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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHRno8eyp7ImA9WxNUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869</id><updated>2009-11-09T22:17:17.473-06:00</updated><title>Five Little Monkeys</title><subtitle type="html">My life with five crazy monkeys..er..I mean kids.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FiveLittleMonkeys" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRHg8cSp7ImA9WxNUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-5182210711166791755</id><published>2009-11-06T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:20:55.679-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T16:20:55.679-06:00</app:edited><title>Where is my music?</title><content type="html">Do you hear my wonderful Christmas music???&lt;br /&gt;I don't even see the box.  It's in the html but it isn't showing up to me.  Where did it go???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-5182210711166791755?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5182210711166791755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=5182210711166791755" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/5182210711166791755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/5182210711166791755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/ZwEjCIAbEaM/where-is-my-music.html" title="Where is my music?" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-is-my-music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENSXg9fip7ImA9WxNUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-6380320112330370428</id><published>2009-11-06T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:14:58.666-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T16:14:58.666-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><title>My head hurts</title><content type="html">Matt has been in New Jersey for the week. He is coming home tonight. He can't get here quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;It has just been a very trying week. Several things have gone wrong. The kids have been trying my patience. And well, I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;My head is killing me this afternoon and I'm trying to decide what to do for dinner. I'm thinking maybe fast food, because I just don't have it in me to do much else. Maybe Taco Bell, we never eat there. Or Arby's. &lt;br /&gt;Matt bought me a gift certificate last Christmas to be used for a massage. I found a place where I can get two 45 minute massages for the price of the gc he got me. I was wanting to do one next week on veteran's day because Matt has the day off, but we'll see. For some reason, I'm a bit nervous to make the appointment. Mainly because I know nothing about the place (though it got good reviews) and because I've never had a massage. I keep thinking that the people will take one look at me and think, "oh heaven's NO..I am NOT putting my hands on HER!!" &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Matt comes home tonight, but I won't see him much this weekend. He is doing and evangelistic series at church. I'm really proud of him for this, but meetings that normally are spread out over several weeks, have been condensed into two weekends worth of all day long meetings. &lt;br /&gt;Next week the kids' play start. They have practice every night then the play starts Thursday. Usually, one of us takes the boys and the other stays home with Emily. If we do that, it means more time to not see him.&lt;br /&gt;OK this was a really whiny post, I'm sorry. I'm just spent right now and felt the need to share that with all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-6380320112330370428?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6380320112330370428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=6380320112330370428" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6380320112330370428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6380320112330370428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/ANRGWbacB5w/my-head-hurts.html" title="My head hurts" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-head-hurts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEER387fCp7ImA9WxNUE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-59851964860352489</id><published>2009-11-03T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:43:26.104-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T20:43:26.104-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><title>Birth Announcements or No??</title><content type="html">Originally, I had planned on not doing Christmas cards, and just sending out birth announcements with the required picture and letter. &lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking lots about announcements and what I want them to say.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I got to thinking...should I even do announcements?&lt;br /&gt;I have always done them, but wonder if people get them and think, "oh, Matt and Bekki had another baby, big surprise". I also wonder if people think we send announcements to get gifts. This has been an issue for me for several babies. I do not want people to think they need to send anything, we send announcements to share our excitement with them, nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;Then there is the issue of making them. I have made all the other announcements, but am not sure I want to do that this time. But since I've done it five other times, would it make sense to change now? Assuming I even do them!&lt;br /&gt;AAAGGGHHHHH, who knew birth announcements could create such a dilemma for me?? &lt;br /&gt;I realize this entry makes very little sense, and is quite grammatically incorrect, I'm just trying to figure out what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-59851964860352489?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/59851964860352489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=59851964860352489" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/59851964860352489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/59851964860352489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/xx-NCHQ43T0/birth-announcements-or-no.html" title="Birth Announcements or No??" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/11/birth-announcements-or-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHSX84cSp7ImA9WxNUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-3818820339090607743</id><published>2009-10-31T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:13:58.139-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T12:13:58.139-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all the kids" /><title>Update of sorts</title><content type="html">I know it's been forever since I wrote anything significant. I just get in these modes where I just don't have it in me. Besides, it is so much easier to just throw a status update up on Facebook than it is to post here.&lt;br /&gt;The first big update is on Zachy. Last I wrote the nurse had called concerned about some fast rhythms he was having. When we saw the Doctor he wasn't concerned at all. He said it registered as too high on the equipment because pacemakers aren't made for children. So what is a normal active rhythm for a child is too high for an adult. So all is well with Zachy. Thank goodness! &lt;br /&gt;Matthew has been saving his money for a very long time, and yesterday was finally able to buy himself an iPod. He got the nano which has a camcorder on it as well. He has been taking videos all morning. He would probably be just fine with it even if it never played music. He loves making videos. &lt;br /&gt;Their play is in two weeks. I will be glad when it's done. We love it, but by the end it is always nice to be able to stop making the drive twice a week. It's hard because the practices are 1 1/2 hours on Thursday and 2 hours on Sunday. Well, it is far enough away that by the time you turn around to go home it would be time to turn right back around to pick them up, but too long to just sit there. Although this year, I've been helping make the costumes and Matt's been staying home with Emily. &lt;br /&gt;As far as the pregnancy, this has to be the easiest pregnancy I've ever had. In the beginning I was really sick, but since that has passed I have felt great. I'm 29 weeks and time is still flying. Natalie will be here before we know it.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we've just been busy doing yearly eye exams, doctors visits for me, and dentist appointments. Oh yes, school too. Which is going great.&lt;br /&gt;I wish this entry had been more entertaining, but alas, that's what happens when you wait so long in between entries! Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-3818820339090607743?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3818820339090607743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=3818820339090607743" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3818820339090607743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3818820339090607743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/265x9_H1Hfs/update-of-sorts.html" title="Update of sorts" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-of-sorts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ECR3s_cCp7ImA9WxNVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-8105233073385713560</id><published>2009-10-21T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:01:06.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T19:01:06.548-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><title>My apologies</title><content type="html">I know it is far to early for Christmas for some of you, but I just cannot resist being in the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;It is my favorite time of year and it is just too short, if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;This year is especially special because Miss Natalie will be joining our family right around Christmas, can you imagine anything more wonderful??  I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Natalie, what am I going to do about this blog?  I won't have 5 little monkeys anymore, but 6.  Is that an appropriate name?  Six Little Monkeys?  I don't know.  If anyone has any great ideas for a new title, I'd love to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;For now, sit back, relax, sip some hot cocoa and enjoy the Christmas spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-8105233073385713560?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8105233073385713560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=8105233073385713560" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8105233073385713560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8105233073385713560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/yhwawcyrmMI/my-apologies.html" title="My apologies" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-apologies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYNRHs5eip7ImA9WxNWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-6233223472100444950</id><published>2009-10-09T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:19:55.522-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T16:19:55.522-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dillon" /><title>Where did you say you are from??</title><content type="html">Today in southern Texas it is pretty brisk.  The temp is in the 60s and it has been raining off and on all day.&lt;br /&gt;Half of us are in pants, the other half are in shorts.&lt;br /&gt;We had to run to Wally World to get some batteries earlier.  While there, we saw several people in winter coats.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I started commenting about the fact that to us this is great weather and to people around here, it's cold.  &lt;br /&gt;We then laughed about the fact that Emily kept saying she was cold, and she is the only one amongst us who is a Texan.&lt;br /&gt;So Matthew says we are Ohioans...then said, "well, Collin anyway".  &lt;br /&gt;I said it was because we were northerners.&lt;br /&gt;While we were talking about this Collin said, "I'm a what?"  And we told him an Ohioan.  We had to explain that meant he was born in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon says, "Am I an organic, since I was born in Oregon?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, it was priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-6233223472100444950?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6233223472100444950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=6233223472100444950" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6233223472100444950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6233223472100444950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/3Z32bJGWGEQ/where-did-you-say-you-are-from.html" title="Where did you say you are from??" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-you-say-you-are-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEGRHgyfyp7ImA9WxNXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-8980764879191256108</id><published>2009-10-06T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:30:25.697-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T16:30:25.697-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><title>Double Digits!!</title><content type="html">Check out my ticker!!  Less than 100 days to go!  Time's a flyin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-8980764879191256108?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8980764879191256108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=8980764879191256108" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8980764879191256108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8980764879191256108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/HBQHXYtwqgQ/double-digits.html" title="Double Digits!!" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-digits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDR344fip7ImA9WxNXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-8195261617508460755</id><published>2009-10-05T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:04:36.036-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T16:04:36.036-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="makes me mad" /><title>This Really Chaps my Hide</title><content type="html">On our way home from play practice, there are two billboards.&lt;br /&gt;They have a picture of a young lady with the words, "you have the power to have a healthy baby".&lt;br /&gt;It's an ad for a health clinic, I think.&lt;br /&gt;What does this imply? &lt;br /&gt;UGH! It implies that if you only get proper prenatal care, you will have a healthy baby. And &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; have the power to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;Well darn. I wish someone had told me I had the power to have a healthy baby. If only I'd known that I possess that power!&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I have always gotten the proper prenatal care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to the doctor on a normal basis, but when I'm pregnant I never miss an appointment. &lt;br /&gt;I just hate that they are trying to tell people that they can have a healthy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it just isn't up to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-8195261617508460755?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/8195261617508460755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=8195261617508460755" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8195261617508460755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/8195261617508460755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/EWBn9Ghawbc/this-really-chaps-my-hide.html" title="This Really Chaps my Hide" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-really-chaps-my-hide.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcDSH8ycCp7ImA9WxNXFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-7075763662929957508</id><published>2009-10-01T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:01:19.198-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T13:01:19.198-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all the kids" /><title>Post Script and other Happenings</title><content type="html">As a post script to yesterday's post..my sympathies go out to all young men of this generation.&lt;br /&gt;Have you any idea how hard it is to teach these young men to keep their eyes and thoughts pure, when they are bombarded with just the opposite all around them?&lt;br /&gt;Matt commented on the fact that they had just finished the respect CD, and talked about keeping thoughts pure. One way to do that, is to not fill your mind with images of scantily clad girls. They went ice skating after that, and what do you think all the girls were wearing? Next to nothing, of course. &lt;br /&gt;Our kids are met with it everywhere. For us, even in the church. Girls wear clothes that leave nothing to the imagination, to church. What kind of message does that send the boys?&lt;br /&gt;God gave them these hormones. We instruct them to keep them in check, and then WHAM! they can't get away from it. &lt;br /&gt;It has to be so hard on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..onto other things.&lt;br /&gt;Dillon's birthday is coming up. It is on Columbus Day this year, and we are going to try to go to Sea World for it. Once a year, military members and their dependents get free admission. We haven't used ours for this year, so we are going to go on his body. Hopefully, the weather cooperates. By this I mean either it isn't scorching hot or pouring rain. Anything in between will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor's wife is teaching the kids guitar lessons every Sabbath after pot luck. It is really great. They are learning lots and I hope by the time we leave they have a great understanding of how to play the guitar. The only problem is, it doesn't address the ability to read music. Yes, they are learning cords, but not regular music. But then, do you really need to know how to read music to get by in life? I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted after our first week of school that Zachy was trucking along with everything. That has definitely stopped. Collin has taken the lead now and does his work without complaint and...are you ready for this?? I see signs of the switch almost being switched and him being able to read! WAHOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is as cute as ever. She is such a character and cracks us up all the time. She does everything the boys do, but the last couple of days she has wanted to wear dresses, so maybe there is hope that she won't be a total tom boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt says he feels like a divorced dad getting visitation with his kids this week. He also says he is ready to have a night alone with me. HA! That hasn't happened in over 13 years, I don't see it happening anytime soon! Oh well, I'll just be glad to have him home tonight, I've missed him. He leaves next week to teach a hearing conservation course. He'll be gone all week. Then home the next week. Then off again the following week. He's a busy beaver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm 25 weeks pregnant today. Baby is moving around so much sometimes it makes me nauseous. I do love it though! She is currently breech, though I'm not concerned at this point. I think if she would turn, I would be more comfortable. Right now, I feel like she is going to kick right through my cervix. Other than that, though, I am still feeling really good. I still look fat. No one has asked me if I'm pregnant, so that's a sure sign. I don't think anyone at the kids' play have any idea I am indeed pregnant and not just fat. Oh well, in due time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. That's all she wrote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-7075763662929957508?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7075763662929957508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=7075763662929957508" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7075763662929957508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7075763662929957508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/WlUkfN3dZSU/post-script-and-other-happenings.html" title="Post Script and other Happenings" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-script-and-other-happenings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGQng7eyp7ImA9WxNXE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-7770441945417490574</id><published>2009-09-30T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:02:03.603-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-30T18:02:03.603-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all the kids" /><title>I don't normally do this</title><content type="html">Today I want to highly recommend a product.  I am in no way being paid to do this, I am just impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, it became clear that our boys were growing up, and it was time to have some serious talks about *gasp* the birds and the bees.&lt;br /&gt;The problem was, Matt didn't really know how to go about doing this.  He remembers the talk his dad had with him and just remembers both of them being very embarassed.  This isn't what we wanted, but we weren't real sure how to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/passport-2-purity-weekend-retreat-kit/9781572296565/pd/296569?item_code=WW&amp;netp_i,d=356773&amp;event=EBRN&amp;view=covers"&gt;Passport 2 Purity.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This program is great!  &lt;br /&gt;Basically, you go on a getaway with your child.  About 24 hours worth.&lt;br /&gt;You start by taking them to dinner and telling them what the weekend (or night) is going to be about.  You give them their adventure journal that they will use to fill in answers to tough questions.  Then on your way to your destination, you listen to the first of five cds.  You cannot imagine the relief Matt felt knowing that someone else would be presenting this information in a Biblical manner.&lt;br /&gt;The first topic is about peer pressure.  They listen to the disc and fill in the blanks, then discuss things with their parent.  They get to listen to their parents talk about mistakes they made! What fun!&lt;br /&gt;The topics covered are peer pressure, your changing body, sex, dating, and staying pure.&lt;br /&gt;After each topic they do an experiment to drive the point home.  For example, the first experiment is trying to put together a puzzle with no picture to go by.  The point behind this is to show how we need instructions in life.  And those are in the Bible.  &lt;br /&gt;After the heavy topics on the second day, you do something fun with your child.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the last topic, you wrap up with a nice dinner where you present them with a gift to congratulate them for taking these steps towards maturity.&lt;br /&gt;So Matt took Matthew to a local hotel on Monday night.  For their fun time, they went ice skating and to a movie.  For his gift, he got an electric razor.  He's grown a caterpillar on his lip!&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, Zachy and Collin spent the night with Matt just to spend some time with him.  They went to Chuck E Cheese and then also to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Dillon's night to complete the program.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew came home and had had a great time.  I was worried about how he would respond to all of this, but he really enjoyed it.  &lt;br /&gt;I asked Matthew if he thought Dillon was too young and he said that no he wasn't, and he wished we had done this when he was 11.&lt;br /&gt;I am just really, really pleased with how this has turned out.&lt;br /&gt;If you have preteens, I highly recommend this program to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-7770441945417490574?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7770441945417490574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=7770441945417490574" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7770441945417490574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7770441945417490574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/YXzjPq5V4Rc/i-dont-normally-do-this.html" title="I don't normally do this" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-normally-do-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAERnwzeCp7ImA9WxNQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-647266015970205323</id><published>2009-09-22T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:18:27.280-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T15:18:27.280-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><title>Now That's What I'm Talkin About!</title><content type="html">Today it is rainy and a cool 68 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;It feels almost like fall.  &lt;br /&gt;Of course, the rain we've gotten the last couple weeks has greened up all the trees and lawns.  So no changing of leaves, but still!&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful.  Even though yesterday it was in the upper 90s.  I am willing to forget about yesterday and move on with fall.&lt;br /&gt;Matt planted mums in my pots the other day and even bought me a pumpkin to help me feel like it is fall.  What a wonderful man I have!&lt;br /&gt;We have candles lit and Christmas music playing, and it is just a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-647266015970205323?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/647266015970205323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=647266015970205323" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/647266015970205323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/647266015970205323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/inHae-9h10U/now-thats-what-im-talkin-about.html" title="Now That's What I'm Talkin About!" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-thats-what-im-talkin-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIMRHs8cCp7ImA9WxNQEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-7497539810925200531</id><published>2009-09-18T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:09:45.578-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-18T10:09:45.578-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pacemaker" /><title>Not a call I really wanted</title><content type="html">So I got a call bright and early this morning.  It was the nurse from the electrophysiologist's office.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've never gotten a call from her before, which of course makes my heart drop.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that Zachy's last phone transmission showed his leads all look great, but he is having several episodes of high rates.  She said it's nothing life threatening..yet..and that he needs to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;We already had an appointment set up for October 14, and we are just keeping that appointment.&lt;br /&gt;I am praying it is an easy fix.  However, one of the reasons we paced him when we did, was to avoid getting to the point of tachy rhythms.  Tachy is much harder to correct than brady.  The hope was that by getting the brady under control, it would be like a normal heart and he wouldn't ever get to the tachy point.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they are going to correct it.  Before they paced him the doc talked about having to control tachy rhythms with meds.  I keep hoping maybe the can just set a high threshold.  But that doesn't make sense to me.  It is easy to zap a heart and make it beat, but how do you zap it to make it slow down?  Of course, I'm not the doctor and it may very well be possible.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how much I hate CHD.  I hate that any child has to suffer through any of this.  &lt;br /&gt;I wish the Lord would just reach down and heal my baby's heart.  And at the same time, I know how incredibly selfish that is.  My baby is here and alive, so many aren't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;I find it almost comical that this is happening now.  This seems to be our pattern.  Things will be quiet in our house for awhile, then Matthew and Zachy will be hit at the same time.  In fact, when Zachy was paced, Matthew had surgery a week later.  So it figures that we would be dealing with all we are with Matthew and things would pop up with Zachy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his appointment isn't until the 14TH and I am going to try hard to not think about it until then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-7497539810925200531?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7497539810925200531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=7497539810925200531" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7497539810925200531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7497539810925200531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/zy_Tu8Zf5pE/not-call-i-really-wanted.html" title="Not a call I really wanted" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-call-i-really-wanted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADRX85fSp7ImA9WxNQEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-2973586678255478985</id><published>2009-09-17T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:09:34.125-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T11:09:34.125-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zach" /><title>Thank you, Thank you, Thank you</title><content type="html">Yesterday morning, Zachy was praying for our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;He was saying, "thank you for the food.  Thank you for our family." etc.  Then he ended with, "and thank you, thank you, &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt; that we are getting a new baby sister".  &lt;br /&gt;So sweet! He is so excited and asks all the time if it is Christmas yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-2973586678255478985?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/2973586678255478985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=2973586678255478985" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/2973586678255478985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/2973586678255478985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/yO6K0GnTzoI/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html" title="Thank you, Thank you, Thank you" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMRXoyeSp7ImA9WxNQEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-4835226699788218307</id><published>2009-09-15T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:14:44.491-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T14:14:44.491-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="church" /><title>Just *sigh*</title><content type="html">Today is a *sigh* kind of day.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm down.  I keep saying it's for no good reason, but I just feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;We had a church board meeting last night, and I really don't like the way things went.  In fact, there have been a few things that I'm just not really happy with right now.&lt;br /&gt;A wise lady told me last night that there is no perfect church, so we just have to be happy with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is true.  But...*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;Matt tells me all the time, 'one more year"  We leave in one year and then we can just have a fresh start.  &lt;br /&gt;My goal is to not be involved heavily in a new church.  It is highly over rated being this involved, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm even writing any of this.  I just feel so down and dumpy today and wish the feeling would go away so I can get on with my happy little life!&lt;br /&gt;In due time, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-4835226699788218307?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4835226699788218307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=4835226699788218307" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4835226699788218307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4835226699788218307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/yjDtw38zXRs/just-sigh.html" title="Just *sigh*" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-sigh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUNQ3g9fip7ImA9WxNRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-3512029174677319289</id><published>2009-09-13T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:54:52.666-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T20:54:52.666-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><title>Things learned today</title><content type="html">I was reminded today that babies who co-sleep and breastfeed need very few other necessities.  I was registering at Target (they give you a $20 gift card to register with them right now..cool!) and realized there just isn't much we &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;.  Which is fine by me..that means more money for fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to tackle washing Emily's carseat.  We have one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/Sq2hjQuHP6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LC8OIIvjKtc/s1600-h/carseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/Sq2hjQuHP6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LC8OIIvjKtc/s320/carseat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381134756933484450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see all those parts??  When I first bought it, I read reviews about how hard it is to take apart to wash.  I believed them, and have always dreaded taking it apart.  But tonight I decided to try it.  And taking it apart wasn't that hard.  Boy was it gross though.  Carseats should not go two years without being cleaned.  Hopefully, I can get it back together, since taking it apart is only half the challenge!&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I learned that pregnant women, should &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; wear low cut shirts with no bra.  They need to take care of their girls!  But more importantly, I don't want to see your saggy boobies! &lt;br /&gt;Oh the valuable things we learn every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-3512029174677319289?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3512029174677319289/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=3512029174677319289" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3512029174677319289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3512029174677319289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/OTUhsJ0ltMg/things-learned-today.html" title="Things learned today" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/Sq2hjQuHP6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/LC8OIIvjKtc/s72-c/carseat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-learned-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHRnc-cSp7ImA9WxNRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-1998047304628682871</id><published>2009-09-11T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:42:17.959-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T14:42:17.959-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school...at home" /><title>Week in Review</title><content type="html">So the first week of school started out great.  With a holiday!  &lt;br /&gt;No, just kidding, it was great starting on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;But boy, by Friday, we were back in the swing of things and the trials that come with that.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me how much Collin is like Dillon when it comes to school.  This isn't a good thing, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;But Zachy, boy, he just whips right along willing to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of baking this week, and quite honestly, I'm exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;Emily is awfully cute and just sits with us at the table doing her own thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Next week I have an OB appointment, I think on Friday, so we will have to be sure get everything done before it.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-1998047304628682871?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1998047304628682871/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=1998047304628682871" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/1998047304628682871?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/1998047304628682871?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/0QpZvICdFmI/week-in-review.html" title="Week in Review" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-in-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UEQ3s6fyp7ImA9WxNRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-3294547877603559199</id><published>2009-09-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:00:02.517-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T00:00:02.517-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emily" /><title>A little bit of this and that</title><content type="html">This has been a great week.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been a bit cooler (OK the 80s, but that's cool for here), and we are finally being blessed with rain. Oh, sweet glorious rain. I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I love fall. So much. And if I keep the doors closed, I can pretend that it is fall. But then, I open the doors, and it's hot, and I am reminded once again that things are going to get green instead of orange and red. And that there won't be any snow this winter. It will just be like every other day. So disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy some mums, but I haven't seen any in the stores yet. That makes me feel a bit more fallish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Time is flying. Before I know it, I will have a sweet little newborn to snuggle with. And it's a good thing too, since Emily has suddenly decided she is a total daddy's girl. When he's around I'm worthless. Unless, of course, we happen to be at church or somewhere I want to be alone at, then I'm all that will do. Figures. It's alright though, because she is growing up so quickly, and soon she'll want nothing to do with either of us. She has turned into this sweet, silly, HAPPY girl. Given her babyhood, this is shocking to us, almost every single day. I was just telling Matt the other day that I often look at my kids and thank God that we didn't stop after just two. We would be missing out on so much! They are all such a blessing in their own little ways. &lt;br /&gt;OK, the banana bread is baking, the big kids are running lines, and the little three are playing outside. I'm going to kick my feet up for a bit and just relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-3294547877603559199?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/3294547877603559199/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=3294547877603559199" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3294547877603559199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/3294547877603559199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/TTs9AWGRaRc/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html" title="A little bit of this and that" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-of-this-and-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQ3w-eip7ImA9WxNRFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-5287941770261248633</id><published>2009-09-10T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:00:02.252-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T00:00:02.252-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Collin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zach" /><title>Fat Tummy</title><content type="html">Zachy was sitting with me, patting my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;He said, "why do mommies' tummies get fat when a baby is in there?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him because they were growing babies, and asked where else they would grow if not in their mommy's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "in the house!" while looking at me like I must not be very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin was talking to Emmy when I heard him singing. He was singing "Soon and very Soon" Only instead of "soon and very soon, we are going to see the King" he was singing, "soon and very soon, we are going to have a baby sister". So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-5287941770261248633?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/5287941770261248633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=5287941770261248633" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/5287941770261248633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/5287941770261248633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/mc2Fu2wNEQk/fat-tummy.html" title="Fat Tummy" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/fat-tummy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDRng4eCp7ImA9WxNRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-6723727019144101376</id><published>2009-09-09T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:47:57.630-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-09T13:47:57.630-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memes" /><title>Random Dozen</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376672090338191202" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s200/random+dozen.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something that you have changed your mind about either recently or over a number of years? &lt;br /&gt;Oh golly, just one thing? Birth control. Circumcision. What duties I want in the church. Oh the list could go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose either subject, but does your a) church b) job feel more like a dental chair experience or an easy chair (recliner) experience? &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my church life is starting to feel more dental chairish..see number one..too many responsibilities. But it is probably somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kisses or hugs? &lt;br /&gt;Depends on whose giving them. I'm quite fond of both from my family. Especially, slobbery Emily kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think is the biggest threat to families today? &lt;br /&gt;I think that the biggest threat comes from both parents working full time. The kids are put in school, then to a million extra curricular activities. I have no idea how a family can bond and stay together in that kind of situation. Do they even know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A day after you grocery shop, you open a perishable item that is horribly spoiled. Do you take your receipt back to the store to be reimbursed or just throw it away and forget about it? &lt;br /&gt;Just throw it away and forget about it. It would be too much of a pain to take it back. I'm lazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What personality trait (feel free to address good or bad or both) do you notice yourself adopting from your parents?&lt;br /&gt;The Betty Crocker trait. I don't do much other domestically, but I do love to bake for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many slices of bread do you leave in the bottom of the bag when you throw it away? Two? Three? Just the heel? None? (I really want to know if you eat the heel.) &lt;br /&gt;The heels get tossed out. And if there happens to be one piece in with them, it gets tossed too. Can't make a sandwich with just one piece of bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What mispronunciation or usage error really irritates you? &lt;br /&gt;Pronouncing Oregon as Ore-GONE...not Ore-GUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In honor of the uniqueness of today's date, what does the numeral 9 mean to you? (Any special life moments attached to the 9th? Are you the 9th kid in your family? Can you count by 9s really fast? etc.) &lt;br /&gt;The number 9 really doesn't mean anything to me. Zip. Zilch. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does the general color palette in your closet match the colors you chose to decorate your home with? &lt;br /&gt;No, I have much more color in my closet. More blues and greens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When you're hanging out with friends in the kitchen, do you automatically ask to help, or do you sit there and chat until the host asks if you'd like to help? I'm not implying that the 2nd choice stems from rudeness or laziness, just not a first-response like it is for some people. &lt;br /&gt;Depends on whose house I'm at. I normally ask to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Let's end on a pleasant note: What do you enjoy about September the most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it used to signify fall, my favorite season. But in southern Texas, there really isn't a fall. However, I do have 3 birthdays in August and one in October..so let's face it, I enjoy the extra money! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-6723727019144101376?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/6723727019144101376/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=6723727019144101376" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6723727019144101376?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/6723727019144101376?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/XjpkhnUY_l0/random-dozen.html" title="Random Dozen" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfyhzV8tJq8/Sp3Gx4JdZ2I/AAAAAAAANLg/ZGEEyJSMpok/s72-c/random+dozen.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-dozen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CQHk_fCp7ImA9WxNRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-7045959522889997013</id><published>2009-09-08T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:21:01.744-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T16:21:01.744-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school...at home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matthew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><title>Dusting off the cobwebs</title><content type="html">Once again, I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon. I don't know how I've managed to keep up a blog for almost ten years now..it's mind boggling to me.&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since the last time we spoke.&lt;br /&gt;The big one is that Matthew had surgery. Surgery number ten, in case you're keeping count. The morning of surgery, I got a little teary eyed and asked Matt how this became our life. His answer, "because we are blessed". We'll blame my moment of weakness on hormones. &lt;br /&gt;You can blame almost anything on pregnancy hormones, I've found.&lt;br /&gt;So the surgery was kind of hard to explain, and I don't really feel like it, SO, I'll just tell you that is was a laser surgery that reduced the amount of fluid being produced in his eye. Thus, reducing the amount of pressure. His pressure was insanely low the day after surgery, but since then he has complained of pressure pain, and well, I'm not so hopeful anymore. He goes tomorrow for another follow up. We were told, however, that his pressure would spike for a month, and then go down, so maybe it's just spiking. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take this moment to tell you one of my pet peeves. I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; it when people (particularly those with a bit of medical knowledge) feel the need to tell me what we need to do for Matthew. Or how things could be improved. Or how there must be some way to get his vision back. You don't know the first thing about Matthew's eye. The doctors don't know much about Matthew's eye. You haven't been following him for the last 13 years and you don't know what's best for him. We, as his parents, are confident in his care, even if it doesn't seem to produce the ideal results. I am not dumb, nor is Matt. And my own dad is an ophthalmologist, so all of this is much more familiar to me than it would be your average Jane!&lt;br /&gt;OK, stepping off my soap box now.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the boys all got parts in the play they are doing this year. Excalibur! It isn't your typical play though, so it would do me no good to tell you what parts they got because you wouldn't know who they were. Matthew got a pretty large role though, and I worry about him being dedicated enough to memorize his lines. I'm sure he'll be fine though. Dillon got a smaller role.&lt;br /&gt;Collin and Zachary will be a tree and then knights who fight in the tournament. They are thrilled to not have to speak and to be able to sword fight. All's well.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we started school. It went really well, and as usual, I'm thinking this will be the best year ever. This afternoon though, I'm exhausted. Oh well, this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else? Nothing that I can think of. And this is long anyway. Until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-7045959522889997013?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/7045959522889997013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=7045959522889997013" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7045959522889997013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/7045959522889997013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/_VUR4tQcV3o/dusting-off-cobwebs.html" title="Dusting off the cobwebs" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/09/dusting-off-cobwebs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFRH06eip7ImA9WxNSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-4026326196763042925</id><published>2009-08-28T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:26:55.312-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T20:26:55.312-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><title>That was fun</title><content type="html">I got a coupon in the mail today from Babies R Us.&lt;br /&gt;If I registered with them, I got a $10 gift card.&lt;br /&gt;How could I pass that up?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I fully realize that registering for your sixth baby is quite silly, but it was $10! &lt;br /&gt;So I went. By myself, because Matt's back is really giving him problems.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. It was so fun. I have most of the essentials so I just went with my little scanner scanning all the fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;If someone were to look at my registry they would be thinking, "doesn't this girl know about practical items??" &lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's not totally accurate, I did scan some practical stuff! &lt;br /&gt;It's funny to register for a sixth baby, but also, however they set it up, the registry says I want 2 of everything. So I'm extra, extra greedy! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;For registering, I got a little bag of goodies. One goodie was three teeny tiny diapers. There is nothing that says, "I'm going to have a tiny baby" like seeing the tiny diapers. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;We also pulled out the infant car seat today to see if it was alive.  It's been in the shed for two years now (Em was only in it for a few months because of her reflux, she went into a more upright convertible seat), and there was no telling how it would fare.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it was fine.  Hooray for that!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fun baby day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-4026326196763042925?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4026326196763042925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=4026326196763042925" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4026326196763042925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4026326196763042925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/9V8MYTyNsQQ/that-was-fun.html" title="That was fun" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-was-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHR3k5eip7ImA9WxNSFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-267861095033193421</id><published>2009-08-27T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:15:36.722-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-27T17:15:36.722-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><title>Big day yesterday</title><content type="html">Yesterday was quite the day.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Matt got Lasik done. He had a hard time of it. The doctor said he has bigger than normal pupils. He had a really hard time with the brightness afterwards, even with sunglasses, but that seems to be getting better today. Poor thing woke up with a bad back today so he is in more pain in his back than his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, he is 20/20 in one eye and 20/15 in the other. Once the brightness issue goes away this will be well worth it for him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for him because he really hated wearing contacts or glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon, I had an appointment with the perinatalogist.&lt;br /&gt;The tech came in and did the ultra sound and it was awful. The picture wasn't clear at all. I did find out that I have an anterior placenta, which means the placenta is in between the baby and my belly button, as opposed to being between the baby and my spine. It has caused fewer movements to be felt. It's good to know, because honestly, it freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;The tech wasn't able to get a good look at the baby's face and the baby's legs were crossed again.&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset and was nearly in tears. I told Matt that the ultra sounds were pointless at this point because we couldn't tell much about the heart, or the face, or even the gender.&lt;br /&gt;Now, logically, I know that the reason they even do these ultra sounds is to check for blood flow. To make sure no blood clots are forming in the umbilical cord. But in my head, all I could think about was a fuzzy ultra sound and no news.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came in and I told her what I had been saying.&lt;br /&gt;She was so kind.&lt;br /&gt;She was able to get much clearer shots. She looked at the baby's face and all looks well there. She was also able to look closely at the heart. She saw two pulmonary veins that look to be draining in the right spot. She'll do a fetal echo at 28 weeks to look further, but as of right now, the heart looks good. &lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea why I think we would repeat a defect, because we always just seem to get new different defects, never repeats. Still, I feel the need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was able to get the baby to move it's legs. She told us she was 90% certain we are having another girl. It was so funny because I asked Matt if that was a good enough percentage and he said, "it is for me!" This cracks me up because last time he would not believe that Emily was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute, all night he kept rubbing my belly saying, "we're having another little girl" We are both on cloud nine. We would have been just has happy with a boy, but think it will be so nice for Emmie to have a sister.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to do something special to tell the kids, so when we got home we baked a strawberry cake.  We then frosted it white.  They were so excited to see if the cake would be blue or pink.  Everyone guessed right except Collin who really wanted a brother.  They were so excited to cut the cake!&lt;br /&gt;So good news all around yesterday! I could use more days like yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-267861095033193421?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/267861095033193421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=267861095033193421" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/267861095033193421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/267861095033193421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/8Yg017u55Uw/big-day-yesterday.html" title="Big day yesterday" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-day-yesterday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHSXg_fSp7ImA9WxNSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-918413646240294389</id><published>2009-08-25T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:08:58.645-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-25T12:08:58.645-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school...at home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="House and Home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all the kids" /><title>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type="html">~~The post that started out with one thought and then got rambly.  I should have done a bullet post.  Oh well.~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sabbath, the kids were watching Veggie Tales.  There is always a family fun feature on the DVDs so the kids were watching that.  They decided that we must do what they were seeing.&lt;br /&gt;We put all our names in a hat, then each person drew a name.  For a week, we have to secretly perform random acts of kindness for our person.  &lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled that it was the kids who wanted to do this!  It has been fun and there have been lots of beds made and rooms cleaned in secret.  &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it is kind of hard to think of what kind of other things one could do without giving themselves away.  But it's been really cool to watch the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated, we've taken a big step and turned off the TV.  I don't know for how long, but for now, it's off.  &lt;br /&gt;We are starting school after Labor Day so I'm trying to get organized for that.  Speaking of that, I really should run to the homeschool store and see if the books I need are back in stock.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another ultra sound.  I was doing fine and not even really thinking about it because of OshKosh, but now it feels like tomorrow will never get here.  I really want to know who's baking in there! &lt;br /&gt;Also, tomorrow Matt is having surgery on his eyes to correct his vision.  Keep him in your prayers please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-918413646240294389?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/918413646240294389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=918413646240294389" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/918413646240294389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/918413646240294389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/AJJEpZmJexc/random-acts-of-kindness.html" title="Random Acts of Kindness" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-acts-of-kindness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MQ3s7cSp7ImA9WxNSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-4264854803839950905</id><published>2009-08-24T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:23:02.509-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T11:23:02.509-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matthew" /><title>Thirteen years ago</title><content type="html">Thirteen very short years ago, my title went from being daughter, sister, wife, to the best title in the world. Mother.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is cliche, but it feels like just yesterday that I was pregnant. Well, yesterday (and today) I was pregnant, but I mean heavily pregnant with my first child.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to expect. We were so naive. God sure had other plans for us! We wouldn't get to just play dress up with our new baby, the way most young parents expect to. No, our road would be much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;And it would change us. All for the better. Through the years, there has been much heartache. Many talks (one sided arguments) with God. Many, many tears. &lt;br /&gt;But the joy that we have had through the years takes those times and fades them into distant memories.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is such an amazing person. He continues to be artistic and would prefer to draw than to read. He doesn't really like school, but what kid does? He loves the theater and would be in a play all the time if the opportunity presented itself. Just last week, he and his brothers started the audition process for Excalibur. Soon, we should know their parts. It doesn't really matter to Matthew, though, he just wants to be on stage. I wonder where he gets that??&lt;br /&gt;He starts eighth grade this year, which baffles me. How did we already get here? The other day, Emily was doing her little hand in the air saying, "boo boo" (blue's clues) and it took me back to eleven years ago, when Matthew did the exact same thing. It's amazing how much she sounds like he did. &lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about him, but I think I'll close. I told him that the reason I'm pregnant right now is because when they turn thirteen, we trade them in for newer models. He doesn't seem to believe me..claiming I love him too much to get rid of him. When did he get so smart??&lt;br /&gt;I love you Matthew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/SpK-NPggMGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/P2LBcxA_6zc/s1600-h/matthew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/SpK-NPggMGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/P2LBcxA_6zc/s320/matthew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566440116858978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-4264854803839950905?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/4264854803839950905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=4264854803839950905" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4264854803839950905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/4264854803839950905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/1BkIH9z9f3U/thirteen-years-ago.html" title="Thirteen years ago" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hf3fyvHzSZc/SpK-NPggMGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/P2LBcxA_6zc/s72-c/matthew.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/08/thirteen-years-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFQ308eSp7ImA9WxNTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-473979361217141869.post-1053204932090859986</id><published>2009-08-22T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:43:32.371-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-22T17:43:32.371-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tarzan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pathfinders and adventurers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellany" /><title>I'm still alive</title><content type="html">*sigh* I have no idea why I don't have it in me to post lately. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I do, but I choose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;I've just felt down lately, and really not like talking. Honestly, I don't feel like doing anything. If I could be a recluse, I would.&lt;br /&gt;All is well though, in this household. &lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that I can't seem to keep the housework under control. A friend cleaned my house so well while we were at OshKosh and I look at it today, and it's a wreck. Matthew says we need to hire her, but alas, she has 4 kids of her own to take care of. Plus, I couldn't pay someone enough to take care of this house. I just really don't know how to get a handle on it. Why does it never seem to stay clean???&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, OshKosh was great. The kids all had fun, and so did we. I have pics to share, but you see how well I updated about Disney..OshKosh could be the same. &lt;br /&gt;This is a big week. Matthew's birthday is Monday. I'm having a had time accepting that my first baby is 13. How did that happen? How am I old enough to have a teenager?? &lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, Matt is having surgery on his eyes. It isn't Lasik, and I'm not sure what it is. It will have the same result though..no more glasses. Hooray for Matt! Also on Wednesday, I have an appointment with the peri. Maybe this time the baby will decide to show us the goods. For some reason, I'm not too hopeful. Could be the pessimism I seem to be experiencing right now. I keep telling myself it would be ok to not know, but I sure do want to buy something, and I just can't bring myself to buy a gender neutral onesie. I need to go through baby clothes, but honestly, I have no idea where they are. And all I have is girl clothes, so if this babe is a boy, it would be a waste of time searching for it all. Maybe I need to buy a tiny pack of diapers. I just feel the need to buy something. We've bought nothing this go around. I just have a few big ticket items I need. However, like I said, I have no boy stuff left so if this baby is Tarzan, I have to buy a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;OK, now I'm rambling. I can't stop yawning and I just slept for a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just totally exhausted and if I got more sleep I wouldn't be nearly as down. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/473979361217141869-1053204932090859986?l=5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/feeds/1053204932090859986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473979361217141869&amp;postID=1053204932090859986" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/1053204932090859986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/473979361217141869/posts/default/1053204932090859986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FiveLittleMonkeys/~3/bh3-ptp7OpU/im-still-alive.html" title="I'm still alive" /><author><name>Blessed Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04012269484957310080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01531246919329942099" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://5lilmonkeys.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-still-alive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
