/LARS+HAIRCUT-7.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Is it weird that I&#39;m a little bit sad we just cut off the hair he came into the world with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;First Boy ...&amp;nbsp; Last baby ...&amp;nbsp; First haircut ...&amp;nbsp; Last first haircut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So many things starting and ending lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I think it&#39;s always been like that - but I&#39;ve just started paying attention.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just think of all the times we&#39;ve all spent with one another just getting haircuts... how much fun we had looking through the books... trying to find a new look.&amp;nbsp; I hope that however you girls (and you too baby boy) choose to look on the outside - that you remember to keep whats inside of you the MOST beautiful. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t wait until the next &quot;Haircut Day&quot; - and hope someday you realize so much more than just haircuts were taking place those days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mom, Me, Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/9035436974502491822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/9035436974502491822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/9035436974502491822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-haircuts.html' title='1st Haircuts'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QyY37ccEESZpmhh9whj2HcwP9TTvVvxnlzZe5hF5tYqmVVaEoA6fW1coh3TEdjnnfDDAmsyETl0w14d6_DzmyJweTz55etJkh2sm63BENuScpEHqXDdPGqBSB4bkfGkrrD-mUAth5zST/s72-c/LARS+HAIRCUT-7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-344107670833762223</id><published>2010-10-06T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T13:10:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lesson from God.</title><content type='html'>I have recently undergone some pretty significant life changes, and while I have no idea where my life will be a year from now I feel God has given me a glimpse of the plan he has for me.&amp;nbsp; A week ago, I started writing this blog for my kids to read at some point down the road.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m hoping it&#39;s a LONG way down the road but nonetheless I feel more sure than ever before about life itself being one giant learning experience - and how God has intended it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having had many children, and having found someone to share my life with have been the two biggest blessings throughout my years.&amp;nbsp; Each of those blessings have taught me so many lessons themselves. &amp;nbsp; The most important lecture I&#39;ve gotten from God has been really recent:&amp;nbsp; Live life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I haven&#39;t always done that throughout many of my mid-thirty-something-ish years... &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s really that simple, but it&#39;s not very easy.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve forgotten to live life so many times, and I&#39;m sure everyone else has too.&amp;nbsp; I forget often on Mondays when the whole week is staring me down.&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s too much on my plate those days to take a few minutes just to live.&amp;nbsp; Mostly weekends is what I&#39;ve always saved for living... but then dishes and laundry and a bedroom that seems to be the catch-all for anything and everything needs to be cleaned.&amp;nbsp; I peek into any of the kids bedrooms and drop what I&#39;m doing to lecture THEM on the importance of cleanliness... and another project takes precedence over living.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The baby stage passed last month with the celebration of a 1st birthday... and I have just 6 months before the teenage years (and HORMONES) invade our home.&amp;nbsp; Add to that several stages scattered between those, and life is &quot;happening&quot; all around within our walls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just hadn&#39;t bothered to take any time to live it myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So I stopped.&amp;nbsp; Well, more correctly, God made me stop.&amp;nbsp; Should I say he allowed for me to stop?&amp;nbsp; I think that sums it up much more accurately.&amp;nbsp; He allowed for me to pause here and to LIVE in what is happening around me.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t control so many things - and as a Mom, that is my initial instinct.&amp;nbsp; I want to handle this.&amp;nbsp; I want to schedule this.&amp;nbsp; I want to plan for next week and for two weeks later.&amp;nbsp; But I can&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s funny because even before, I never could.&amp;nbsp; None of us can.&amp;nbsp; We lull ourselves into such a false comfort zone where we feel we&#39;re in control - and we believe we can schedule time for later to do those things we want.&amp;nbsp; We can LIVE later on.&amp;nbsp; Work now.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, well... it&#39;s not like that.&amp;nbsp; Boy was I wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So - to anyone listening - and especially to those of you I am writing this for - please LIVE today.&amp;nbsp; Years (I hope) down the road, when you kids read this, I hope you Live.&amp;nbsp; I hope you realize how easily life can turn on a dime.&amp;nbsp; I hope you enjoy the moments you are alone - and enjoy - TRULY enjoy the moments after your children are born.&amp;nbsp; I hope you awaken to nurse them at 2am and truly know how quickly that time will pass.&amp;nbsp; I hope you feel - and I hope you learn &amp;amp; grow from those feelings.&amp;nbsp; I hope you know that you are on Gods plan - and only He knows your days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I love you all so much today!&amp;nbsp; My heart is full for you!&lt;br /&gt;
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So there I was.&amp;nbsp; Just you two and me.&amp;nbsp; And my work.&amp;nbsp; And I was DONE dating.&amp;nbsp; I really was.&amp;nbsp; Besides, who was going to want to date someone with 2 kids?&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll be honest - I didn&#39;t even want to date.&amp;nbsp; What I wanted was to instantly find a wonderful man who would love you like I did - and who would love me... and who would sweep us away and we&#39;ve live happily ever after.&amp;nbsp; Right... huh....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I told you guys I was a big dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;
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God just laughed I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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About 2 months later, I set some new years resolutions for myself and got busy working on making them reality.&amp;nbsp; Men/Dating were still sworn off.&amp;nbsp; A routine visit to my OB confirmed that the life-threatening pre-eclampsia I experienced with you girls was likely to occur in any future pregnancies.&amp;nbsp; A tubal ligation was scheduled for January 11th.&amp;nbsp; I arranged for a couple days off from work, and continued with my week.&amp;nbsp; 2 days later, on January 4th,&amp;nbsp; I met HIM!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Complete fate... totally by chance.&amp;nbsp; And while I insisted on only friendship (as did he) within three or four days this amazing stranger was attempting to talk me out of my surgery.&amp;nbsp; His reasoning was very logical.&amp;nbsp; He wanted children.&amp;nbsp; The two of us seemed to have hit it off and loved being around each other.&amp;nbsp; Not being able to have children was a deal breaker.&amp;nbsp; I could reschedule my surgery for anytime down the road if things didn&#39;t work out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The NORMAL me would have ran at the talk of having more children with a man I had just met a few days earlier.&amp;nbsp; The NORMAL me would have lost his phone number and never looked back!&amp;nbsp; The NORMAL me would have told him I was done having children and that I had a plan in place - and that HIS plan didn&#39;t look even remotely like my plan - so THERE.&lt;br /&gt;
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I called and cancelled my surgery. .&amp;nbsp; And looking back, I am so very glad I did... but I don&#39;t understand &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I did.&amp;nbsp; There isn&#39;t one single earthly reason that would lead me to do such a thing.&amp;nbsp; Which is why I know it was because of a heavenly reason this happened. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I cancelled my surgery and we *gasp* DATED!&amp;nbsp; About a week after this happened, as he kissed me goodbye in the livingroom of our old townhome, my subconscious blurted out &quot;I LOVE YOU&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I joke with him all of the time that it was in fact HIM, that said these words first - but we both know that just short of 2 weeks into our friendship/relationship, I was the one who said those incredibly scary words.&amp;nbsp; I pulled back and covered my mouth and apologized several times just half a second after I said them... but they were out.&amp;nbsp; And I felt it.&amp;nbsp; I felt that I loved him.&amp;nbsp; Just as much as I do right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So we fell in love.&amp;nbsp; We danced around the &quot;couple-dom&quot; status for a few months, and jumped in head first.&amp;nbsp; We had many ups and downs this first year.&amp;nbsp; Boy oh boy did we ever! We both wanted the same end to our story - but the pages in between chapter 1 and &quot;Happily Ever After&quot; had MANY different words on them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We decided to wait to have a family, and in January of 2006 I made my way back to my OB to get an IUD put in.&amp;nbsp; A little FYI:&amp;nbsp; it hurt.&amp;nbsp; Not nearly as much as when they had to take it out 5 months later.&amp;nbsp; &#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did I have to get it removed?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was pregnant of course.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And today, 5 years and 3 more babies later I get sad if I think about living even one day without any of you.&amp;nbsp; And I wouldn&#39;t change one second of it.&amp;nbsp; Not ever.&amp;nbsp; God had such a different plan than I did - and I think his turned out so much better than my plan would have.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t ya think?&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s funny...&amp;nbsp; maybe I should trust in Him more, huh!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you all today more than yesterday but not as much as I will tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Springtime brings these wonderful shades of green.&amp;nbsp; Yes, there is green in summer, and even some in the fall -&amp;nbsp; but spring green is new.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s vibrant, bright, brilliant at times.&amp;nbsp; There are the white raspberry blooms and the lilacs, and there will be so many of your very own favorites to add to my list.&amp;nbsp; Spring is the time for new beginnings - much like the new beginning that Easter itself celebrates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Summer should be a 3 month vacation for everyone.&amp;nbsp; I truly hope you all work hard enough to take summers off.&amp;nbsp; Yes... I&#39;m a big dreamer... lol.&amp;nbsp; Seriously though - summers are lazy.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve often joked that nobody should work during the summer... and that nobody really &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; work during the summer anyways.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s lakes, pools, walks, flowers, weddings, and suntans.&amp;nbsp; All week long.&amp;nbsp; I hope some of you love the humidity like I do - to walk outside and feel your skin being wrapped in warm air.&amp;nbsp; I hope when you&#39;re adults, you sometimes sleep with the window open on those hottest nights and remember that I love nights like that so much.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the season to spend 3 hours and 2 beers mowing the lawn - and the season to spend an hour sitting on the lawnmower when finished admiring your work and dreaming.&amp;nbsp; Always be dreaming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Fall...&amp;nbsp; Fall is a time for preparation for the winter to come.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a time for chili, and bonfires and hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s time to change your iced coffees for hot mochas - and wear sweatshirts everyday.&amp;nbsp; In the fall, I like to get a months worth of groceries and stock up on everything we might need - so I don&#39;t have to spend any extra time at the store.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I don&#39;t care much for shopping at all anymore.&amp;nbsp; It just takes up time.&amp;nbsp; Fall is leaves, and cornstalks, and hay bales, and pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the start of the most amazing season of all....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas.&amp;nbsp; None of you expected me to write &quot;winter&quot;, did you?&amp;nbsp; I thought not.&amp;nbsp; Christmas is November 1st through the first week of January.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s family.&amp;nbsp; And Family is those who love you.&amp;nbsp; And love is wanting peace, health, comfort, joy, family, and happiness for you.&amp;nbsp; Love is wanting what&#39;s best for you.&amp;nbsp; And Christmas is the season we celebrate the love we share for each other just as God shared what he loved most of all with us.&amp;nbsp; I hope you are all blessed to share your homes with all your family during this season.&amp;nbsp; I hope you all have unexpected guests throughout this season... unplanned family dinners... nights spent with your family just being together.&amp;nbsp; And speaking of Christmas - you all need to remember that a gift is something you want to share with someone - something YOU want a person to have.&amp;nbsp; A present is something they want for themselves.&amp;nbsp; Gifts are so much nicer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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January &amp;amp; February are extra months God gave us to prepare for the rest of the year.&amp;nbsp; I specifically use January to Christmas shop for the following Christmas season.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :-)&amp;nbsp; Just how I roll.... lol&lt;br /&gt;
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And that is what I hope you take from me in regard to the seasons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you all through all the seasons and hope to have a hundred MORE seasons spent with all of us together!&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sorry I have to work so hard right now, but so much needs to be put in place to take care of you all.&amp;nbsp; I think it will be better this way - and know there will come a time soon when I get to be home with you so much more often.&amp;nbsp; And for that reason - I can&#39;t wait!!&lt;br /&gt;
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5:30am - 9:00am&amp;nbsp; - I&#39;m mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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9:00am - 1pm - I&#39;m the business owner, the receptionist, the bookkeeper, a patient, a student, and a manager.&lt;br /&gt;
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1pm-4pm&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m mostly a student, occasionally a patient, although sometimes (always?) (never?) the person in charge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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4pm-8pm - I&#39;m the manager.&amp;nbsp; Except for Fridays &amp;amp; Saturdays.&amp;nbsp; Then I&#39;m MOM!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m YOURS!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m ME!&amp;nbsp; I love Fridays &amp;amp; Saturdays!&lt;br /&gt;
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8:00pm - 11:00 pm =&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m Mom a lot.&amp;nbsp; I love that.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m Yours as well when you&#39;re home.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m hardly ever a patient, never a manager, but always the person in charge of that place...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m an avid reader that hasn&#39;t read anything other than a textbook in months.&amp;nbsp; A student finally going back to college after many years.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m a self taught musician (and I&#39;m pretty darn good too!)... As of late, I&#39;ve been a patient as well but that&#39;s still not a big enough part of me to take up more than a sentence here or there.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m a mom who struggles at times - I&#39;m half of the most incredible relationship I&#39;ve ever had in my life.&amp;nbsp; Have any of you ever loved someone so much that the mere thought of not being with them brings you to tears?&amp;nbsp; Seriously... when I think about a time when he&#39;s not with me anymore, I&#39;m as sad now as I believe I will be then.&amp;nbsp; Tears rolling down my cheeks as I sit here right now.&amp;nbsp; And Oh BOY... that&#39;s not to say we had perfection from the beginning - or that it&#39;s perfect now for that matter.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s just right.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s us.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love anything country - anything crafty... anything old.&amp;nbsp; I love LOVE, and ROMANCE, and LAUGHTER.&amp;nbsp; My biggest fear is something happening to any of my children.&amp;nbsp; While I believe in God and my faith is strong, I do not think it&#39;s strong enough to carry me through the loss of a child of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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On that note - I&#39;m also tired.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s time to recharge my batteries so I can get up early and do the hair of two amazing little girls tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp; I love you all - with all my heart - and all my soul.&amp;nbsp; I do not know of a life without you - or know how heaven can be happy if you&#39;re not there by my side.&amp;nbsp; You make earth THAT incredible - that I&#39;d chose it over heaven today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom, Me, Yours.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/feeds/8496826978670949142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/8496826978670949142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121930763445285898/posts/default/8496826978670949142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwhisper.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>SAVING IN MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12175577467131265177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121930763445285898.post-1329015030605970381</id><published>2010-10-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:29:25.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An empty notebook</title><content type='html'>There is something about sitting down with a pen and an empty notebook and I guess I feel excited in the same way about my new blog!&amp;nbsp; Will I post pictures?&amp;nbsp; Write poems?&amp;nbsp; Journal?&amp;nbsp; Share recipes?&amp;nbsp; Should I pick one topic or let my mind wander?&amp;nbsp; Should I boldly blog where no blogger has gone before?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I think.&amp;nbsp; Yes to everything.&amp;nbsp; (Oh yeah - there I go.&amp;nbsp; Right off the bat, and I&#39;m saying YES to everything.&amp;nbsp; Typical me.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Every life is full of those &quot;Be Quiet or Someone Will Hear&quot; moments.&amp;nbsp; One would think that at the age of mid-thirty-something, I wouldn&#39;t feel the need to be so reserved.&amp;nbsp; But, I have.&amp;nbsp; Through our very strained relationship, I still worry what my mom thinks.&amp;nbsp; Even though I haven&#39;t talked to her in &lt;strike&gt;awhile&lt;/strike&gt; over a year, I have these long conversations with her in my head each time I do something I know she wouldn&#39;t approve of.&amp;nbsp; Strange, huh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Growing older has changed me in so many ways.&amp;nbsp; Do you feel the same?&amp;nbsp; Am I the only person out there who gets bolder and braver with each passing birthday?&amp;nbsp; And why is it like this now?&amp;nbsp; Do I care less what other people think, and just speak my mind...&amp;nbsp; or do I know so much more that I finally have something important to say?&lt;br /&gt;
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So I sit here with my figurative empty notebook, my cup of 1/2 hot chocolate - 1/2 coffee, and so many words.&amp;nbsp; Lessons, stories, laughs, feelings, fears, and values.&amp;nbsp; I hope those that take a minute to read come back for a few more - and I hope those that I&#39;m writing for know how much I truly love them - and can feel it in these words even years after I&#39;m not here anymore.&amp;nbsp; I love all of you so much.&amp;nbsp; Never in my heart did I imagine that I&#39;d have enough inside of me to love all of you this much.&amp;nbsp; But I do. &lt;br /&gt;
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Have a wonderful day - and I hope you find a million little things to smile about as you fall asleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
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