<?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-3486645182055723488</id><updated>2024-08-31T22:22:51.631-07:00</updated><category term="Zoloft"/><category term="mommy"/><category term="sarah hamer"/><title type='text'>Finding Myself before the Kids Find Me</title><subtitle type='html'>A mom discovers what being a stay-at-home really involves--and why the years are short, but the days are long.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-3909104754381996800</id><published>2011-06-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:09:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Did I ever tell you I have sweet kids-- don&#39;t get me wrong, they are not perfect- they can be ornery at times (sometimes it feels like 99% of the time) - but, deep down they are really good-hearted, sweet, loving children.&lt;br /&gt;
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We, unlike some parents, haven&#39;t made our children go to church and learn the 10 commandments- or the story of the Good Samaritan.&amp;nbsp; We have been known to say &quot;inappropriate&quot;&amp;nbsp; words in front of them, and we have allowed other people around them that have not been good for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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But- that is sometimes part of life- we live and learn together, as a family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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However, the one thing we have been really good at in this little family of ours is LOVE. We love each other all of the time, we take time to hug, we take time to snuggle, we go on &quot;dates,&quot; we create together, we play together, we learn together.&amp;nbsp; We love when the storms of life rage in, and we love when the sailing is smooth--&amp;nbsp; We love when we&#39;re tired, and we love when we&#39;re hurting- we love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Love is the most important thing in raising a family- and though, it&#39;s hard to show that love all of the time- when other aspects of your life are not &quot;perfect,&quot; -- it still is vital.&amp;nbsp; Seems easy enough right?&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t need a college education, or to sign your kids up for 100 activities and lessons.&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t need to send them to a private school for Harvard-bound children-&amp;nbsp; as long as you take the time to show your child that you love them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I would do anything for my kids- anything- I would change my whole world, to make it a better place for them.&amp;nbsp; I have.&amp;nbsp; I stopped pursuing a career to be with them, I&#39;ve taken people out of my life that I knew were not good for them.&amp;nbsp; And, I do not regret any of those things even the slightest bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because, when all is said and done- I won&#39;t say that I did it perfectly- but, I will say I gave it my all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3909104754381996800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3909104754381996800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3909104754381996800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3909104754381996800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2011/06/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-2289790503198517384</id><published>2011-05-28T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:57:26.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7-year-itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;So, Kyle and I are coming up on our 7 year anniversary-&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep, it&#39;s that time of the marriage when one of us gets the &quot;itch&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So--do you think it would be me or Kyle?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kyle has been working out a lot lately--sometimes even twice a day. &amp;nbsp;Me--not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
Kyle&#39;s lost over 70lbs and is starting to feel sexy again....me--not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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What have I been doing-- I have been trying to run a &quot;surprise&quot; business and manage two not-so-baby-babies and 3 pitbulls. (crazy, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I call it a &#39;surprise,&#39; business because I didn&#39;t expect to have my own business- never planned for it-- it just happened while doing something I loved. &amp;nbsp;Now it has turned into something that is ALL AROUND us--literally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kyle&#39;s always been the one with the drive to have his own business and has done well doing his own Marketing Consulting stuff. &amp;nbsp;And, thankfully with his business knowledge, he&#39;s helped me stumble through the dark worlds of creating and selling product.&lt;br /&gt;
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So...you see...I have no time to get &#39;&#39;itchy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But...guess what--it is me-- I have the 7-year-itch. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, really I have had the itch for a few years now--but, it seems to be getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have talked to my doctor about it, and she can&#39;t seem to help me--so she sent me to a specialist, who also couldn&#39;t figure out how to help me. &amp;nbsp;I am a lost cause, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel bad-- I really do... for Kyle and a little bit me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just can&#39;t help it--I just get so itchy.....&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s not ALL of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, the itch is definitely at it&#39;s itchiest when Kyle is near me for long periods of time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Like for instance, last night-- Kyle wanted to hug on me in the kitchen-- just hug on me, and show me some love.&lt;br /&gt;
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And it wasn&#39;t but 10 minutes later--that I noticed how &quot;itchy&quot; I was feeling-- my mind was definitely somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;
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So then, later that night- I tried to make it better- by trying to snuggle in bed with Kyle. &amp;nbsp;It was nice and cozy for a little bit, when I couldn&#39;t even concentrate any more-- I was so &quot;ITCHY&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to get up and move-- because I couldn&#39;t stop thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I mean my skin was red and hives were starting to form. :( &lt;br /&gt;
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Literally, Kyle&#39;s skin touching mine even the slightest bit (especially when he&#39;s been working out a lot) makes me itch uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is no age-old &quot;7-yr-itch&quot; in our marriage--just on my skin. :0)&lt;br /&gt;
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I am happy to report, that we are still happily married and I love him more than when we got married. &amp;nbsp;In 7 years we have learned a lot of things about one another and have been faced with lots of ups and downs like most marriages. &amp;nbsp;But, we&#39;ve learned to lean on each other- we&#39;ve learned when to push and when to back off-- we&#39;ve learned each others&#39; strengths and weaknesses. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ve learned how to work together to create our own little family- even if that means adopting 3 pitbulls. &lt;br /&gt;
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The biggest thing we&#39;ve learned is-- marriage is work- but it&#39;s worth every ounce of work you put into it. &amp;nbsp;Sure, we still fight- we are real. &amp;nbsp;But, we are passionate about being together- and for that reason there is no kind of itch that can tear us apart.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/2289790503198517384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/2289790503198517384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2289790503198517384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2289790503198517384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-year-itch.html' title='7-year-itch'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-6081012163404192968</id><published>2010-11-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:29:40.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s been a long time</title><content type='html'>So, it&#39;s been a long while-- since I have updated this lil blog!! &lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t think I haven&#39;t been busy though-- life has gotten pretty crazy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Alexis started Kindergarten, lost her first tooth and played her first season of soccer!&lt;br /&gt;
Jaxen has gone from Buzz Lightyear to Bumblebee and now to Superman.&amp;nbsp; He is everchanging-- and it is hard for me to keep up with him!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kyle has gone back to his former company, and will continue his company on the side-- he didn&#39;t want to at first, but they gave him an offer he couldn&#39;t refuse.&amp;nbsp; We are glad to be back under company insurance ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t believe we are 1/3 of the way thru Alexis&#39; first year of school and winter is almost here.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get me wrong, I am excited--but it amazes me how fast time flies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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She is doing great in school, loves it--and wants to go every single day.&amp;nbsp; She has gotten a yellow light once, the whole year-for kicking a boy who took her spot.&amp;nbsp; I had to laugh, b/c he probably deserved it- (no, I didn&#39;t laugh in front of her, and I did give her a good talking to-- but, still)&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, she lost her tooth just days before her first official school pictures--on a Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, her school pictures turned out beautifully!!&amp;nbsp; The tooth had been wiggly for days and days--and she was doing her best to eat as many apples as she could to get it out of there.&amp;nbsp; Finally, it just came out--no tears or anything.&amp;nbsp; The tooth fairy left her a card and $2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The next day at school- she was told by a kid that there was no tooth fairy, and a tooth fairy wouldn&#39;t leave her a card!&amp;nbsp; (I am guessing this is the kid she kicked ;) )&lt;br /&gt;
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Since, then she decided it was a good idea to cut all of her hair off--and go for a short Kit Kittredge haircut.&amp;nbsp; She loves it--and I love it--since there are no more tears at brushing it. &lt;br /&gt;
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For more school news-- Alexis took a throat drop to school w/ her--the non-mentholated- halls breezers ones.&amp;nbsp; More like candy than medicine.&amp;nbsp; She thought it would be nice to share--so she did.&amp;nbsp; I got a call from the school nurse later on, saying any kind of throat drop, even if there&amp;nbsp; is no medicine in it-is not allowed in the school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oops-- who&#39;d have thought my kid would be the Kindergarten drug dealer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jaxen and I are enjoying our time together--and are trying to get out while the weather is still nice.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ve gone to the zoo, met daddy for lunch--and run errands. I am pretty sure the post office knows him by name!&lt;br /&gt;
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He is also helping me take care of the new puppy, Felicity.&amp;nbsp; We thought Riley needed a furry friend--and Jaxen loves having 2 puppies to play with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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OF course, ever since October both kids have begun picking things out of catalogs and commercials to add to their Christmas list.&amp;nbsp; But, this year I thought it would be a good idea to have them narrow their list down to 3 things.&amp;nbsp; We shall see how this goes! &lt;br /&gt;
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Me?&amp;nbsp; I am staying super busy&amp;nbsp;with the Scrapbooking Blog and the Pink by Design Stamps.&amp;nbsp; I now have 16 stamp sets out--and that are being sold at my online store and at a few brick and mortar stores and OhMyCrafts.com&amp;nbsp; Our dining room is slowly becoming my crafting area-- since we are going to be doing some remodeling downstairs after the water we got in the basement this summer!&lt;br /&gt;
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Phew-- I know I missed a lot of fun stories---but, I just wanted to give you a quick &quot;catch-up&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/6081012163404192968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/6081012163404192968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/6081012163404192968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/6081012163404192968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&#39;s been a long time'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n4Gy6lJ6gFW82fDrlH2_nqmSHk7wKl-VMbkRSrdiuXLVTuo_Bjec7zszTOWVIkd0c6oLyWeMIuVqE5LkR-u7lYXdXrRuWstvzY1qzVVaXH2ZZAAkLwfxK-tDwMOYuhqmYoNVzia6uMU/s72-c/halloween.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-3420691533232830224</id><published>2010-06-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:05:17.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Hole of Technology</title><content type='html'>So, in this day and age we can stay connected to our friends and family and a simple click of our phone. &amp;nbsp;We can call, text, twitter or facebook them. &amp;nbsp;We can write on their virtual wall, to tell them we are thinking of them, when we don&#39;t have the time to call or see them in person. &lt;br /&gt;
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Although, this convenience is nice- it comes at a cost. &amp;nbsp;The cost varies on how much you rely on &quot;virtual&quot; interactions versus &quot;in-person&quot; interactions. &amp;nbsp;I personally love the idea of being able to text a friend during nap time when I am trying to be quiet- or facebooking someone who sleeps different hours that I do... but, when those virtual interactions take over the real interactions you could be having with those around you--it stops being a good thing, and becomes a&amp;nbsp;hindrance. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am guilty of overloading on virtual connections, as much as the next girl. &amp;nbsp;I have gotten caught up in Family Feud :), and I have even started this blog to give some insight to our family life. &amp;nbsp;I love having facebook and email access on my phone- and at times, only connect via phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, this is exactly what became a big, &quot;whoopsie,&quot; for me.... I was laying the kids down for a nap, and thought I would catch up on some reading. &amp;nbsp;I got distracted, and checked my fb via phone. &amp;nbsp;I remembered that &amp;nbsp;a friend I went to elementary school, was being induced to have a baby today....so, I thought I would quickly write something on her wall. &amp;nbsp;(all via my fb page on my phone)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, my phone has the handy dandy little feature, that fills in words for you after a couple letters...It used to be called t9 on older phones--not sure what the name of the feature is now...maybe, auto-predict or something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I wanted to type: &quot;Thinking about you, wondering if baby girl is here yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
However--as I read what I wrote, posted on her wall-- I quickly realized my phone filled in the wrong word...and it said...on her wall...for everyone to read...&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Thinking about you, wondering if baby Hitler is here yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep. &amp;nbsp;I called her baby, Hitler in front of the entire FB world. &amp;nbsp;Well, the phone is nice for some facebook features, and not others. &amp;nbsp;One that does not work via phone, is DELETE. &amp;nbsp;Oh, no. &amp;nbsp;I raced to my nearest computer--and pulled up facebook...to delete and rewrite this message correctly. &amp;nbsp;I literally, ran down the stairs, to eliminate this awful message. &amp;nbsp;I also sent her a message letting her know, what happened, in case she got notifications in her email account....whew.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thoughtful remark, turned into a horrible thing...in a matter of seconds....because of technology, and our &quot;need&quot; for it. &amp;nbsp;Too often, we forget that in having this vast amount of technology, that we are also giving up little pieces of ourselves. &amp;nbsp;Our time, our attention, our privacy, our sanity...&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t get me wrong, I am not one to point fingers with this double-sided sword we created, or call anyone out on this black hole we have jumped into....but, since it is the internet...and the kids are all asleep--I will get on my soapbox.... and.... laugh at myself.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3420691533232830224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3420691533232830224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3420691533232830224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3420691533232830224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-hole-of-technology.html' title='The Black Hole of Technology'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-7269441590817172511</id><published>2010-06-04T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:29:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So, as of today, 2 things are official. &amp;nbsp;I know, you are excited aren&#39;t you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The first thing is: My kids are to the age, where they are going to fight with one another. &amp;nbsp;Gone are the days of peaceful playing, and sweet gestures. &amp;nbsp;Oh, I still get those sometimes, but they are interlaced with screams and pinches :). &amp;nbsp;So, as I learn to gauge when I should step in, and when I should let them work it out--I realized the other officialdom. &amp;nbsp;(Didn&#39;t think that was a word, did you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The 2nd is, that I am becoming my parents. &amp;nbsp;Today, as I stepped in one of those &quot;bickering,&quot; moments-- I felt at my wit&#39;s end. &amp;nbsp;They had been at each other for 2 days straight, and I was going crazy (to put it mildly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So, I did what anyone would do, in my situation...I told them I was tired of them fighting, and that they had to hug until, they wanted to be nice to each other. &amp;nbsp;Hmmmm..wherever did I get that from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Oh, yes...I remember many a time, that I had to hug a sibling after fighting with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Was it a just punishment? &amp;nbsp;It didn&#39;t kill us, though we were secretly pinching and hugging each other as tight as possible....out of love of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Does it work? &amp;nbsp;Probably not--(Sorry, mom and dad)...I think it just frustrates the kids more, because they do not want to hug each other. You can&#39;t force someone to &quot;like&quot; each other. &amp;nbsp;Because afterall, that is what it is about. &amp;nbsp;We kids, and my kids love each other--they just have to learn to get along. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes that takes a year or two--sometimes, 25 or 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I made the kids hug today, simply because I just didn&#39;t know what else to do. I wanted them to get along, and I felt as if I had tried everything else. &amp;nbsp;I was going to &quot;make&quot; them get along, whether they liked it or not ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So, as I stood there telling them to hug, my 3 year old son, looked at me as if I was crazy. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I was. &amp;nbsp;He didn&#39;t understand the punishment, and his sister was all too willing to hug him....which made him even more wary. &amp;nbsp;He didn&#39;t even try to get close enough for her to wrap her arms around him. &amp;nbsp;Instead, he asked for a spanking. &amp;nbsp;I had to laugh, and I didn&#39;t spank him. &amp;nbsp;He must have thought, that since I was so serious, this must be the worst punishment in the whole entire world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;So, we had a discussion- and I hope that they understood this very important lesson: &amp;nbsp;When they fight, momma isn&#39;t happy, and when momma isn&#39;t happy--ain&#39;t nobody happy. &amp;nbsp;Or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;All things aside, I think I have it pretty good--Look, how sweet they are together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/7269441590817172511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/7269441590817172511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7269441590817172511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7269441590817172511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-official.html' title='It&#39;s Official'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UWuhkLMS00k/TAnR3zVzweI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6UXAqk4AYqE/s72-c/SDC10348.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-4919496853174309151</id><published>2010-05-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:10:55.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/AVvXsEjK-26qA0feo1-EESzPcXFlWNgNkwlwFyOlCD_lF8sdk64zjEZ8O9nUy7W3W3fhr202KLIDhCN7IlYwFv32doQc0kDw288VnMGWXkeao_gdeHTAoyaZFGaGrSS_CKRTVF6PX3FXruaNCr8/s1600/SDC10235.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; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-26qA0feo1-EESzPcXFlWNgNkwlwFyOlCD_lF8sdk64zjEZ8O9nUy7W3W3fhr202KLIDhCN7IlYwFv32doQc0kDw288VnMGWXkeao_gdeHTAoyaZFGaGrSS_CKRTVF6PX3FXruaNCr8/s320/SDC10235.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been having so much fun with my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pinkcricut.com/&quot;&gt;Pink Cricu&lt;/a&gt;t website, I haven&#39;t written anything in awhile on here. &amp;nbsp;That is not to stay the kids and I haven&#39;t busy, busy, busy--and enjoying our Spring. &amp;nbsp;I just have to prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a mother, I have learned that other mother&#39;s priorities are not the same as mine. &amp;nbsp;That does not make them wrong, or me right--it just makes us different mothers. &amp;nbsp;And, I am of the theory, that if we are trying to be a good mom--then we are good moms. &amp;nbsp;Children (for the most part) are given to their perfect parent...,.not a PERFECT parent--but the perfect parent for them. &amp;nbsp;All kids are different, and all kids need different styles of parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I struggle with this idea a lot...almost daily. &amp;nbsp;I struggle with trying to be the PERFECT mom- and I worry that I fall short all of the time in my role as a mother. If I read 2 books a day to my kids, I would wish that I had read 3. &amp;nbsp;If I took them to the park once a week, I would wish for 3x a week....and so, on. &amp;nbsp;I am never perfect, in my own eyes. &amp;nbsp;So, I have to remind myself over and over again--that I am perfect for my kids. &amp;nbsp;They are healthy, smart, loved, well-behaved...and perfect for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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They challenge me, they are patient with me, they love me unconditionally. &lt;br /&gt;
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The same goes with other parents we may run into, in our busy lives...we may think they should be at every school function- when they are not. &amp;nbsp;We might think they don&#39;t spend enough time with their kids. &amp;nbsp;But, we don&#39;t know their story, we don&#39;t know their struggles or what goes on behind closed doors. &amp;nbsp;They may be doing their best--and that is EXACTLY what their kids need. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, I will try to love on my kids a little more everyday- I know that I won&#39;t stop worrying about falling short-- But, I will do the best I can, and hope the same for every child out there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/4919496853174309151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/4919496853174309151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/4919496853174309151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/4919496853174309151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-been-having-so-much-fun-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK-26qA0feo1-EESzPcXFlWNgNkwlwFyOlCD_lF8sdk64zjEZ8O9nUy7W3W3fhr202KLIDhCN7IlYwFv32doQc0kDw288VnMGWXkeao_gdeHTAoyaZFGaGrSS_CKRTVF6PX3FXruaNCr8/s72-c/SDC10235.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-9045046154399727691</id><published>2010-05-16T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:22:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin&#39; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c8V4QS6fyFX_UZ_QeT-R5m_OmwWLBTfsL84XK2UPsFr8-Jcp9242jZ9d4d4aHJeCnoN1fpa8w1744K7baE20AV95qr3slrmDwT_x7AduOHkxwA0Xffgyo3DpdGwB-sbERwJkd5XB2oE/s1600/SDC10215.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c8V4QS6fyFX_UZ_QeT-R5m_OmwWLBTfsL84XK2UPsFr8-Jcp9242jZ9d4d4aHJeCnoN1fpa8w1744K7baE20AV95qr3slrmDwT_x7AduOHkxwA0Xffgyo3DpdGwB-sbERwJkd5XB2oE/s320/SDC10215.JPG&quot; wt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are--at a very FUN stage in our kids lives.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed them at babies, and sometimes long for those days back, when their coos and smiles were new...but we are SO ready for this stage.&amp;nbsp; We took the kids to the Farmer&#39;s Market yesterday- where theyenjoyed themselves almost as much as we did.&amp;nbsp; Then we played a little catch in the yard--and then we took them fishing!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0EIVEnzyiGD0ausGW3Mjwf16xlVrBbFVgoTNjhJTVIntslgSby4abtfo-NrGz4VelHkEcR5QvvxlzJ8ZohDQc0Xd09QlUaH6lQXPNQEMaPZK9QAq71DYkeT9nDta57syBwPfu5e40cc/s1600/SDC10199.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-0EIVEnzyiGD0ausGW3Mjwf16xlVrBbFVgoTNjhJTVIntslgSby4abtfo-NrGz4VelHkEcR5QvvxlzJ8ZohDQc0Xd09QlUaH6lQXPNQEMaPZK9QAq71DYkeT9nDta57syBwPfu5e40cc/s320/SDC10199.JPG&quot; wt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it&#39;s crazy- Fishing wouldn&#39;t be my first choice of things to do.&amp;nbsp; But, when it comes out our kids, I want them to try everything-- to have a taste of everything- to experience life at it&#39;s fullest.&amp;nbsp; So, I took my PINK fishing pole (that my sweet husband bought for me), and NEVER fished with it.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;I was too busy working wtih the kids and their Transformer and Tinker Bell poles.&amp;nbsp; Sure they got bored, after awhile--and started to play with our dog.&amp;nbsp; Sure, Jaxen wouldn&#39;t touch the worm....And, they were never quiet enough to really be &quot;real&quot; fishermen--but, I enjoyed every moment of this experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I told Alexis at one point--that we were trying to catch our lunch--and in the olden days that is what we would have had to do to eat.&amp;nbsp; She was a little nervous--til I reminded her that I packed us a picnic.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;We took a break and cooked hot dogs and brats at the park- where the kids found several little caterpillars.&amp;nbsp; Again, I was in awe as they watched this little guy inch around the table.&amp;nbsp; They were amazed by his movements and his legs.&amp;nbsp; I love watching them discover the world.&amp;nbsp; I love being a part of their discovery.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
These are amazing days for all of us!&amp;nbsp; We are enjoying each and every single one!&amp;nbsp; I wake up in the morning--and I think how wonderful our lives are.&amp;nbsp; I think of how sweet, and fun our family is....and I am happy all over.&amp;nbsp; I might not catch up on laundry....ever.&amp;nbsp; I might not ever have clean floors.&amp;nbsp; I might not ever be fully rested.&amp;nbsp; But, who cares about that, when there is a world to discover with our babies.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;
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&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/AVvXsEhYN52NUaRV1FO34aySX49u_fwVxcud1lymK0gSF0XAxES1ug44bQEhBybYX_UpQNBRpZZRb4VrNSDroHimtaItS99zBHFWw82wTkss_uYG_Nhef8U5h1hMJT3Ro-meNwhBtA0j7z8RZ4k/s1600/SDC10219.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYN52NUaRV1FO34aySX49u_fwVxcud1lymK0gSF0XAxES1ug44bQEhBybYX_UpQNBRpZZRb4VrNSDroHimtaItS99zBHFWw82wTkss_uYG_Nhef8U5h1hMJT3Ro-meNwhBtA0j7z8RZ4k/s320/SDC10219.JPG&quot; wt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS.&amp;nbsp; My husband is the one who gives me the strength to be the mom I want to be.&amp;nbsp; Not only does he work hard so I can be home, he buys me pink fishing poles so I feel special along with the kids, he puts the worm on the hook so my kids won&#39;t see that it disgusts me, he lets me sleep in on the weekends and always has a latte waiting for me, he comes downstairs to help with the dishes after he has gone to bed.&amp;nbsp; He shows me he loves me and that I am important and makes me feel like the love of his life--all while being a great dad.&amp;nbsp; I am a lucky, lucky girl.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/9045046154399727691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/9045046154399727691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/9045046154399727691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/9045046154399727691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovin-life.html' title='Lovin&#39; Life'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c8V4QS6fyFX_UZ_QeT-R5m_OmwWLBTfsL84XK2UPsFr8-Jcp9242jZ9d4d4aHJeCnoN1fpa8w1744K7baE20AV95qr3slrmDwT_x7AduOHkxwA0Xffgyo3DpdGwB-sbERwJkd5XB2oE/s72-c/SDC10215.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-1609138372674068671</id><published>2010-05-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:09:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;So, I turned the big 3-0, last week. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s crazy to say it and even crazier to type it. &amp;nbsp;But, I feel good about it- about where we are in life. &amp;nbsp;We have had our babies, and we have &quot;settled&quot; so to speak. &amp;nbsp;We are content. &amp;nbsp;Sure, we still have goals we are aiming for, and things we want to do- but we are happy where we are, on the way to where we are going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I think that is a great thing to be able to say at 30. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I look at it this way, we&#39;ve had our babies--we got thru the crying and the sleepless nights. &amp;nbsp;We got thru the teething and the diapers. &amp;nbsp;We got thru the &quot;tough&quot; stuff. &amp;nbsp;We can now sit back and enjoy ourselves a little, before life goes crazy again. &amp;nbsp;Because, that is how it works. &amp;nbsp;Life is a series of ups and downs, and smooths and rough spots. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Before long, Alexis will be starting school- and then Jaxen. &amp;nbsp;Our lives will suddenly be filled with extracurricular activities, pta meetings, and such. &amp;nbsp;We will be at sports games on the weekends-and trying to fit in family trips when there is time. &amp;nbsp;We are at the &quot;FUN&quot; part...and I am so excited to be here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Sure, there will still be struggles and disappointments. &amp;nbsp;But, we handle them like everything else- we will pull together, lean on one another and hold on tight for the ride. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I will get wrinkles, and Kyle will get a gray hair or two. ( I won&#39;t-because I will insist on getting my hair colored so often, that I won&#39;t notice ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;We are starting to realize now, that we are full-blown parents. &amp;nbsp;We are at the stage, where we remember our parents being- when we were small, but old enough to remember some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;So, this decade I look forward to the many memories we will create as a family. &amp;nbsp;I say, bring on the roller coaster ride--because I am ready! &amp;nbsp;We were made strong by the first years of struggling, and we can take anything! (almost anything--except for moving too far away from a Starbucks)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I am looking forward to this decade most of all, because I know that in my next decade both of my kids will be teenagers--and that is just scary-- So, please let this decade last forever! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;News Flash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;If you have no children it&#39;s like being on the Bench at a Football you can yell and scream all you want to at the players but know this....YOUR NOT IN THE GAME. Sit down and SHUT UP!&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh what&#39;s that? Your learning by what I&#39;m doing wrong on how to raise your children when you have them.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;STOP IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m busting a gut laughing over here. You are in for the ride of your life when you finally decide to bring your likeness into the world.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: purple; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;KNOW THIS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;When you want that parenting advice from me or others who have been there and you make comments like &quot;You don&#39;t know how to be a parent because you shouldn&#39;t let your child mix Playdoh, because it will turn grey and no one wants to play with Grey Playdoh.&quot;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh and &quot;Because you let your child up early from &quot;Time Out&quot;. When you say 5 minutes and let them out in 4 that&#39;s bad parenting.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;That for every Birthday and Christmas present I give your children they will receive 8 jars of Playdoh and I&#39;m going to mix it before I wrap it! Because that&#39;s what bad Parents DO!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Okay, I had to repost this, because I like so many other parents get so tired of people who think they know how to raise/discipline/rear/train/teach (whatever they are calling it) children--and have NONE. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t care if you&#39;ve worked in a daycare for 20 years, I don&#39;t care if you&#39;ve actually graduated from school and became a teacher--IT IS NOT THE SAME!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, yes--Amanda, when you read this--I know you are in Germany thinking of me :).&amp;nbsp; Now, you can see that I am thinking of you~&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Isn&#39;t the internet a great way of keeping up-to-date!?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading, from wherever you are!! &lt;br /&gt;
Sarah</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3227575585218173163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3227575585218173163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3227575585218173163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3227575585218173163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-what-i-love-about-doing-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-3140826642684230395</id><published>2010-04-24T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:56:20.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We&#39;re back Home</title><content type='html'>I am back home, in Des Moines now...with one less car, but more clothes and shoes than we left with, thanks to Grandma &amp;nbsp;:).&lt;br /&gt;
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Jaxen&#39;s bag did not make it out of the burning car--so, we had to do some shopping on Friday, and of course we can&#39;t just shop for Jaxen :). &lt;br /&gt;
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Grandma played with the kids while I searched for cars online for parts of the day, and then we went to a tasty Fish fry on Friday night. &amp;nbsp;The kids LOVED the fish--and I have never seen them eat so much! &amp;nbsp;I think they both must be going thru a big growth spurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just wanted to thank all of you who checked on us during this crazy little incident. &amp;nbsp;I am always amazed at the kindness and love from our family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Some neighbors came to check on us, after we got back today-- and Aunt Bekah stayed to hang out for a little while, which was nice for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kyle and I will continue searching for a car--I don&#39;t want to rush into something, just for the sake of getting something. &amp;nbsp;But, hopefully we will find something that is &quot;right&quot; for us, sooner than later, since we had a trip to Minneapolis planned for this coming weekend. &lt;br /&gt;
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I rest easy (okay, with hesitation because I like to be in control) in knowing that everything happens in God&#39;s perfect timing. Afterall, it was in his timing that the car started acting up enough for me to pull over- it was in his timing that I was able to get the kids out of the car, it was in his perfect timing that the stranger from Texas stopped to help me, it was in his perfect timing that my mom was available and ready to come to rescue us from the interstate--and it will be in his timing that we find a car.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3140826642684230395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3140826642684230395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3140826642684230395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3140826642684230395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-back-home.html' title='We&#39;re back Home'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-2749974320668280643</id><published>2010-04-22T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:05:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, honey...the car caught on fire...</title><content type='html'>Driving to see my parents today- the car started to act really weird.&amp;nbsp; I surprisingly kept my cool--and turned on the hazards, while it slowed....I thought, maybe it was running out of gas,&amp;nbsp;which seemed weird since&amp;nbsp;it hadn&#39;t beeped at me, and it was at 1/4 of a tank last I looked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And then , it revved and tried to speed itself up...I remember the gas pedal pushing itself all the way to the floor, on it&#39;s own...which made me think maybe the Cruise Control was going crazy.&amp;nbsp; I looked for the nearest exit- 1 mile.&amp;nbsp; There was no way I was going to make it so I pulled to the side of the highway.&amp;nbsp; We are talking BUSY, busy, BUSY highway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I saw smoke coming from the hood--and then waited for a quick break in 70mph traffic to sneak out of my car and lift the hood.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what I was going to do with it lifted--but I thought I&#39;d better take a look.&amp;nbsp; So, after figuring out how to actually lift the hood--I looked and saw nothing, really -just some smoke.&amp;nbsp; So, I thought--overheated. &lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the passengers side door, to lean in and check on the kids and have a seat--when I saw smoke rolling into the cabin from the low dash area.&amp;nbsp; This was not good.&amp;nbsp; I quickly, got out, and opened the kids door nearest the field -- and got them unbuckled and out of the car.&amp;nbsp; I stood them far away.&amp;nbsp; I walked towards the car- seeing a small flame underneath the car on the asphalt.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed what I saw in the passengers seat (my overnight bag, Alexis&#39; overnight bag, my purse, pictures we brought for grandma and pretzels.)&amp;nbsp; I wasn&#39;t thinking about what I was grabbing--I was just grabbing what I saw-- and quickly.&amp;nbsp; If I had been thinking, I wouldve grabbed chargers, gps, tvs and Jaxen&#39;s bags.&amp;nbsp; But, instead the pretzels were there and I took them ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t remember shutting the doors to the car--but apparently I did.&amp;nbsp; At this point, I am not sure what would have been better , opened or shut.&amp;nbsp; I walked the kids as far away as we could in brush.&amp;nbsp; I thought, if the car went into flames, the hay wouldn&#39;t be far behind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t hesitate even for a second as I called 911, to tell them that my car was about to go up in flames.&amp;nbsp; Instead my trusty mobile phone decided to ask me 3 times, if I was sure I wanted to enter into emergency mode...yes, yes, yes.&amp;nbsp; I talked to the dispatcher, and shockingly could tell her my exact location.&amp;nbsp; (I never pay attention to these things) - She already knew I had 2 kids w/ me, so another passeryby must have called it in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hung up with them, in time to see a truck pull over with a man and a wife about my parents age.&amp;nbsp; They were the sweetest souls in the world, helping in any possible way.&amp;nbsp; They told us about their grandkids and he collected all the photos that were now flying around the field for grandma.&amp;nbsp; When the police officers got there, the man filled them in, and helped me to carry the kids thru the brush to get to the officer&#39;s vehicles.&amp;nbsp; The woman carried our bags- I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am for those travellers to have stopped on their route from TX to Illinois.&amp;nbsp; I may have gotten a wild hair to open up the car, and get Jaxen&#39;s bag which he was asking about...the man had warned me that if I opened the doors w/ that much heat and smoke inside--it would blow up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, I wouldn&#39;t have known that--I may have thought the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;
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The firefighters came w/ 3 trucks and took care of the car-investigating the cause.&amp;nbsp; Electric.&amp;nbsp; They called the towing company for me, and then the officers waited for my mom to come and pick us up.&amp;nbsp; While I took pictures of the car and thanked the men who helped me-- Alexis and Jaxen got a little hands-on lesson with the police officers and their paperwork.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I look back and wonder how I worked so quickly, and w/o any hesitation to get us to safety-- and how I kept my cool thru all of the chaos- and I don&#39;t see the Sarah I expected to see.&amp;nbsp; You see, I am the girl who frantically freaks out at a car issue.&amp;nbsp; Stuck in the middle of an intersection--oh my gosh....I thought I would be that same girl, because:&lt;br /&gt;
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No one told me what to look for in a car that is going to blow up.&lt;br /&gt;
No one told me how to handle two curious children on a busy highway, while trying to stay far away from the car.&lt;br /&gt;
No one told me their son might want his Buzz Lightyear bag, after I have forgotten it-and the fire has begun. &lt;br /&gt;
No one told me that it can get so hot in the car from just smoke that it can start to melt things. &lt;br /&gt;
No one told me not to fill up with gasoline that morning--but by not doing so--weakened the fire- because of lack of accelerant. ( Thank you gas station by my house, that was too busy for me to bother stopping in)&lt;br /&gt;
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But, also:&lt;br /&gt;
No one told me I was going to be strong enough, when it mattered. &lt;br /&gt;
No one told me I was going to be calm and peaceful thru the storm.&lt;br /&gt;
No one told me I would have someone holding my hand thru&amp;nbsp; this obstacle, as I held on tightly to the 2 things that mattered the most to me in this world.&amp;nbsp; (Thank you sweet angels, from Texas for stopping on your trip cross country to stand with a scared girl and her 2 babies, because you saw your own daughter and grandkids standing there)&lt;br /&gt;
No one told me even Starbucks and new heels would take the trauma of the event away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I appreciate every single person who worked hard on keeping me and my children safe today- I cannot thank you enough!&amp;nbsp; For those of you who said a prayer of concern or gratitude--thank you.&amp;nbsp; For all of you-- may you never have to pull out your children from a car that is going up in flames--and if you do, may you be led by whatever led me today, making my actions possible in the midst of chaos. &lt;br /&gt;
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Life goes down to many twists and turns-- just yesterday I was giggling under a pink umbrella, walking down the street- today,&amp;nbsp;it could have been much worse-but, I&amp;nbsp;got lucky and&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; was a hero to my children.&amp;nbsp; ( I use that word with great hesitation, because I don&#39;t like to call myself that...but I cannot think of another word) and whatever/whomever gave me that strength -- THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;
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ps. if part of this doesn&#39;t make sense-- I apologize- I took ambien before writing it....in the hopes for a peaceful night of sleep.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/2749974320668280643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/2749974320668280643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2749974320668280643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2749974320668280643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-honeythe-car-caught-on-fire.html' title='So, honey...the car caught on fire...'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-7333395863828806786</id><published>2010-04-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:30:29.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escape Artist</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my father-in-law came to fence in our backyard.&amp;nbsp; Some neighbors pitched in, but it was still a very long weekend for all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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There are 2 double gates, with one door locking in place at the bottom and a top latch on both pieces up top.&amp;nbsp; Today, as I let my kids play in the backyard--I realizd that Jaxen figured out how to get out of the gate-- It took him all of 3 minutes-- wow.&amp;nbsp; He never ceases to amaze me!&lt;br /&gt;
I called his dad, and told him we should re-work the gate mechanism, so that our little escape artist would stay in--as well as mentioning that we should sign him up for safe-cracking classes.&amp;nbsp; I am sure the FBI could use someone with his skills--even if he is only 3!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the adventure continues tomorrow, with the boy who keeps me on my toes every&amp;nbsp; minute of the day--yet, pulls on every single heartstring within me.&amp;nbsp; I love that boy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/7333395863828806786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/7333395863828806786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7333395863828806786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7333395863828806786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/escape-artist.html' title='The Escape Artist'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-2558682286866226198</id><published>2010-04-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:45:03.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&amp;nbsp; Just wanted to let you know--that my&amp;nbsp;crafting blog- has it&#39;s own domain name now...and I have started uploading how-to videos and such on there.&amp;nbsp; There are some exciting things in the future-with it...SO, I wanted to be sure you all went over there and followed, so you wouldn&#39;t miss anything!!&lt;br /&gt;
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It is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pinkcricut.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.pinkcricut.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for being so supportive!!&lt;br /&gt;
Sarah</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/2558682286866226198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/2558682286866226198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2558682286866226198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/2558682286866226198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-everyone-just-wanted-to-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-3155867406578543058</id><published>2010-04-09T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:04:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;288&quot; width=&quot;352&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/379779306237&quot; /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/v/379779306237&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;352&quot; height=&quot;288&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3155867406578543058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3155867406578543058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3155867406578543058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3155867406578543058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-4579075210599883621</id><published>2010-03-30T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:05:16.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Readiness</title><content type='html'>Wow- my baby girl is starting Kindergarten this year! It is hard to believe, that this time has already come. In the years of her life, I thought I had prepared it for this day. The next paragraph--may sound like bragging, so if you would like to skip it over it, you may.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alexis has known how to spell and write her name since she was 2. &lt;br /&gt;
She has been able to count to 20 since she was 2. &lt;br /&gt;
She knows how to do simple addition and subtraction using more than one method. (counting fingers, counters, drawing dots, starting to count up). &lt;br /&gt;
She can identify every letter and tell you the sound they make with 90% accuracy (some letters make more than one sound, and some sounds are made by more than 1 letter). &lt;br /&gt;
She can sound out and spell most 3 and 4 letter words. &lt;br /&gt;
She uses imaginative spelling for longer words. &lt;br /&gt;
She has been exposed to many types of print--and several genres of literature.&lt;br /&gt;
She has been surrounded by books her whole life. &lt;br /&gt;
She has started to recognize fractions while we cook together. &lt;br /&gt;
She can explain in depth the life cycle of a butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;
She can recite the days of the week and the months of the year. &lt;br /&gt;
She knows her colors including the order of the rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;
She uses words like &quot;blueprints&quot; and &quot;evidently,&quot; in her every day conversation. &lt;br /&gt;
She knows her address and her mother and father&#39;s names in case she is lost. &lt;br /&gt;
Plus, many other things she always seems to amaze us with---&lt;br /&gt;
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Now,&amp;nbsp; of course, if you ask her--she learned all of these things from one person...&quot;Dora.&quot; ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, with a 4 year old, who knows ALL of this...why is it--that I can be made to feel so completely inadequate in teaching my daughter- when I go to Kindergarten Roundup, and I hear these words. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;In your packet, you will find a booklet of nursery rhymes--if your child does not know these, work on these this year. It has been shown that children who come to school with the knowledge of these nursery rhymes are better students.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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WAIT?! WHAT?! Now, don&#39;t get me wrong--my daughter has heard the nursery rhymes at one point or another. Have we repeated them for memorization? Absolutely not. I thought--it would be better to stretch her imagination and literature experience by reading, &quot;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe,&quot; &quot;Kit Kittredge&quot; chapter books...and so on. &lt;br /&gt;
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I sat there, not thinking of all that my daughter knows--but, that I had somehow failed her by not teaching her these nursery rhymes. Could school readiness be that simple? Did I miss the boat, somehow? My daughter, who has never entered a school building (aside from helping me with cheerleading practices in Elementary School, when she was 2) can read/write/compute/reason/communicate efficiently --and I feel like it&#39;s not enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess tomorrow, we will start on learning nursery rhymes ;). If she learns them- great. If not, that&#39;s okay too-- because I know she will succeed in school, not because she knew her nursery rhymes, but because she is successful in everything she does. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/4579075210599883621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/4579075210599883621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/4579075210599883621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/4579075210599883621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindergarten-readiness.html' title='Kindergarten Readiness'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-8642126617459236374</id><published>2010-03-30T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:14:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been dreaming...more like daydreaming.&amp;nbsp; It is constantly in my thoughts and never far from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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This daydream is of a baby girl.&amp;nbsp; She has a name, and she is ours.&amp;nbsp; It is a sister for Alexis and Jaxen--and I can&#39;t get her out of my mind.&amp;nbsp; I reason her away most days-- but, she sneaks in there whenever she gets the chance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I convince myself, even if we tried to have her--she&#39;d probably not be a she, but a he.&amp;nbsp; Or, there&#39;d be two of her--then what?&amp;nbsp; So, I guess fear of the unknown keeps me from chasing this daydream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Am I crazy?&amp;nbsp; Will I daydream of a baby for the rest of my life--would I be satisfied if this baby were born to us?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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More kids equal needing more room, and the money split between one more child.&amp;nbsp; More kids means starting over, from the baby stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hardest part for me, is that she has a name this time....I can&#39;t get that name out of my mind....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/8642126617459236374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/8642126617459236374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/8642126617459236374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/8642126617459236374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-1096084457774790566</id><published>2010-03-25T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:15:55.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite our colds and lack of energy--&amp;nbsp;the kids have had lunch--(grandma brought them McDonalds) and they are now in their room playing...together...quietly...and getting along.&amp;nbsp; So, I thought I would take this rare opportunity to write a little :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not feeling myself today, I actually feel like I have a hangover of some sort--but, there was no drinking involved.&amp;nbsp; I feel broken, alone and confused.&amp;nbsp; However, as I look for the words to write--I notice that my toes are a very shiny, bright pink--and that makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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I feel sad.&amp;nbsp; My daughter told me yesterday that she thought I was grouchy sometimes.&amp;nbsp; Although, I understood her childlike opinion, it still hurt a little.&amp;nbsp; When asked to explain, she said it was because I didn&#39;t let her watch tv at nap time.&amp;nbsp; That is true, and I will hold my ground on that one--but, I am sure at times I am grouchy with them...and they don&#39;t see a mom full of love 100% of the time...and that makes me so incredibly sad.&amp;nbsp; How can I not be show them love all of the time--how can that small sounding task be so exhausting?&amp;nbsp; Am I alone in feeling this way?&amp;nbsp; Is it truly simple for those of you out there that feel like they can always answer their child with a smile, and calm reactions? &lt;br /&gt;
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I am lost in trying to find my balance this week.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if it is because I am sick or because my body is playing tricks on me-- but, I am not feeling much like the super-mom I expect myself to be.&amp;nbsp; I could come up with a list of ways I am fall short- and as I browse that mental list, it is like a bullet to the chest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Sure, I can look at my kids--and by default, they must have a decent mother because they are good kids.&amp;nbsp; But, instead I try to think of ways I could do better, be a better example, show them how much I love them better-- I always think I can be better, there is no best for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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That to me is the hardest thing about becoming a mother-- I can&#39;t be the BEST.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t get that A+ on my paper-- I can&#39;t reach perfection.&amp;nbsp; I can only try-- and I am not handling that well.&amp;nbsp; I want that A+, I want a trophy.&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe not a trophy, but I want to know I am doing the job perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Except in motherhood- there is no PERFECT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I do know this- I can&#39;t dwell on my imperfections-- because I am wasting precious time with my children.&amp;nbsp; So, I will end this for now- and go back to being mommy.&amp;nbsp; Afterall, how can I miss out on them-- I just heard my son say to my daughter, &quot;you are the best sissy ever in the whole world.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love them SO much!&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/1096084457774790566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/1096084457774790566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/1096084457774790566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/1096084457774790566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/despite-our-colds-and-lack-of-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-5169067250396375068</id><published>2010-03-19T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:20:19.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lesson in Mommyhood</title><content type='html'>As a mother, I have learned not to have the following lying around the house: Markers, Stickers, Liquid Soap.&amp;nbsp; Noone ever told me this rule, I have just learned by experience--horrible, messy experience ;).&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, I wanted to be the &quot;fun&quot; mom--I wanted my kids to have all these creative utensils at their disposal.&amp;nbsp; But, now-- I stick to crayons, pencils and paper-- and even some of those are put out of reach.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I tried the magic markers that only color on special paper-- along w/ the same paintbrushes, crayons, and paints.&amp;nbsp; They are very gunky and dry out quickly...and we have gone thru many sets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, let&#39;s face it--they just aren&#39;t the same. &lt;br /&gt;
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A few months ago, I gave in and purchased small whiteboards and dry erase markers for learning time with the kids.&amp;nbsp; As a &quot;retired,&quot; teacher, I knew the convenience and learning benefits for reading and writing with whiteboard activities.&amp;nbsp; So, the teacher in me, overrode the mom in me-- &lt;br /&gt;
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This worked out okay for awile, and then I realized my son was trying to experiment with the markers.&amp;nbsp; So,&amp;nbsp;up on the top of the refrigerator they went--far out of reach of any little hands.&amp;nbsp; Or, so I thought.&amp;nbsp; Our son got bigger and more daring.&amp;nbsp; And, one day as I was getting ready for the day, he made his way to the top of the refrigerator (who would have thought bar-height chairs was a bad idea?).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I came down to a son covered in dry erase marker as well as a carpet full of red, green and black lines.&amp;nbsp; I guess he didn&#39;t bother to get the blue marker.&amp;nbsp; I freaked out a little-- okay, maybe a lot.&amp;nbsp; But, as a mother I have learned never to attempt to remove a stain without first doing a little research, because you could just make it worse. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, I quickly googled dry-erase marker on carpet and what do you know?&amp;nbsp; Other mothers with the same kind of&amp;nbsp; &quot;accident.&quot;&amp;nbsp; I learned that rubbing alcohol would take it out with lots and lots of blotting.&amp;nbsp; So, I grabbed my bottle of rubbing alcohol and away I went.&amp;nbsp; As I blotted for an eternity, I ran out of rubbing alchohol and frantically texted neighbors for their rubbing alcohol.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, my good neighbor Wendy, had a bottle. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, 2 bottles of rubbing alcohol and a house smelling like a hospital later- the stains were completely out of my light tan carpet.&amp;nbsp; I opened up the windows to air out the heavy alcohol smell, and thought better of starting up the fireplace to counteract all the cold air coming in.&amp;nbsp; That could have made the situation MUCH worse!&amp;nbsp; Now onto the boy--&lt;br /&gt;
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&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/AVvXsEhVYYbVFLEFcI1zbRcHaVmQl3lR6wRidl8eIWgg6dOhNA0mNgFEkuInnMCrdEKk2GkTLnl5QsAKtuBWTCPrAucfdNFHoqk01SwJuTdd5l7hoqxuBhzvij6v9ez_oVtu64fGVfTd4sNRdlY/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYYbVFLEFcI1zbRcHaVmQl3lR6wRidl8eIWgg6dOhNA0mNgFEkuInnMCrdEKk2GkTLnl5QsAKtuBWTCPrAucfdNFHoqk01SwJuTdd5l7hoqxuBhzvij6v9ez_oVtu64fGVfTd4sNRdlY/s320/IMG_0226.JPG&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I asked him why he drew all over himself, and he explained to me matter-of-factly, that he was a &quot;transformer.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course, how could I have not known?&amp;nbsp; Actually as I looked at him-- he did look a little like Optimus Prime.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, it just took a little soap and water to get most of the marker off of him!&lt;br /&gt;
See, with a girl-- I didn&#39;t have this problem.&amp;nbsp; She didn&#39;t like to climb on things, especially not on the refrigerator.&amp;nbsp; She didn&#39;t try to look like a transformer-- Boys can be challenging in their own little ornery but cute way!&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t get me wrong, I know girls are challenging in their own way--with a fashion diva as a daughter (not to mention her mouthy mother...wait, did I say that?)...&amp;nbsp;I am very aware of their challenging behaviors.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/5169067250396375068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/5169067250396375068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/5169067250396375068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/5169067250396375068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-lesson-in-mommyhood.html' title='Another lesson in Mommyhood'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYYbVFLEFcI1zbRcHaVmQl3lR6wRidl8eIWgg6dOhNA0mNgFEkuInnMCrdEKk2GkTLnl5QsAKtuBWTCPrAucfdNFHoqk01SwJuTdd5l7hoqxuBhzvij6v9ez_oVtu64fGVfTd4sNRdlY/s72-c/IMG_0226.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-8189415750024548742</id><published>2010-03-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:34:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Force be with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWeHI0doCl70YXv5qyzdM-KUG5A1fY8oPGori9Qe-bqjhhFHGxBOVxUKf2yhwfo2_kEfYMR4ODc0t7FRKdS4htSELNK0nM5mpl52wk8im6S4Jqbst_ydgNVJL0ocwppWk_lIAQeeeveU/s1600-h/magnet.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWeHI0doCl70YXv5qyzdM-KUG5A1fY8oPGori9Qe-bqjhhFHGxBOVxUKf2yhwfo2_kEfYMR4ODc0t7FRKdS4htSELNK0nM5mpl52wk8im6S4Jqbst_ydgNVJL0ocwppWk_lIAQeeeveU/s320/magnet.png&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am not a fan of Star Wars, by any means--or was that Star Trek ;).&amp;nbsp; Anyway, this quote came to mind, as&amp;nbsp;I was thinking today that mothers&amp;nbsp;must have&amp;nbsp;some sort of magnetic force within us.&amp;nbsp; Which sounds amazing, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that I had this magnetic power ther other day as&amp;nbsp;I slid my hand ever so slightly,&amp;nbsp;towards my daughter&#39;s hand -- and, her hand automatically, without&amp;nbsp;thinking about it, &amp;nbsp;slid towards mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This happens with both of my children... no matter what we are doing or where we are.&amp;nbsp; We can be walking, snuggling, sitting at a table or playing.&amp;nbsp; All I have to do, is simply and slightly move my hand in their direction--and it&#39;s like a force within me, that is so strong, sucks their hands to mine--and doesn&#39;t let go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This also can happen in a full-body kind of way when we see each other after a &quot;pause,&quot; from one another.&amp;nbsp; This pause could be a mommy-only shopping trip, a mommy and daddy date night, a night of sleep, a nap, or a trip to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; When their little bodies see me--my magnetic force, pulls them to me and into a hug.&amp;nbsp; This is usually accompanied by a sqeal of, &quot;Mommeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You would think, by reading this that this is the most wonderful gift a mother could ask for-- but, it has it&#39;s faults.&amp;nbsp; For instance, my magnetic force somehow&amp;nbsp;loses its strength when we are outdoors at a fun place (park, pool, etc).&amp;nbsp; It also seems to lose its strength when their are friends around, or when it it time to clean up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The strength is also hightened at other times...For instance, the magnetic force is at an all-time high, when Mommy is on the phone, with company, in the shower, or going potty herself.&amp;nbsp; At these times, it does not matter where, when or how fast&amp;nbsp;I go, or where I try to hide--the magnetic force will pull the kids to me-- IT NEVER FAILS.&amp;nbsp; Actually, this anomaly is what inspired the name for my blog.&amp;nbsp; Finding Myself Before the Kids Find Me....I just didn&#39;t mention that the kids would find me by magnetic force. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, yes, I am thankful for my Mommy Magnetism, because there is nothing sweeter than holding your child&#39;s&amp;nbsp;tiny little hand in yours.&amp;nbsp;I am also thankful for my&amp;nbsp;brief&amp;nbsp;just mommy-moments (because let&#39;s&amp;nbsp;be honest,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;showering becomes a little more difficult, with a kid&amp;nbsp;hanging onto your leg)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although, It would be nice to figure out how to reverse my polarity--so I could have the best of both worlds--anyone figure that out?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/8189415750024548742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/8189415750024548742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/8189415750024548742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/8189415750024548742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-force-be-with-you.html' title='May the Force be with You'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWeHI0doCl70YXv5qyzdM-KUG5A1fY8oPGori9Qe-bqjhhFHGxBOVxUKf2yhwfo2_kEfYMR4ODc0t7FRKdS4htSELNK0nM5mpl52wk8im6S4Jqbst_ydgNVJL0ocwppWk_lIAQeeeveU/s72-c/magnet.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-3931308547758583218</id><published>2010-03-16T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:11:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Spray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Our 4 year old daughter, has been struggling with sleeping at night.&amp;nbsp; She seems to think there are monsters in her room--although, she can&#39;t describe what these monsters are--she just knows she does not like to be in the dark with them. &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/AVvXsEhGi21fTwASmwS_wZX8Y50TOA1YSkWBD2YVb39m5l3kMO4szGLPpslvN0I4CEr9e7izRpLPX2dA8kG_FNrkZE_yjmcNJmzjEr-VfJ9Cay9DMYgERYux8_wP9QkHnOrcG_ELSS_Qq7ubbQI/s1600-h/monster.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGi21fTwASmwS_wZX8Y50TOA1YSkWBD2YVb39m5l3kMO4szGLPpslvN0I4CEr9e7izRpLPX2dA8kG_FNrkZE_yjmcNJmzjEr-VfJ9Cay9DMYgERYux8_wP9QkHnOrcG_ELSS_Qq7ubbQI/s320/monster.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(note: this guy kinda creeps me out--I think I know where she gets her fear of monsters from ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;After many sleepless nights as the mom, I thought we could solve the problem, with some &quot;Monster Spray.&quot;&amp;nbsp; You can buy at Bath and Body Works, it smells like fruit or flowers and when sprayed it wards of Monsters.&amp;nbsp; ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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I explained the Monster Spray to my daughter--rather vaguely- because I didn&#39;t want us to be stuck with this spray for years.&amp;nbsp; She thought the idea of it was amazing-- I sprayed the normal monster hiding spots-- under the bed, behind the door, in the closet, etc.&amp;nbsp; Then I handed her the spray.&amp;nbsp; I told her that if she saw or heard something, that all she had to do was spray the Monster Spray in the general direction.&amp;nbsp; And, because my kids were never satisfied with simply asking why--but only satisfied after they dug much, much deeper--The rest of the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;So, what happens to the monster then...?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;It disappers?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;So, where does its wax go?&quot; (I am thoroughly puzzled by this)&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What wax?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;The pile of wax he turns into.&quot; (Oh, of course--why didn&#39;t I think of this)&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, no honey--there won&#39;t be wax, he will evaporate into the air.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, he&#39;ll disolve?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;yes.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, problem solved- kisses given, blankets tucked--and I am walk out the door, only making it down 3 steps when I hear a frantic cry from our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;MOOOOMMM&quot; (grrr...I thought we solved this with a miracle, magical monster solution)&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;yes, honey...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I acidentally sprayed myself w/ the Monster Spray!!! Am I going to EVAPORATE??!?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I sigh, because with Alexis, nothing is ever plain and easy-- she overthinks EVERYTHING-- so, most of the time I am left wondering if I am doing more harm than good. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;No, honey-- you will not evaporate- it ONLY works on monsters.&quot; (a conclusion, not as obvious as one might think--although, there have been times both of my children have acted like monsters--hmmm...maybe it will work on them....)&lt;br /&gt;
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Crisis averted, and everyone in the house got a good night&#39;s sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunately, this magical solution did not last very long--before she realized the&amp;nbsp;silliness of it :/.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I guess I should feel blessed she is so smart--but it sure makes things challenging!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, if any of you have any ideas on how to rid a 4 year olds bedroom of monsters-- let me know, because our sleep is depending on it!&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/3931308547758583218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/3931308547758583218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3931308547758583218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/3931308547758583218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/monster-spray.html' title='Monster Spray'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGi21fTwASmwS_wZX8Y50TOA1YSkWBD2YVb39m5l3kMO4szGLPpslvN0I4CEr9e7izRpLPX2dA8kG_FNrkZE_yjmcNJmzjEr-VfJ9Cay9DMYgERYux8_wP9QkHnOrcG_ELSS_Qq7ubbQI/s72-c/monster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-7295106226969542922</id><published>2010-03-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:01:07.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geocaching</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/AVvXsEgFib2p7-HFgTJPY4_LuIhfkmH9z7n8hqXYfbdvUzVjcytxpFtAePRVVJF8OaMiG_tZjt1Oi6TvOVt96PhHTYcafJO3vacGLyPFMG0zn4ceiHsRZc_V8xDkepFoXOF4POonQy_7Rr6vYTg/s1600-h/geocaching.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFib2p7-HFgTJPY4_LuIhfkmH9z7n8hqXYfbdvUzVjcytxpFtAePRVVJF8OaMiG_tZjt1Oi6TvOVt96PhHTYcafJO3vacGLyPFMG0zn4ceiHsRZc_V8xDkepFoXOF4POonQy_7Rr6vYTg/s320/geocaching.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I woke up with the crazy idea--to take the kids and ourselves on our very first geocaching trip.&amp;nbsp; If you are unfamiliar with geocaching,&amp;nbsp; geocaching is described as:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;...a high-tech treasure hunting game played throughout the world by adventure seekers equipped with GPS devices. The basic idea is to locate hidden containers, called geocaches, outdoors and then share your experiences online. Geocaching is enjoyed by people from all age groups, with a strong sense of community and support for the environment.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I downloaded a geocaching app on my phone last night, and after our time change this morning, we were ready to go!&amp;nbsp; There were several within a mile of our home- but, since we can&#39;t cut straight thru--they were within 2 miles.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the whole way I was hoping that we would be able to find the cache and that it had not been compromised....and also, that there would be something that would excited&amp;nbsp;our 2 children, who had brought their own things to leave behind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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After a long walk, on one of our first beautiful days-- we arrived at the coordinates.&amp;nbsp; We looked and looked around--not knowing exactly what we were looking for.&amp;nbsp; Then, &quot;daddy,&quot; spotted the cache-- and we looked inside.&amp;nbsp; Jaxen found a very cool Sheriff&#39;s badge and a pencil sharpener.&amp;nbsp; Alexis found a fairy and a pencil sharpener.&amp;nbsp; To a 3 year old and a 4 year old, these were treasures beyond measure.&amp;nbsp; They left the treasures that they brought--and we headed back home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&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/AVvXsEjnLtAKudBMf18GZC7lVc4c1Ja51l8gSAV-Ujunip5qmBhKVAEgyG1Y2bZBjzrxxiCDAT9i73IpMkWlPaqHcLQ2SGOEInP1hzEGyeuEpxERh6sSGqWrS5sM7jSGgVqt_34aWfquJ7oCBU4/s1600-h/geocaching2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLtAKudBMf18GZC7lVc4c1Ja51l8gSAV-Ujunip5qmBhKVAEgyG1Y2bZBjzrxxiCDAT9i73IpMkWlPaqHcLQ2SGOEInP1hzEGyeuEpxERh6sSGqWrS5sM7jSGgVqt_34aWfquJ7oCBU4/s320/geocaching2.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids loved the treasure hunt, and are looking forward to our next one.&amp;nbsp; I think Daddy had a good time too-- what guy doesn&#39;t like to go on a treasure hunt?&amp;nbsp; Of course, after the long walk and all of the adventure--the kids and daddy were wiped out!&amp;nbsp; They fell asleep together, on the chair in the living room.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;br /&gt;
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If you are interested in trying geocaching on your own, go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.geocaching.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.geocaching.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more information and to find caches in your area.&amp;nbsp; And, if you have a smartphone, no need for a gps, just use your phone!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/7295106226969542922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/7295106226969542922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7295106226969542922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/7295106226969542922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/geocaching.html' title='Geocaching'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFib2p7-HFgTJPY4_LuIhfkmH9z7n8hqXYfbdvUzVjcytxpFtAePRVVJF8OaMiG_tZjt1Oi6TvOVt96PhHTYcafJO3vacGLyPFMG0zn4ceiHsRZc_V8xDkepFoXOF4POonQy_7Rr6vYTg/s72-c/geocaching.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-5501430813756233879</id><published>2010-03-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:29:45.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/AVvXsEgjZGrYJVr4w7ke3wMCvAKgNlvq38CxSG9v0O7gpIbG8QKx-oE1jvGEN4YDeyS-qR_hLUvEU3y2hFMMxDEAREIQQ3wC3Jspyd2PpgHtT6T8GDImSxVH4VkNeWlzYFTzQ8DizPpYy3CnHWg/s1600-h/superhero.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZGrYJVr4w7ke3wMCvAKgNlvq38CxSG9v0O7gpIbG8QKx-oE1jvGEN4YDeyS-qR_hLUvEU3y2hFMMxDEAREIQQ3wC3Jspyd2PpgHtT6T8GDImSxVH4VkNeWlzYFTzQ8DizPpYy3CnHWg/s320/superhero.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you ever know that mothers have superpowers?&amp;nbsp; I know I have convinced my kids of this, but I didn&#39;t fully believe it myself until I thought about it today...&lt;br /&gt;
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As a mother, you immediately know your child&#39;s cry- you can pick your child&#39;s cry out of 100 babies cries, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; I know this is immediate, because when we had Alexis, the nurses took her to the nursery under the strict orders not to give her any formula or pacifiers.&amp;nbsp; So, she came back from the nursery often-- as did other babies.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, as we sat in our room, and Alexis was being wheeled down the long corridor, I knew EVERY single time when it was her--because I could hear her identifiable cry.&amp;nbsp; Kyle and I would look at each other and just know-- that our Alexis Faith would be there within a minute or so.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This ability continues as the child grows--and I can still pick out my kids&#39; cries over other kids--but with that I am also able to note the kind of cry it is...a pretend-we&#39;re-playing-house-cry, an I-stubbed-by-toe-or-other-insignificant-incident-cry, a my-sibling-is-being-mean-to-me-cry, the I-am-scared-cry, the I-am-tired-cry and the I-am-REALLY-hurt-cry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am not tooting my own horn, because I am pretty sure every mother has this superpower, if you will.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
I am gratefull that most of my children&#39;s cries fall in the first 5 kinds of cries.&amp;nbsp; But, there are those moments-like today that you hear that I-am-REALLY-hurt-cry, and no matter where you are, how far away you are, what you are wearing or doing, you stop instantly and go to the side of your child.&amp;nbsp; See, it is much like a superpower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I was getting out of the shower, just wrapped the towel around myself-when I heard our daughter yell in pain.&amp;nbsp; I think I leapt to her side at the bottom of the stairs, as her dad did from a different direction.&amp;nbsp; She had fallen from the middle of the stairs, and landed straight on her back, knocking the wind out of her.&amp;nbsp; Was she okay, for the most part- yes, thankfully.&amp;nbsp; But, it was a nice reminder to the superpowers God has given us as parents, to take care of our children to the best of our ability.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I will hear her when she cries, I will be able to kiss away her tears, I will be able to make everything better- Not because I googled it, or because I researched it in a book (this is what I do for everything else in life, however)...but because I am a mother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Mothers are modern-day Superheroes.&amp;nbsp; I dare anyone to prove me wrong ;)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/5501430813756233879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/5501430813756233879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/5501430813756233879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/5501430813756233879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-you-ever-know-that-mothers-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjZGrYJVr4w7ke3wMCvAKgNlvq38CxSG9v0O7gpIbG8QKx-oE1jvGEN4YDeyS-qR_hLUvEU3y2hFMMxDEAREIQQ3wC3Jspyd2PpgHtT6T8GDImSxVH4VkNeWlzYFTzQ8DizPpYy3CnHWg/s72-c/superhero.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-9203565293239161059</id><published>2010-03-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:15:56.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mother of a B-O-Y</title><content type='html'>Being a mother of a first-born daughter, I didn&#39;t realize how very different it would be to raise a boy.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I would have to say for the 50th time that day, &quot;please, put your clothes back on!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Other things, I thought I would never be saying are:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;hands don&#39;t go in your underpants.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;you cannot bake with mommy, while you are naked.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Where are your underwear?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Please put that away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You can&#39;t answer the door without clothes on.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Where have these salad tongs been...?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I will let you figure out what our son has discovered in the last few weeks......waiting....(light bulb comes on)....okay...now, I will continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never, in my wildest dreams, could have even scratched the surface of what to expect with raising a boy.&amp;nbsp; I tell my stories to those around me, with sons--and they just shake their heads...uh, huh....they&#39;ve been there, done that. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, if they have all been there and done that--where was my warning?&amp;nbsp; Where was my copy of&amp;nbsp; &quot;What to expect, when Raising Boys&quot; ??&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&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/AVvXsEhHAhAhLJDthrglX1mg3Hb4MtTOCcludeD00tclJ8yqMCEgrb37WAPIw7Bo1WuMHkRDZrECcGelQ5U3iiYY6ILkfn3KEthm1lGOXjY3aueB1AjYguECmofgV1VY_j60CFkXTusd2Yceoqo/s1600-h/peanuts.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAhAhLJDthrglX1mg3Hb4MtTOCcludeD00tclJ8yqMCEgrb37WAPIw7Bo1WuMHkRDZrECcGelQ5U3iiYY6ILkfn3KEthm1lGOXjY3aueB1AjYguECmofgV1VY_j60CFkXTusd2Yceoqo/s320/peanuts.jpg&quot; vt=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am so glad, I am for the most part a calm mother- because I barely flinched when our darling son figured out his &quot;peanuts&quot; can be different sizes-- Sure, I asked myself how this could possibly happen to a newly 3 year old...and I giggled under my breath as he breathed a sigh of relief when it was back to its &quot;widdle&quot; size. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nor, do I flinch as he often peeks inside to gauge its status.&amp;nbsp; I do feel bad that he is stuck home with a sister and a mother--during this time of self-discovery.&amp;nbsp; And, I am seeing a pattern of him, finding humor in his anatomy and the reactions he gets --ahh....boys!&lt;br /&gt;
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How can this girly, mother raise a boy in this tender time of boyhood?&amp;nbsp; I have no idea, but I will stumble through-- and I will do my best- and pray that by school-time he is more interested in a pencil and paper than his, &quot;peanuts.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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(Jaxen, my dear son...when you read this one day- whether I am here or not-- please know that I&amp;nbsp;love you more than you will ever know.&amp;nbsp; You are my sunshine, and I cannot imagine life without you.&amp;nbsp; You have challenged me in the best of ways, and I look forward to every single day with you, as you teach me about motherhood and life.&amp;nbsp; I love you, Jaxen)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/9203565293239161059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/9203565293239161059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/9203565293239161059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/9203565293239161059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/mother-of-b-o-y.html' title='The mother of a B-O-Y'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAhAhLJDthrglX1mg3Hb4MtTOCcludeD00tclJ8yqMCEgrb37WAPIw7Bo1WuMHkRDZrECcGelQ5U3iiYY6ILkfn3KEthm1lGOXjY3aueB1AjYguECmofgV1VY_j60CFkXTusd2Yceoqo/s72-c/peanuts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486645182055723488.post-1522455162668638893</id><published>2010-03-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:59:27.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m still here</title><content type='html'>Wow- it&#39;s been awhile since I have written.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
I have thought about writing often, but I never seem to have the thoughts flowing when I sit down at the computer.&amp;nbsp; (Okay, I don&#39;t really sit down at a computer--I&amp;nbsp;lounge on the couch&amp;nbsp;with the laptop balanced between my legs and tummy).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Whichever way the computer is connected to me, my fingers always levitate above the keys--without the slightest movement...until, I mouse over to my favorite time-waster, Facebook or Online Shopping :).&lt;br /&gt;
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So, to prevent my kids from thinking that there was a void in our existance from feb-march 2010-&amp;nbsp;I will attempt a quick recap of our lives.&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/feeds/1522455162668638893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3486645182055723488/1522455162668638893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/1522455162668638893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486645182055723488/posts/default/1522455162668638893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beforethekidsfindme.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&#39;m still here'/><author><name>Sarah Hamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526191480802860580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEQi7f5W8sFWIazNTw6LDa6rgqyMyVoNnfQvy8UrZs_d11PVNEJyL8IJWZ4-VSpIFUmD0ItHP7Mx8ssTKPY3q7RgXn2C4KRzuKrlMv-KGy1zyXOcJT3FD07BJ5UaXtg/s220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>