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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:40:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Campbell Soup</title><description>The activities and antics of our little gang</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CampbellSoup" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-573625442461055116</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T20:15:45.046-04:00</atom:updated><title>Apparently…</title><description>&lt;p&gt;…the girls have decided that it is no longer challenging enough to do one puzzle at a time.&amp;#160; It is MUCH more interesting to dump out ALL of the puzzles at once and THEN put them together again (with some encouragement/coercion).&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Apparently, it’s time to move the puzzles to the basement for a while!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-573625442461055116?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparently.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-8852678261039030552</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T14:51:16.187-04:00</atom:updated><title>Intrepid</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The kids and I really enjoy going for walks together around the neighborhood.&amp;#160; The only part I don’t enjoy is a few houses down from us.&amp;#160; There are three obnoxious dogs there who run up to the fence and bark and growl&amp;#160; loudly until we are well-past.&amp;#160; I was afraid of dogs as a child (and still am sometimes), and don’t trust them not to bite curious little fingers that might get too near the fence, so I usually cross the street to avoid them.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sometimes we walk right past them.&amp;#160; The last time we did so, three of my children walked by quickly.&amp;#160; Lana, however, stood there with a determined,&amp;#160; indignant look on her face.&amp;#160; “Stop it doggies!&amp;#160; STOP IT!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The dogs stopped when we were near the edge of the fence, and Lana turned back to say “FANK you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-8852678261039030552?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/09/intrepid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-189665718152539631</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T07:45:46.410-04:00</atom:updated><title>Conversations from the back seat</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Maddie: I’m big.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: I’m big too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie: No, you’re little.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: No, I’m big.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie: No, I’m big, and you’re little.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: I’m big and you’re big.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie: You’re little.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: I’m big.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Girls, that’s enough!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;---------pause--------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn [whispering]: Say “You’re little.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: I like to suck my thumb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie: I like to suck my finger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn: You should suck your thumb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;[Uh… Girls, if you’re old enough to &lt;em&gt;talk&lt;/em&gt; about it, shouldn’t you be old enough to &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt;?]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-189665718152539631?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversations-from-back-seat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-8615428653560098658</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T22:08:03.292-04:00</atom:updated><title>Little Princesses</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, the day the girls turn 3 1/2 is a good day to write about their 3rd birthday, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This year, back when it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; their birthday, I decided to give each girl their own special day.&amp;#160; I kept it low-key, but they really did feel special!&amp;#160; They got to choose a pretty dress and tiara to wear, go on a one-on-one outing with me, have a “Jell-o cake”, and open a gift.&amp;#160; I even granted &lt;a href="http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-wishes.html" target="_blank"&gt;their wishes&lt;/a&gt;—sort of.&amp;#160; Lana got a toy dinosaur, Gwyn toy horses, Maddie a toy airplane, and Everett got to &lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt; Jell-o three days in a row!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lana (“baby A”)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TWtA-26I/AAAAAAAABzw/0oq_AiT7NEY/s1600-h/DSC01691%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01691" border="0" alt="DSC01691" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TXGLvQiI/AAAAAAAABz0/D8D9JDMF7Ik/DSC01691_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="89" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TXvz4feI/AAAAAAAABz4/DBj3Zm0TZ0w/s1600-h/DSC01696%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01696" border="0" alt="DSC01696" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TX3wRSDI/AAAAAAAABz8/UggbqN3Rizk/DSC01696_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TYpQ6nlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Q8I3lsdHVL4/s1600-h/DSC01698%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01698" border="0" alt="DSC01698" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TY0FNjgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/nKVR7DfSxJs/DSC01698_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gwyn (“baby B”)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TZKM_oXI/AAAAAAAAB0I/JU60v5py054/s1600-h/DSC01703b%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01703b" border="0" alt="DSC01703b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TZeu1PoI/AAAAAAAAB0M/N8k6GubvqFU/DSC01703b_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="127" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TZ7rK-hI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/NsGgPCKMtWY/s1600-h/DSC01709%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01730" border="0" alt="DSC01730" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3Tc979HYI/AAAAAAAAB0s/1Yb2D7uA6hI/DSC01730_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="203" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TdVhIlGI/AAAAAAAAB0w/4iyLbvBaps0/s1600-h/DSC01731%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01731" border="0" alt="DSC01731" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3Tdh7HYiI/AAAAAAAAB00/cfaBbMtL9J4/DSC01731_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;We also decided to splurge and take them to Giggles and Smiles at the mall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TeMRltxI/AAAAAAAAB04/efxTjZ1SNcI/s1600-h/DSC01718%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01718" border="0" alt="DSC01718" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TeqKp9SI/AAAAAAAAB08/oZPTnDWefq8/DSC01718_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="202" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3Te6TwVrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/gYzKep5snew/s1600-h/DSC01716%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01716" border="0" alt="DSC01716" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TfKDPIpI/AAAAAAAAB1E/B7CS8dVIO_8/DSC01716_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="94" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3Tfvii7lI/AAAAAAAAB1I/siXCiqq3qE8/s1600-h/DSC01722%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01722" border="0" alt="DSC01722" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TgMWFnYI/AAAAAAAAB1M/3un_oPh2mcs/DSC01722_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;These girls sure LOVE dressing up.&amp;#160; I love how simple little things make them so happy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some photos from our family party (yes, I have way too many photos—three birthdays you know!):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 348px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:c58ee579-1775-4f97-9c1e-947839774f09" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-c26ed2fc65e40de5.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=C26ED2FC65E40DE5!112&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View Girls' Third Birthday" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sp3TgkgsCvI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/03HvlA9uE3w/InlineRepresentation16d5917a-fb22-4764-8fe6-5dbac8cc34ab%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:340px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-c26ed2fc65e40de5.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=C26ED2FC65E40DE5!112&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy un-birthday my little sweethearts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-8615428653560098658?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-princesses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-7884184590953103014</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T21:36:57.358-04:00</atom:updated><title>Roller Coaster</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My long hiatus from blogging was mostly due to some big stresses in our family.&amp;#160; Not only was I stressed, but the thought of even writing about the most difficult parts &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; stresses me out.&amp;#160; I’ve been posting about recent events and working backward, and have nearly reached the place where I need to talk about our roller coaster ride.&amp;#160; I know that a status report is long overdue, but I am starting with more lighthearted things.&amp;#160; I’m working up to it, I promise!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Spx4aVp5MYI/AAAAAAAABzk/Ugn8WpaEM1Q/s1600-h/0528091803%5B21%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0528091803" border="0" alt="0528091803" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Spx4awmPMQI/AAAAAAAABzo/gCHYVTKrKYI/0528091803_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For now, here is a lame photo (the best I could get on my phone) of the girls’ first roller coaster-type ride.&amp;#160; They absolutely loved it!&amp;#160; It was at a local fair, and Cary and the kids were the only ones riding.&amp;#160; I really think the operator must have given them a few extra times around because he could see how much fun they were having.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-7884184590953103014?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coaster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-6586452404055474559</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T16:26:40.467-04:00</atom:updated><title>Our Favorite Park</title><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we moved here, one of the first things we did was look on &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt; for all of the nearby green spaces.&amp;#160; We’ve checked them out, one by one, and found our favorite.&amp;#160; Because we are restricted somewhat in our activities by Lana’s feeding times (which give us about a two-hour window), I have tried to take the kids to a lot of fun places close to home this summer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO214eQAI/AAAAAAAABys/bMVYwTX0QZA/s1600-h/0720091229%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091229" border="0" alt="0720091229" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO3aNWloI/AAAAAAAAByw/yDJQJOlrZ7I/0720091229_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO4hS6q-I/AAAAAAAABy0/6z1Qsl9wy-U/s1600-h/0720091229a%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091229a" border="0" alt="0720091229a" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO5OnIIbI/AAAAAAAABy4/RW0zVbVEDfk/0720091229a_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO5g71DtI/AAAAAAAABy8/RYYCdh0Gtv8/s1600-h/0720091230%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091230" border="0" alt="0720091230" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO7AC8p3I/AAAAAAAABzA/5DQBZ05lKh4/0720091230_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO8RqYzRI/AAAAAAAABzE/bbXtw-gLi6w/s1600-h/0720091230a%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091230a" border="0" alt="0720091230a" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO8275shI/AAAAAAAABzI/UBBhPbz_nQY/0720091230a_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO9ZXvcCI/AAAAAAAABzM/yez5WNmvnI8/s1600-h/0720091230b%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091230b" border="0" alt="0720091230b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO9rekFPI/AAAAAAAABzQ/kWRnzb4dMB8/0720091230b_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO-b_Ur2I/AAAAAAAABzU/hyespE-NWq0/s1600-h/0720091231%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091231" border="0" alt="0720091231" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO-qyh8bI/AAAAAAAABzY/EHOq0R2QIYw/0720091231_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This time we were happy to have Grandma, Great Grandma, and Aunt Jo with us.&amp;#160; We played on the playground for a while, then went down the trail to the stream.&amp;#160; I think the kids could have a ball just throwing rocks in for hours if I let them.&amp;#160; We also waded, and saw a salamander, a frog, and a dead crawfish, so it was an eventful day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO_IEeuMI/AAAAAAAABzc/Co-oJEyatD0/s1600-h/0720091302a%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0720091302a" border="0" alt="0720091302a" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpmO_xCa4-I/AAAAAAAABzg/whgZgwQL-NM/0720091302a_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Lana, Everett, Gwyn, and Maddie&amp;#160; (Everett’s goatee is made of mud.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-6586452404055474559?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-favorite-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-1475234017033617240</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T20:35:51.023-04:00</atom:updated><title>Those Sneaky Brassicas</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph33G0mqsI/AAAAAAAAByU/EFhlecinucQ/s1600-h/DSC01933%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01933" border="0" alt="DSC01933" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph33rKpQxI/AAAAAAAAByY/fneP3Fmjmoo/DSC01933_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We expanded our garden a bit this year.&amp;#160; This picture was taken about a month ago when everything was still green and flourishing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I planted tomatoes, broccoli, zucchini, spaghetti squash, green beans, yellow beans, swiss chard, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, onions, eggplant, green peppers, yellow peppers, and red peppers, and I made two unsuccessful attempts at planting cauliflower.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; I say unsuccessful because the first time I bought cauliflower plants, they turned out to be collard greens.&amp;#160; So I tried a second time.&amp;#160; I bought what was labeled as “self-blanching cauliflower” and watched with anticipation as they grew into nice large heads.&amp;#160; I cut one off and started peeling back the leaves.&amp;#160; And I peeled back more leaves…and more leaves.&amp;#160; I had grown four beautiful heads of &lt;em&gt;cabbage&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh well.&amp;#160; We have had some tasty cabbage dishes, which we never would have tried had I not planted so much “cauliflower”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have had some more happy little garden helpers.&amp;#160; They have brought their sand buckets over to collect the harvest, and love to take it in the house and carefully place everything on the kitchen table.&amp;#160; One of their &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; ways to help in the garden is munching on leaves or cherry tomatoes.&amp;#160; Even Lana takes bites and then spits them out in the grass.&amp;#160; If you look carefully at these photos, you might see some tiny trails of green juice on their cute little cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph34GClTPI/AAAAAAAAByc/mX6Qmo8TEMI/s1600-h/DSC01927%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Maddie" border="0" alt="Maddie" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph34raAdYI/AAAAAAAAByg/xeKQhu-Dwm8/DSC01927_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph35HZmP5I/AAAAAAAAByk/VweGGUfc7K0/s1600-h/DSC01928%5B36%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Lana and Gwyn" border="0" alt="Lana and Gwyn" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sph35nuN5OI/AAAAAAAAByo/bk4TQsiFm4o/DSC01928_thumb%5B34%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="298" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kids also helped me make zucchini bread at least once a week while it was coming in.&amp;#160; The girls especially really love to help me cook.&amp;#160; And it provides some minutes of peace where there might have otherwise been a degree of contention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-1475234017033617240?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-sneaky-brassicas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-597440291160305798</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T20:53:21.129-04:00</atom:updated><title>What belts are really for…</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;11/05&amp;#160; Everett, 2 years old&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Spcqev6n_aI/AAAAAAAAByE/os-L93XeU0Y/s1600-h/Ev%20b-day%20DSC07565%20%202%20yr%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ev b-day DSC07565  2 yr" border="0" alt="Ev b-day DSC07565  2 yr" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Spcqe43HQ8I/AAAAAAAAByI/AX57rAh-MQU/Ev%20b-day%20DSC07565%20%202%20yr_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; 8/09&amp;#160; Maddie, 3.5 years old&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpcqftP27hI/AAAAAAAAByM/ensfRl1r_us/s1600-h/DSC01951%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01951" border="0" alt="DSC01951" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpcqgNHtxlI/AAAAAAAAByQ/ToSKQoi1N3s/DSC01951_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-597440291160305798?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-belts-are-really-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-4815577917086531922</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T21:49:11.755-04:00</atom:updated><title>Letting Go</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Everett started Kindergarten yesterday.&amp;#160; He has been looking forward to it for months.&amp;#160; “Is it fall yet?”&amp;#160; “When will it be fall?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More recently, the excitement built as we bought his lunch bag, tool box, and new shoes.&amp;#160; He wore his backpack for most of the three days preceding the start of school.&amp;#160; (We had to ask him to take it off at dinner.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here he is at the breakfast table on the first day of school.&amp;#160; This photo is not edited.&amp;#160; That is pure excitement shining in his eyes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXlrKmGamI/AAAAAAAABxk/QeOtNDiyaoM/s1600-h/DSC01958%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01958" border="0" alt="DSC01958" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXlrrhXliI/AAAAAAAABxo/_L0hpwdcb7s/DSC01958_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have shed tears on a few occasions at the thought of “losing” my little boy.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I know there will be many stages of letting go through the years.&amp;#160; This feels like the first big one.&amp;#160; He will be away from home for 7 of the 12 hours he is awake.&amp;#160; &lt;u&gt;I will miss him&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;#160; The time has flown by so fast, and sometimes looking back through our photos I just wonder what happened to the years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sometimes wish I could get the time back.&amp;#160; It seems an endless and above all &lt;em&gt;futile&lt;/em&gt; struggle trying to keep up with everything.&amp;#160; I continually have a mixed hope and fear—Have I given my children what they need?&amp;#160; The moments slip away so fast.&amp;#160; I wish the dishes and laundry would do themselves so I could spend more time hugging my kids.&amp;#160; But I digress…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking to the Bus Stop&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXlsKTkJYI/AAAAAAAABxs/78hfj-jmsQc/s1600-h/DSC01959%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01959" border="0" alt="DSC01959" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXlsrFtZJI/AAAAAAAABxw/omrajdrXkjI/DSC01959_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="637" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting for Everett&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXltuonvvI/AAAAAAAABx0/6kheEM6emwE/s1600-h/DSC01962%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01962" border="0" alt="DSC01962" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXluPApe5I/AAAAAAAABx4/ykdNiaG8X8k/DSC01962_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here he is!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXluonM19I/AAAAAAAABx8/-a5NTsqJ0yk/s1600-h/DSC01965%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01965" border="0" alt="DSC01965" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SpXlvIszjKI/AAAAAAAAByA/zklu5J3tNkI/DSC01965_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="675" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He had a good first couple of days, and we love his teacher so far.&amp;#160; He probably won’t be learning much in “the three R’s” for a while, being well-prepared at home, but he will be learning a lot about &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; I am really enjoying his enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I’m proud to say that I didn’t cry until I walked back home from the bus stop with the girls and felt his presence…missing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-4815577917086531922?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/08/letting-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-6024662551080799357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T00:08:15.991-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Steps</title><description>Well, I have a LOT of catching up to do, but for now I'm starting small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont have soda very often around here, but the girls came up with their own word to describe the feeling of drinking it.  It's "frizzabee".  I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-6024662551080799357?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-steps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-1459861828970964171</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T22:50:01.655-04:00</atom:updated><title>Divided</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I was planning on documenting our sweet girls' third birthday celebrations long ago, but I have gone silent.&amp;#160; I am silent because there is too much to write about.&amp;#160; (Therefore I may never catch up.)&amp;#160; I am silent because many of the things to write about are stressful.&amp;#160; And because I am spending my days between two homes, not really keeping up with all of the &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot; things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some months ago, we put Lana's name on a waiting list for inpatient therapy.&amp;#160; At the time, we didn't know if we'd actually go through with it, but the list was months long.&amp;#160; We wanted to have a spot just in case.&amp;#160; Last month her name came up.&amp;#160; After agonizing over the decision, we decided to put her in the program.&amp;#160; She went in on March 30th.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our family has been divided for 11 days, and it is one of the hardest things I have ever done.&amp;#160; We would love to have your prayers for Lana and the rest of us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will write more later.&amp;#160; For now, here's a happy thought.&amp;#160; My brother Jordan plays the ocarina, and has posted a few videos on YouTube.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He taught himself, and really does some &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; things with the ocarina (like harmony).&amp;#160; You can watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Z-v2bqWMhY&amp;amp;feature=channel" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-67ob4rTyMA&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-1459861828970964171?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/04/divided.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-7969354408332209080</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-28T20:37:13.810-04:00</atom:updated><title>Imagination</title><description>&lt;p&gt;One of my kids very favorite games right now is &amp;quot;doggies&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; Everett is the only one who is not a dog.&amp;#160; He is in charge, and the three &amp;quot;doggies&amp;quot; follow him around and do what he tells them to do.&amp;#160; I love watching the things they come up with.&amp;#160; Yesterday Everett even made them a little dog house.&amp;#160; It's nice to have an older sibling to be the leader sometimes.&amp;#160; (As long as he's leading the girls to do good things--or at least not BAD or destructive things.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-7969354408332209080?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-2501893627513479805</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T20:42:23.985-04:00</atom:updated><title>Some more things kids say</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As Lana's linguistic skills improve and develop, I have gotten some cute insights into how her little brain works.&amp;#160; Here are a couple from this week:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had another plumbing problem.&amp;#160; (Poor Cary is learning a lot about plumbing this year.)&amp;#160; He once again removed a toilet.&amp;#160; He had been working in the upstairs bathroom when I took the kids up to get ready for bed.&amp;#160; I tucked Maddie and Gwyn in, and Lana and I started downstairs for her last feeding.&amp;#160; Lana looked into the bathroom, saw the hole in the floor, and said &amp;quot;Dada all gone!&amp;#160; Dada all gone!&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I reassured her that Dada was downstairs, and all was well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today we were having a snack.&amp;#160; Lana was a little slow eating her cheese puffs, so Gwyn asked if she could eat them.&amp;#160; I asked Lana if she wanted to give them to her sisters.&amp;#160; She said something like &amp;quot;No--two Gwyns can't have them.&amp;quot;&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; I think that's pretty creative.&amp;#160; I wondered how she thought of her sisters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie and Gwyn can obviously easily tell each other apart.&amp;#160; Everett sometimes asks them who they are or &amp;quot;Which one is Maddie?&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I think that he sometimes knows which one is which (perhaps by where they are sitting), but really can't tell them apart yet either.&amp;#160; I can often tell who is who just by their personalities, but if they are wearing identical clothing, I sometimes can't tell just by looking at them unless I find the freckle on Gwyn's cheek!&amp;#160; (So now you all don't feel so bad, right?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-2501893627513479805?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-more-things-kids-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-1538501926358771943</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T22:55:04.601-04:00</atom:updated><title>Things kids say</title><description>Sometimes to help Lana eat, we pretend that the bite is an animal or vehicle of some sort.  Today at lunch, Gwyn decided that one of her bites was a shark.  She started in with the "Jaws Theme", but then decided that it was a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; shark and repeated the theme in a higher register.  I don't know if you've ever heard a baby shark before, but I sure wish I had a recording!  Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett was putting forks on the table for everyone at dinner one night.  He brought one over for me, and explained that it was the perfect fork for a "broken pancreas girl".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-1538501926358771943?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-kids-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-3873850819376111991</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T22:50:11.730-04:00</atom:updated><title>Little Bright Eyes is back</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lana is her happy, healthy self again.&amp;#160; In fact, I couldn't get her to stand still for a picture at all.&amp;#160; (I'm sure I did something wrong with the camera too, but you get the idea.)&amp;#160; It is wonderful to have her running around and giggling again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxZbgUXQI/AAAAAAAABvg/nHBncZ1j158/s1600-h/DSC01759%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="321" alt="DSC01759" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxaCCTSGI/AAAAAAAABvk/b7B7FaThbsI/DSC01759_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxapmvoSI/AAAAAAAABvo/wH79bv0B9BA/s1600-h/DSC01761%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="321" alt="DSC01761" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxbO-qONI/AAAAAAAABvw/xfvfpFfajl8/DSC01761_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxbwDEz6I/AAAAAAAABu4/op1zP8_9CqQ/s1600-h/DSC01764%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="210" alt="DSC01764" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbhxcn9kBxI/AAAAAAAABu8/u3LnE64Ko_Y/DSC01764_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbhxbwDEz6I/AAAAAAAABu4/op1zP8_9CqQ/s1600-h/DSC01764%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh36wz6kBI/AAAAAAAABvY/_jBzlHCg0Do/s1600-h/DSC01767%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="210" alt="DSC01767" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh37CF3QxI/AAAAAAAABvc/XRoraz9P7KY/DSC01767_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-3873850819376111991?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bright-eyes-is-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-6306176878087632391</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T23:48:24.408-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mistaken Identity?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Our neighbor Amy was at our house today when a friend called her on her cell phone.&amp;#160; She decided to let Maddie and Gwyn say hello, and told them to say their names.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SbiGBNaKfMI/AAAAAAAABwA/ZNRhqwpYTFA/s1600-h/DSC01707%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 75px 0px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC01707" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh1yHzNT4I/AAAAAAAABwE/IDXaXQ93wms/DSC01707_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="211" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maddie: &amp;quot;My name is Maddie.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh1yZ9r2mI/AAAAAAAABwI/8avhAF8sJHU/s1600-h/nutcracker%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh1yZ9r2mI/AAAAAAAABwI/8avhAF8sJHU/s1600-h/nutcracker%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 100px 0px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="nutcracker" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/Sbh1ygIFNdI/AAAAAAAABwQ/FcIufVSppyA/nutcracker_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwyn: &amp;quot;I'm the Nutcracker.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-6306176878087632391?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/mistaken-identity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-7735148379987446707</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T19:44:45.166-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sunshine and blessings</title><description>Lana is still weak, but perked up considerably this evening and ate some more real food (meaning real Lana food).  Her Dada and Grandpa were able to give her a priesthood blessing this afternoon.  I am so grateful to have the priesthood in my home, and in my childhood home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some sunshine today, and it was SO NICE to be able to go out and play in the back yard without coats.  Sunshine has a tremendous effect on how I feel.  That, combined with Lana's blessing, has me feeling much better this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-7735148379987446707?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-and-blessings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-421737766358501152</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T21:40:26.679-05:00</atom:updated><title>Indicative of our current state</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Lana is sick.&amp;#160; She had some kind of stomach bug, and pretty much didn't hold anything down yesterday.&amp;#160; So we took her to the ER at Children's.&amp;#160; Cary spent 8 hours there with her last night, most of which was waiting while administering tiny amounts of fluids.&amp;#160; When they were finally seen, the staff tried 4 times to put in an IV unsuccessfully and then sent them home with anti-nausea meds and some Pedialyte.&amp;#160; Yes, &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thankfully today Lana has held down at least 18 oz. of fluids, and managed to get off the couch and play for a few minutes.&amp;#160; I was a mess yesterday until Cary took her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This morning Cary and I were talking over the game plan for the day when we smelled something suspicious.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Cary was talking about the recommendations and cautions he had received the night before at the hospital and the need to follow up with the pediatrician today.&amp;#160; He said we needed to call the diaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think I will call the diaper from now on.&amp;#160; It is much more fun than calling the doctor!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would that be 1-800-STINKY?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-421737766358501152?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/03/indicative-of-our-current-state.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-4800216663266569948</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-27T21:57:46.194-05:00</atom:updated><title>The ears have it</title><description>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This photo was taken after church a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaioJ10vkDI/AAAAAAAABug/xzkjq-j7UdY/s1600-h/CHURCH%20MEETING%202009-02%2013%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="364" alt="CHURCH MEETING 2009-02 13" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaioKGCv1nI/AAAAAAAABuk/NoeYT_1SfaY/CHURCH%20MEETING%202009-02%2013_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The big 3rd birthday is approaching!&amp;#160; This year I decided to give each girl a &amp;quot;special day&amp;quot; before the party so they could each have a turn in the spotlight.&amp;#160; Lana and Gwyn have had theirs, and Maddie's is tomorrow.&amp;#160; I'll be posting lots of pictures soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-4800216663266569948?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/ears-have-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-7109506266197888485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 02:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T21:04:26.258-05:00</atom:updated><title>The load is getting heavier...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVnS7FDSI/AAAAAAAABtc/oPsvHpLDFgk/s1600-h/DSC08065%20Everett%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="279" alt="DSC08065 Everett" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVn9dLskI/AAAAAAAABtg/jPGCIxQj5cY/DSC08065%20Everett_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVoU88NNI/AAAAAAAABtk/44LuX6WuISg/s1600-h/DSC08499%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="279" alt="DSC08499" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVo8o7HLI/AAAAAAAABto/cGI0SC6FHvc/DSC08499_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVpC9xfII/AAAAAAAABts/lEfcckYN2so/s1600-h/DSC01678%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVpqBafpI/AAAAAAAABtw/pxjvg8d1LfE/s1600-h/DSC01680%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="508" alt="DSC01680" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVp3RB3wI/AAAAAAAABt0/6cQNj16TzEI/DSC01680_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="508" alt="DSC01678" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SaNVqDMnQoI/AAAAAAAABt4/cUSumRoxxrw/DSC01678_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-7109506266197888485?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/load-is-getting-heavier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-4099186929419284636</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T22:17:50.488-05:00</atom:updated><title>The first day of the rest of my life</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I found out that I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetes_mellitus_type_1" target="_blank"&gt;Type 1&lt;/a&gt; diabetic.&amp;#160; This was more sad news for me.&amp;#160; It means that the insulin-producing beta cells in my pancreas have been/are being destroyed, and that I will most likely be insulin-dependant for the rest of my life.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Type 1 is sometimes triggered by an autoimmune response to a virus.&amp;#160; There's no way to know for sure, but I suspect that it may have begun in May of 2008 when I had the Coxsackie virus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yesterday I also began insulin injections, and reality sunk in some more.&amp;#160; I guess one advantage to having triplets is that since my skin was so stretched, the shots don't hurt that much!&amp;#160; :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought I had a pretty good idea of how I had to eat, but it's been a bit of a rollercoaster today of highs and lows.&amp;#160; It's frustrating!&amp;#160; I'm sure I'll get it figured out soon enough.&amp;#160; I wrote before of how gestational diabetes was easier for me to deal with because of its temporary nature.&amp;#160; Really, I know that any health problem we deal with is temporary--chronic or not.&amp;#160; It's just hard to see with an eternal perspective sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;D&amp;amp;C 122:7 ... &amp;quot;all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-4099186929419284636?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-3249936930782021253</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T20:47:17.813-05:00</atom:updated><title>A little excitement</title><description>&lt;p&gt;***If you are squeamish about needles, you probably shouldn't read this.***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZtooownbRI/AAAAAAAABtQ/mUpD2otK1XM/s1600-h/blood%20draw%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="158" alt="blood draw" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZthzS03AAI/AAAAAAAABtU/rUgpKbKYcEA/blood%20draw_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past few weeks, I've had 9 blood draws.&amp;#160; Normally I do fine--I just don't look at the needle.&amp;#160; For my last glucose tolerance test, they put in an IV line so they wouldn't have to poke me four times that day.&amp;#160; Well, the nurse putting the IV in was in training, so the regular nurse was talking her through it.&amp;#160; She checked my&amp;#160; arm three times and was advised where and how to do it.&amp;#160; Her first try wasn't quite right, so they talked about it some more and moved the needle around for a couple minutes.&amp;#160; I was starting to feel pretty uncomfortable, but thought I was ok.&amp;#160; They decided it wasn't going to work and went to my other arm.&amp;#160; This time the regular nurse did it.&amp;#160; The IV was in, and taped up.&amp;#160; It was time for me to drink the nasty glucose solution, but by this time I was feeling a little nauseous.&amp;#160; I asked for a little bit of water, then it really hit me.&amp;#160; My blood pressure plummeted and I felt &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; I have never felt like that before, but I knew I just needed to put my head down for a while.&amp;#160; The nurse wouldn't leave me alone though.&amp;#160; Of course it is her job to make sure I'm ok.&amp;#160; She wanted me to go lay down but I knew that if I stood up or even talked much I would pass out. I was finally able to go lay down, but before I knew it there were about 10 people in the room--an ER nurse, a few doctors, and a few other nurses who gradually trickled in to see what the fuss was about.&amp;#160; I was hooked up to the pulse-ox, blood pressure cuff, and heart monitor.&amp;#160; At first my blood pressure didn't register on the cuff, but it soon started coming up--80, 90, then 100.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so embarrassed!&amp;#160; I kept apologizing, and with those ten sets of eyes on me I finally started crying.&amp;#160; I promised that I felt better, and could I please still take my glucose test??&amp;#160; I was thankful when I was left with 3 nurses and the nasty drink.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now that it's all over, I kind of wish I had a picture of myself.&amp;#160; They said I looked awful, and the trainee said she had never seen lips that color before.&amp;#160; I guess now I know what it's like to almost pass out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-3249936930782021253?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-excitement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-150562257284882044</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T22:51:39.200-05:00</atom:updated><title>Valentine's Day</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I decided to make Valentine's Day special for &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; this year.&amp;#160; The girls got to dress up in their pink dresses like pretty princesses, and Everett put on some Sunday pants to be a handsome prince.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0Q-k035I/AAAAAAAABsQ/jdbuoXRzY9E/s1600-h/DSC01671%20GLME%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="DSC01671 GLME" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0RLvYtjI/AAAAAAAABsU/s40-L_RMSo4/DSC01671%20GLME_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Gwyn, Lana, Maddie, Everett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;2 things I love about this photo: the little piggies, and how&lt;/font&gt; EV&lt;font size="3"&gt;ER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;ET&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;wrote his name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0RQ5EMrI/AAAAAAAABsY/pkK42F6TE6k/s1600-h/DSC01674%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 15px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="221" alt="DSC01674" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0R4gBhqI/AAAAAAAABsc/jDTUQhf3VAg/DSC01674_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Since I knew Cary would be taking me out for dinner, I figured I'd make a carby treat for the kids.&amp;#160; They had pink, heart-shaped pancakes for dinner.&amp;#160; This may be the last time they eat pancakes for a looong time--or at least pancakes made with refined flour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Cary did some research and made a reservation at Ruby Tuesday for dinner.&amp;#160; It was a great choice, and we had a wonderful time on our date.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Cary!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0SN6iuxI/AAAAAAAABsg/aPiqNQtS0YU/s1600-h/DSC01677%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="285" alt="DSC01677" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_J0fk7PfRIew/SZo0Sr0hl9I/AAAAAAAABsk/tlH3-gy-X1k/DSC01677_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="479" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-150562257284882044?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-20106403948075850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-16T22:07:05.427-05:00</atom:updated><title>Another Challenge</title><description>When I was expecting the girls, I developed gestational diabetes.  I hadn't had proper follow-up since then, so after recent events I decided I had better get myself checked out--just in case.  As it turns out, I am now diabetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked.  I thought I was in pretty good health.  I could definitely increase my activity level and make small changes to my diet, but I really didn't expect the diagnosis.  I have to say that it was a much easier pill to swallow when it was supposedly temporary.  But, as I have said before: I am one determined/stubborn woman.  I am learning all I can right now and making changes.  I have been reading about possible reversal of insulin resistance, and plan on doing all that I can to make it happen.  I realize that I may need to depend on insulin or other drugs for the rest of my life, but I will be doing my part to keep myself as healthy as possible.  Right now our fridge is very green, and I will definitely be expanding our garden this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I know, and will be able to take care of myself.  I have no idea how long I have been diabetic.  Maybe almost three years!  Hopefully my energy level will go up.  I've probably been working hard with low-energy for a long time without realizing just how much better I could feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won't be eating much in the way of dessert, but cheesecake is one of my favorites.  If anyone has a tried and true &lt;em&gt;low-carb&lt;/em&gt; recipe, please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-20106403948075850?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-challenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5755425724417039538.post-2679002677291925094</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T14:36:28.188-05:00</atom:updated><title>4 Wishes</title><description>Maddie wants to fly in an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwyn wants to ride on a horsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana wants a dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everett wants to be tiny and live in Jello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5755425724417039538-2679002677291925094?l=campbellsoupy.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://campbellsoupy.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-wishes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language></channel></rss>
