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Monday" /><category term="Works for me Wednesday" /><category term="recipe" /><category term="Charley" /><category term="craft" /><category term="Hunt and Find Games" /><category term="Hello Monday" /><category term="Latte" /><category term="Birthdays" /><category term="Frugal Food" /><category term="daily life. marriage" /><category term="family meeting" /><category term="Fall" /><category term="you tube" /><category term="pregnancy" /><title>For the Love of Naps</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>For the Love of Naps - Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694659976017646924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAGlSvQ3akE/S9EF1_XVZYI/AAAAAAAAA98/g18MFnbqVA8/S220/boys1bwx.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1691</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ForTheLoveOfNaps" /><feedburner:info uri="fortheloveofnaps" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>ForTheLoveOfNaps</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/rss?url=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2FForTheLoveOfNaps" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo4.gif">Subscribe with My Yahoo!</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://feeds.feedburner.com/ForTheLoveOfNaps" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern11.gif">Subscribe with Bloglines</feedburner:feedFlare><feedburner:feedFlare href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffeeds.feedburner.com%2FForTheLoveOfNaps" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif">Subscribe with Google</feedburner:feedFlare><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEESXc9eCp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340082987538484299.post-3348909674175141364</id><published>2012-02-12T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:30:08.960-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T14:30:08.960-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Give Away" /><title>Sparkle Stories winner and a deal for EVERYONE!</title><content type="html">Sparkle Stories have truly been a gift this last week.&amp;nbsp; I was flying solo this weekend as Super Mama and when bedtime rolled around I had no issues getting the boys snuggled in because they couldn't wait to hear the new story.&amp;nbsp; They have enjoyed all the stories.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all that took the time to throw their name into the bucket.&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of fun to see. &lt;br /&gt;
I used &lt;a href="http://www.random.org/"&gt;Random Number Generator&lt;/a&gt; to select your number.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the list of people who entered in the order that you commented.&amp;nbsp; Since I am an amateur give away blogger I want to show you how I did things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; Amy&lt;br /&gt;
2. Christina&lt;br /&gt;
3. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;
4.&amp;nbsp; Shoan&lt;br /&gt;
5.&amp;nbsp; Haley&lt;br /&gt;
6.&amp;nbsp; Peggy&lt;br /&gt;
7.&amp;nbsp; Jennie&lt;br /&gt;
8.&amp;nbsp; Raina&lt;br /&gt;
9.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="mailto:sshokoui@hotmail.com"&gt;sshokoui@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10.&amp;nbsp; MOMOF2&lt;br /&gt;
11.&amp;nbsp; Christine&lt;br /&gt;
12.&amp;nbsp; youareyourown&lt;br /&gt;
13.&amp;nbsp; The Tompkins Family&lt;br /&gt;
14.&amp;nbsp; Lisa&lt;br /&gt;
15.&amp;nbsp; Lynelle&lt;br /&gt;
16.&amp;nbsp; Hannah&lt;br /&gt;
17.&amp;nbsp; Holly Fish&lt;br /&gt;
18.&amp;nbsp; Jessica&lt;br /&gt;
19.&amp;nbsp; Kim&lt;br /&gt;
20.&amp;nbsp; Jamie&lt;br /&gt;
21.&amp;nbsp; April&lt;br /&gt;
22.&amp;nbsp; Heather&lt;br /&gt;
23.&amp;nbsp; Amy&lt;br /&gt;
24.&amp;nbsp; Jessie&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And the winner is number 10....MOMOF2!&amp;nbsp; I will email you the info.&amp;nbsp; You have 24 hours to return my email otherwise, I will pick a different winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO THE REST OF YOU.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The lovely folks at Sparkle Stories are offering a wonderful discount to all&amp;nbsp;FOR THE LOVE OF NAPS&amp;nbsp;readers — $1 for the first month! Choose from one of three Sparkle Stories story packages, and try four weeks of Sparkle goodness for one dollar. Go to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/trysparkle/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.sparklestories.com/trysparkle/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Use the magic code&amp;nbsp; 4F38&amp;nbsp;to receive your discount!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of our bedtime solutions, during one of the numerous "&lt;strike&gt;awful&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;dreadful&lt;/strike&gt; quirky stages" that our&amp;nbsp;children have gone through, has been using books on CD to help them drift off to sleep peacefully.  And when this mama is wearing her super cape and flying solo during the bedtime routine...having some fun audio books in my pocket are a huge help.  I can read the crew a few picture books all together and then snuggle in the boys and hit play.&amp;nbsp; We don't use audio books every night.&amp;nbsp; We did for a while, always after reading with them.&amp;nbsp; But it is a special treat these days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt;, a unique children's audio book subscription,&amp;nbsp;crossed my path recently and &lt;strong&gt;I have been lucky enough to get to try them out and GIVEAWAY a three month subscription to one of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt; is a unique subscription that delivers audio books to you on a weekly basis.&amp;nbsp; The stories are wholesome with cute characters and nice lessons.&amp;nbsp; The stories all range from 15-25 minutes long.&amp;nbsp; PERFECT to fall asleep to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your children can look forward to a new story each Friday. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The &lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt; are delivered to your storybox.&amp;nbsp; You can download them and burn them to a disc or play them on any MP3 player or ipad type device.&amp;nbsp; I put them on my&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ipad and burned them to CD.&amp;nbsp; So we are set for travel too.&amp;nbsp; When I burned them I put each story on it's own cd but doubled it up.&amp;nbsp; That way they listen to the one story twice...helping with comprehension.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Audio books are a great learning tool for children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They allow&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;audience&amp;nbsp;to practice their listening skills and let their imaginations create the images in their head -instead of limiting their thinking to the pictures in a book.&amp;nbsp; And how great to not have to leave your house to find a new story for your children to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are trying three of the series options.&amp;nbsp; And today we got our first stories.&amp;nbsp; Tonight they picked to listen to Luck and the BlueJay. &lt;br /&gt;
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But here are the three stories and a little summary of what they are about. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Martin and Sylvia is one series.&amp;nbsp; The first story we received was titled:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telling the Truth&lt;/strong&gt; and a little blurb about the story...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sylvia accidentally breaks one of Martin’s inventions, and blames the damage on their cat Pickles. “Pickles did it!”  But oh how Sylvia feels miserable — all day!  Momma knows just what to do: she whispers a little something in Sylvia’s ear, and Sylvia knows just what’s needed next. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Another series is So Many Fairies and the first story we received was titled:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck and the BlueJay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ripley is a bold bluejay with quite a temper.  For the past few years he has developed a reputation for his temper, and consequently, other birds have begun to avoid him.  A host of fairies teach Ripley about finding inner peace and calm using the help of, well, something very surprising!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;And another series is At Home with Martin and Sylvia and the first story we received is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visiting the New Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Momma’s assistant Amy has just had a baby, and Martin and Sylvia can’t wait to see her.  They do all sorts of things to get ready to meet her: they make cards and little fuzzy gifts, and plan out a nutritious meal.  But nothing prepares them for the magical moment of seeing a new baby for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man that narrates the stories is very soothing.&amp;nbsp; It is just right for a calm end to the day.&amp;nbsp; The boys loved listening to the stories last night...even though there weren't dragons or Star Wars guys in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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So a three month subscription...that is&amp;nbsp;a couple hours of audio books ladies.&amp;nbsp; Perfect for in the car, bedtime, naptime, quiet time, art time (they can listen and you can pause the story&amp;nbsp;so they can draw what they see in their imagination).&amp;nbsp; The possibilities are endless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Give a shout out and tell me one thing you are doing for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixjd4jyqUuY/TzbqaoOsP5I/AAAAAAAAEdc/INsy6zs40kQ/s1600/13month91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ixjd4jyqUuY/TzbqaoOsP5I/AAAAAAAAEdc/INsy6zs40kQ/s640/13month91.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear she tries to say Henry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And naps when they are both away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like she knows it is good to nap when they are away so she doesn't miss when they are here.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Christmas she was shy and clung to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her birthday she went right to the Grandmas and Grandpas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She plays at ECFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still prefers to be close to mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFhw4zTsfAI/TzbqcoZab6I/AAAAAAAAEdk/rTwxSEDxwGI/s1600/13month9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFhw4zTsfAI/TzbqcoZab6I/AAAAAAAAEdk/rTwxSEDxwGI/s640/13month9.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She still wakes in the night and we are about to embark on the stopping nursing in the night thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still sucks her two fingers and holds her arm up across her face for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZxK1XeQIWI/Tzbqk4HWqKI/AAAAAAAAEeE/AKL81-QHKa0/s1600/13month6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZxK1XeQIWI/Tzbqk4HWqKI/AAAAAAAAEeE/AKL81-QHKa0/s640/13month6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is starting to play with toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to put things in and take things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She bops to music like a gifted keeper of the beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves doors and windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OafmcHiPLE/TzbqmGxafdI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/PaU1lnc0clY/s1600/13month5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OafmcHiPLE/TzbqmGxafdI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/PaU1lnc0clY/s640/13month5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She crawls fast.&amp;nbsp; Really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wakes up these mornings and spends some time with just daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as soon as mama appears then it is all about snuggling and whining and clinging.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frustrating. but also adoring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She goes along for the ride to drop the boys off or pick them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sits pretty good in the Target shopping cart...she is starting to try and spin around in the seat though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will talk loudly to the boys when she knows they are playing around but not near her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is learning the word no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uNz3wig1Eg/TzbqqE-fR5I/AAAAAAAAEeo/8cVww4tXkkU/s1600/13month2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2uNz3wig1Eg/TzbqqE-fR5I/AAAAAAAAEeo/8cVww4tXkkU/s640/13month2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing peek a boo makes her smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing songs and dancing in front of her makes her giggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knows what she wants and she will let you know what she thinks of you if you don't give it to her. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRZHyqXgIXI/Tzbqo4l6EaI/AAAAAAAAEeg/u2AtV3tlV6U/s1600/13month3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRZHyqXgIXI/Tzbqo4l6EaI/AAAAAAAAEeg/u2AtV3tlV6U/s640/13month3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;She makes her daddy and I pause and smile and watch her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we are both taking her in and realizing how glad we are to have her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How amazing the time has flown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how quickly she is becoming her own little person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you Miss Syd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you so much.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"cereal-sly, aren't these cool!"&lt;br /&gt;
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or, "Check these out.&amp;nbsp; We could totally do this!"&lt;br /&gt;
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And, "These are SUPER awesome."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/90423904987993368/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/187603140697149320_BMkWyIAb_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://zakkalife.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-02-16T09%3A52%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=5" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;zakkalife.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/4theloveofnaps/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And the boys smiled and giggled.&amp;nbsp; But they still insisted they wanted to go to the store and pick out a box of the darn cartoon ones.&amp;nbsp; So that's what we did.&amp;nbsp; BUT LOOK!&amp;nbsp; For a whooping $5.00 each boy got to pick their dream box.&amp;nbsp; And they both sat down and didn't complain a bit about writing them out.&amp;nbsp; Henry got lots of practice writing his name.&amp;nbsp; LOVE THIS.&amp;nbsp; And Charley finally was able to write his friend's names and his names fast enough that he didn't get bored with it and&amp;nbsp;small enough that he could do it himself to his satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; We went back today to buy an extra box so they could just have fun doing the sticker puzzles but all of them were sold out (the kind they picked).&amp;nbsp; Glad I had my act together in time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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**While shopping for their Valentine cards we ran into a mom from Charley's class.&amp;nbsp; She told me that her son was the same way.&amp;nbsp; He wanted the store bought.&amp;nbsp; But she said that her kindergarten daughter is making her own with doilies and sparkles and all that jazz.&amp;nbsp; She tipped her head at Sydney and reminded me that I still have a chance at a crafty homemade Valentine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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****The boys&amp;nbsp;did sound interested in doing these cute ones for their teachers!&amp;nbsp; We won't buy the rolos until this weekend though...because if we bought them today...well let's just say, they wouldn't be here by Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;
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This morning as we were packing up for school Charley said, "Remember mom, next Halloween I want to go to Tar*get to get my costume."&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; Already they are insisting on store bought instead of creatively put together by us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Early mornings mean that bath time in the evening is calming and does it's job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally ordered a picture of our tribe to replace the picture of just the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This instagram picture does not do it justice.&amp;nbsp; But I am pretty happy with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I clicked the wrong size so it takes up the whole frame.&amp;nbsp; But it fits.&amp;nbsp; So that is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33y0y-buFeY/TzQUdkrpvLI/AAAAAAAAEcs/0LZ2PP1hqAg/s1600/picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33y0y-buFeY/TzQUdkrpvLI/AAAAAAAAEcs/0LZ2PP1hqAg/s640/picture.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry's early wake time has him curled up enjoying a cartoon every afternoon.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I also got the picture wall all finished.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have tackled projects like our front craft closet.&amp;nbsp; Ed doesn't think we need this space...but I remind him that there are women who have whole rooms devoted to their crafting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And does everyone agree that no matter how well you think you have craft crap organized..it will still be a mess in a couple days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGgO7dKpsvk/TzQUl2p9keI/AAAAAAAAEdM/bd2ino3FCpE/s1600/closet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="588" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGgO7dKpsvk/TzQUl2p9keI/AAAAAAAAEdM/bd2ino3FCpE/s640/closet.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have these great friends that got a new bedroom set.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they offered us their old one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got us some new bedding too.&amp;nbsp; It is a little crazy but it is bright and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this picture the duvet hasn't been inserted into the cover so it looks flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And since the rest of the room is lacking a lot of other decoration...it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The set came with the bed frame, bedside table, and dresser.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has changed our lives, thank you Katie and Casey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our bedroom is no longer just a dump spot but a place where I fall asleep much more peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay3NskG7M3Y/TzQUnkZmTuI/AAAAAAAAEdU/Uv-z-B96-HE/s1600/newbedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay3NskG7M3Y/TzQUnkZmTuI/AAAAAAAAEdU/Uv-z-B96-HE/s640/newbedroom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syd has blossomed at ECFE and now is down and playing just like the big kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is even making her own little friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little guy found her very alluring.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Target has some cute little separates for only $5.00 a piece.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So little sis got a few new items...including these little blue and white stripped leggings that I love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After busy mornings at ECFE class, Sydney and I fight over the last avocado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have mastered picking out great avocados and have gotten really good at cutting them up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of my favorite snacks these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sprinkled with just a teeny tiny bit of kosher salt. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after snacks or lunch I have taken time this week to sit and relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still loving Words with Friends and Doodle Find is a new obsession on the iPad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even enjoyed one of these Dr. Peppers...that I haven't had since I was pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, I am trying to capture the beauty in our ordinary moments around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggled in, finding contentment in the simple little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a week that has pushed me as a mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the week isn't even over yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I notice that recognizing all the little moments that make up some of the best moments in our day...make the sometimes long days ...well, not so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to Henry's school I decided to keep Charley home.&amp;nbsp; He just has a cold, and I would normally send him to school with it.&amp;nbsp; But it has his face all dry and crusty and since I LOVE him and am cringing if he comes close...I figured we would take a day and try to get things looking a little less crusty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the boys are enjoying each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Syd didn't take a morning nap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she is going on hour two this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought new chalk today at the store...I know, totally weird for February in MN.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there is no snow and the temps are a wee bit more mild so I think we will head out and do that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To those that are aware of my week...2 down, 2 to go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to thrive and not just survive...but I think we will just celebrate the idea of "survival" this week.&amp;nbsp; And if there are moments when we thrive...well bonus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Colleen and Raina - GO!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Frosting smiles, sugar highs, with a latte side for mama...Thursday mornings like this deserve a treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crabby moments happen when Sydney finds it funny to throw her hard boiled egg all over the kitchen floor laughing...and as I pick it up she is giving me the bonus of smooshed strawberries...possibly one lands in my hair and I have to sit pause and breathe and then maybe laugh- inside of course- because Miss Syd knows NO and we are working on this. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sparkle Stories are saving me these nights.  The boys are so excited to hear the stories and that means it is quiet by 7:30 in our house.  &lt;a href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/02/sparkle-stories-review-and-giveaway.html"&gt;Go here to enter to win some Sparkle Stories.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; More than 20 people have entered.&amp;nbsp; woo hoo!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ipad app that has me so distracted...doodle finds.  Annoying but has you wanting to play one more time.  Because, one more time means you will beat your Brother in Law Andy's score.&lt;br /&gt;
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How to Live on the edge as a stay at home mom...drive your kids to school with no bra on, in your pjs, not showered, not brushing your teeth, or combing my hair. . Woo hoo!  Better drive the speed limit. Really chance it by whipping through the Starbucks drive thru lane.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Celebrate your victory by taking a long hot shower once boys are at school and little sis is down for a nap.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-doctor_1219.html"&gt;2009 I posted &lt;/a&gt;this kid activity and recently I tried it again&amp;nbsp;with Henry.  It requires just a wee bit of prep.  I cut out people and chopped them up.  I think back in 2009 I called it 'Doctor' and put the spin on the activity that Charley had to help people have all their body parts again.  This time I used the spin that Henry was just assembling funny people.  He giggled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt;, a unique children's audio book subscription,&amp;nbsp;crossed my path recently and &lt;strong&gt;I have been lucky enough to get to try them out and GIVEAWAY a three month subscription to one of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt; is a unique subscription that delivers audio books to you on a weekly basis.&amp;nbsp; The stories are wholesome with cute characters and nice lessons.&amp;nbsp; The stories all range from 15-25 minutes long.&amp;nbsp; PERFECT to fall asleep to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your children can look forward to a new story each Friday. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The &lt;a href="http://www.sparklestories.com/"&gt;Sparkle Stories&lt;/a&gt; are delivered to your storybox.&amp;nbsp; You can download them and burn them to a disc or play them on any MP3 player or ipad type device.&amp;nbsp; I put them on my&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ipad and burned them to CD.&amp;nbsp; So we are set for travel too.&amp;nbsp; When I burned them I put each story on it's own cd but doubled it up.&amp;nbsp; That way they listen to the one story twice...helping with comprehension.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Audio books are a great learning tool for children.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They allow&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;audience&amp;nbsp;to practice their listening skills and let their imaginations create the images in their head -instead of limiting their thinking to the pictures in a book.&amp;nbsp; And how great to not have to leave your house to find a new story for your children to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are trying three of the series options.&amp;nbsp; And today we got our first stories.&amp;nbsp; Tonight they picked to listen to Luck and the BlueJay. &lt;br /&gt;
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But here are the three stories and a little summary of what they are about. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Martin and Sylvia is one series.&amp;nbsp; The first story we received was titled:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telling the Truth&lt;/strong&gt; and a little blurb about the story...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sylvia accidentally breaks one of Martin’s inventions, and blames the damage on their cat Pickles. “Pickles did it!”  But oh how Sylvia feels miserable — all day!  Momma knows just what to do: she whispers a little something in Sylvia’s ear, and Sylvia knows just what’s needed next. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Another series is So Many Fairies and the first story we received was titled:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luck and the BlueJay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ripley is a bold bluejay with quite a temper.  For the past few years he has developed a reputation for his temper, and consequently, other birds have begun to avoid him.  A host of fairies teach Ripley about finding inner peace and calm using the help of, well, something very surprising!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;And another series is At Home with Martin and Sylvia and the first story we received is:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visiting the New Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Momma’s assistant Amy has just had a baby, and Martin and Sylvia can’t wait to see her.  They do all sorts of things to get ready to meet her: they make cards and little fuzzy gifts, and plan out a nutritious meal.  But nothing prepares them for the magical moment of seeing a new baby for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man that narrates the stories is very soothing.&amp;nbsp; It is just right for a calm end to the day.&amp;nbsp; The boys loved listening to the stories last night...even though there weren't dragons or Star Wars guys in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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So a three month subscription...that is&amp;nbsp;a couple hours of audio books ladies.&amp;nbsp; Perfect for in the car, bedtime, naptime, quiet time, art time (they can listen and you can pause the story&amp;nbsp;so they can draw what they see in their imagination).&amp;nbsp; The possibilities are endless.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Give a shout out and tell me one thing you are doing for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; today.&amp;nbsp; And you will be entered to win the three month subscription.&amp;nbsp; Make sure you have an email included in your entry so that I can contact you.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise you will have to rely on the announcement here on Saturday evening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The winner will be chosen on Saturday evening around&amp;nbsp;9pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A few people have asked lately about my blog and how it has grown, the advertising, the giveaway and review opportunities.&amp;nbsp; And I wanted to clarify that I do get a few random opportunities every once in awhile, but most of the time if I see something I like in life or am interested in, I think...&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, let's see if they would work with me.&amp;nbsp; I email them.&amp;nbsp; Like the &lt;a href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2011/06/learning-latte-2.html"&gt;Bialetti company for my espresso maker&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; From there, I find out if they are interested in my blog and go from there.&amp;nbsp; I like to stay true to the content of my blog, something that many bloggers suggest&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay.com/"&gt;thanks Shell&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; I find that reviews and giveaways require a deadline and become stressful for me.&amp;nbsp; So I don't seek them out too often.&amp;nbsp; But when something comes along that fits &lt;a href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/02/baby-item-carseat-canopy.html"&gt;my life&lt;/a&gt; , or looks like an opportunity that I could help get the word out on &lt;a href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/01/toy-review-blok-squad-building-kits.html"&gt;a product that our family really&lt;/a&gt; values then I get excited and go for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The last few giveaways I have had there have been less than 10 people that put their name in the hat to win.&amp;nbsp; And that is so funny to me.&amp;nbsp; Because hello, MOM!&amp;nbsp; You could totally win.&amp;nbsp; Ed makes sure I do the giveaway fair and square.&amp;nbsp; My friend Jessie has been waiting to win forever.&amp;nbsp; So, what I am asking is...take a second and enter the freakin' giveaway.&amp;nbsp; You can always give the item to a friend.&amp;nbsp; But if I have better engagement in the giveaways then better opportunities will come my/your way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Why am I posting this.&amp;nbsp; I have a really fun opportunity coming up this week and it was just done&lt;a href="http://simplekids.net/weekend-giveaway-sparkle-stories/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Now this is a&amp;nbsp;bigger&amp;nbsp;blog.&amp;nbsp; And I am getting to do the same review and giveaway.&amp;nbsp; HOW COOL IS THAT!?&amp;nbsp; She had close to&amp;nbsp;100 people enter to win.&amp;nbsp; So if only 10 of you enter, well that's fine.&amp;nbsp; Jessie might get&amp;nbsp;to win then :)&amp;nbsp; But I know there are more of you that could love up this next opportunity.&amp;nbsp; All I am saying, is you could TOTALLY win on my blog because I am small in the world of giveaways and review opportunities.&amp;nbsp; So give it a try. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I only take on things that truly interest me, my lifestyle, my kids, and you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Miss Syd has moved on to Cheerios.&amp;nbsp; That saves us a little moola.&amp;nbsp; A box of Cheerios is a lot cheaper than the smaller containers of those puff thingies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sydney is weaning.&amp;nbsp; And I thought it was going to be this emotional disaster for me...and it probably will still be that...but she is biting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A LOT.&amp;nbsp; And that my friends, makes weaning okay.&amp;nbsp; Her teeth are coming in and her sleep, nursing, and mood are all impacted.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Knitting continues and I am finding I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; I remembered what I was doing last night at class.&amp;nbsp; And I mastered "pearling" pretty quickly and found myself knitting in bed before sleep and was going back and forth between knitting and pearling.&amp;nbsp; And here's the big thing...I dropped a stitch/ made a mistake and I fixed it!&amp;nbsp; WOO HOO!&amp;nbsp; I think that is the big thing you have to be able to do...fix your mistakes.&amp;nbsp; The hat she chose for us to conquer in two class periods has all sorts of stitches so that we learn all these things...which is great, but it also means we didn't complete the hat like she planned.&amp;nbsp; So we were sent home with homework and will meet again in March.&amp;nbsp; In the mean time...I am going to get my homework done and then give a washcloth pattern my grandma used a try.&amp;nbsp; I have her knitting needles.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;My sister could have her baby today.&amp;nbsp; Just sayin'. &lt;br /&gt;
I so wonder if Eli will have a brother or a sister.&amp;nbsp; I just posted about the dynamic&amp;nbsp;that a brother and sister family hold....but the incredible relationship that comes with brothers is amazing.&amp;nbsp; I just wonder so much what she is having.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bought these dove chocolate hearts to make those peanut butter kiss (Christmas cookies)....&amp;nbsp; But I have nibbled most of the hearts up.&amp;nbsp; So the cookies might not happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got Henry a ski helmet and goggles.&amp;nbsp; He has to take a lesson before he gets to keep the helmet and goggles.&amp;nbsp; Lesson&amp;nbsp;sign up ...happening this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried a Zumba class this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I want to take every single one of my friends to experience it.&amp;nbsp; I sweat my bootie off and didn't even do half the moves.&amp;nbsp; It was inspiring and hilarious and a great workout.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Amy for encouraging me to tag along.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ed has new work challenges that will impact my day to day life a bit this week.&amp;nbsp; We'll survive and THRIVE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Miss Syd is napping and I have to go get Henry in 15 minutes. I HATE waking her up.&amp;nbsp; It is one of the hardest things a mama had to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But, I savored every single minute of this last hour and a half...and she needed it even more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am kinda caught up on laundry and it isn't heaped on the couch at the moment...it is folded and in baskets all over our room.&amp;nbsp; I am going to have the boys attempt to put their laundry away this evening.&amp;nbsp; They. CAN. DO. THIS.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I got to the gym for 45 minutes.  Made eggs and bacon for me and the kiddos.  Got the boys in the van for school without any tears or snapping.  Dropped Henry off.  Whipped into Target with Charley and Syd to grab a few groceries and get Charley's Valentines (more on that later).  Dropped off Charley.  Unloaded the groceries.  Got Sydney down for a nap.  Took a shower.  And blogged.  Is it 8pm yet?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Let's hear from you!&amp;nbsp; Give ME a glimpse at what's going on in your life.&amp;nbsp; What beverage would you order and what would you share.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day &lt;a href="http://ashleyannphotography.com/blog/2012/02/06/she-requested-it/"&gt;I read this post and I smiled&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
I smiled at the love that this big brother shows his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;
I smiled at the Lego picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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I smiled how the mom said, &lt;a href="http://ashleyannphotography.com/blog/2012/02/06/she-requested-it/"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My girl. I cherish that celebrating her girliness and wanting to be just like her big brothers coexists for her. I am super proactive with the boys that they celebrate her differences too. So far, we are doing good most days&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There is this negative connection with some of the princess stuff out there.&amp;nbsp; And the pink and the girlie....&amp;nbsp;That it can&amp;nbsp;hurt a girl's self-concept and self-esteem.&amp;nbsp; I suppose if it is abused.&amp;nbsp; But for me, a mama of a little girl who's greatest goal each day is to sneak behind the road blocks to get to the boys Lego bin and grasp them tightly in her little paws, hold them out to me, but retract her hand as quickly as possible when she sees me shaking my head and coming toward her... well for me, I think my goal as her mama is to celebrate her girliness while not stifling her desire to be just like her brothers.&amp;nbsp; To teach my boys to embrace the differences that come along with little girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We reorganized toys here yesterday, because the stress of keeping Miss Sydney away from the Lego's was getting to be too tough.&amp;nbsp; Legos liter all table tops, floor spaces, nooks, crannies, and even the kitchen counters.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes find them in my pantry or on the bathroom counter.&amp;nbsp; Miss Syd has this little Lego sensor that must tell her where they are located, because she finds the random ones that are "lost" in little corners of our house.&amp;nbsp; And every once in a while they make their way to her mouth.&amp;nbsp; And that is enough to give this mama a heart attack.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So the boys toys got moved and Miss Syd now has taken over the play area that is out in the living area of our house.&amp;nbsp; And I noticed that she really doesn't want to play with the kitchen toys, dolls, little doll house, or farm.&amp;nbsp; She wants to stand at the gate by the door to the toy room and yell to her brothers, "Let me in."&amp;nbsp; I can build just as good as you.&amp;nbsp;( I also know she is too little to play a lot of the stuff I listed and her desire to stand at the gate was more about her brothers.)&lt;br /&gt;
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My dream is that the relationship that Charley and Henry have, will open up and&amp;nbsp;celebrate the girliness that she deserves to be surrounded with, too.&amp;nbsp; The painted toes, the baby dolls, the princess wands, and whatever else magical and fairy related.&amp;nbsp; Because, I already know that she is going to dive right into the building blocks, Star Wars guys, Nerf guns, action figures....with her super girl cape on and play right along side her big brothers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't doubt they will be great customers to her restaurant, beauty salon, or grocery store.&amp;nbsp; And I know they will embrace the role of dog when she wants to play house...my brother made a great dog back in the day.&amp;nbsp; They will cheer her on as she&amp;nbsp;gives ballet a try, so that her mama can snap a few pictures of that adventure.&amp;nbsp; But they will also make her play hard in the yard with the soccer ball and football. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am excited to see their relationships build and grow.&amp;nbsp; Giving your child a sibling is one of the greatest gifts you can give them.&amp;nbsp; And the dynamic that a brother and sister can bring to a house is one that has so much possibility.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't napped.&lt;br /&gt;
I did give myself a half hour to veg on the couch during some random cartoon with Henry. &lt;br /&gt;
Syd is teething so Motrin is a must at 6:45pm and again around 4am. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been distracted by thoughts of my sister who could give birth any day now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our friend Colleen who is also due any day...maybe today.  And then&amp;nbsp;an acquaintance has been going through the adoption process....&lt;br /&gt;
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This has taken up most of my thoughts in the last 48 hours.  What an incredible and overwhelming&amp;nbsp;journey.  One that finds me thinking and trying to imagine the experience from all angles.  But the blessing in this story is that a brave birth mom had the courage to know when to make a choice that would give a little girl a happy life filled with love.  This little girl will thrive with a mama who has been dreaming of this moment for a long time.  I am sooooo sooo thrilled&amp;nbsp;for this&amp;nbsp;new family of four.  I don't even really know them, but I know that she has a tribe of mama friends who are so invested in her dreams.  Breathe in that baby's smell my friend.  Take it all in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whether you birth a baby or adopt, one day you are you and then all of a sudden your world is rocked by this little being who craves and needs you and you are no longer just you.&amp;nbsp; You are you, mama of this little miracle.&amp;nbsp; You are the proud mama of a baby girl.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the ride. &lt;br /&gt;
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Charley seems under the weather.  Poor guy.  It is hard when they can't or don't really tell you what is bugging them.  I have this worried feeling that part of tomorrow will be at the doc getting a throat culture.  His first strep experience...not excited about that...but at least it isn't the vomit train pulling up...&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't want to make dinner.  I made a dinner last night that I LOVED but it was too sweet for Ed and Henry wouldn't try it.  Charley ate it like the champ eater he is.  I thought we would have pizza tonight but we ended up throwing one of those in for our playdate this morning.  So we'll see what Ed feels like.  I am obsessed with Big Bowl's Kung Pou Chicken.  I ask them to make it less spicy.  Yum. &amp;nbsp; Otherwise Chipotle is always a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sydney's new obsession is the dishwasher.  If I open it...even if she is in another room....she stops, freezes, turns, and then bee lines it into the kitchen to investigate.  She tries to climb up in it.  And let's me know how frustrated she is when I move her away from it.  Mind you, I might be making the same frustrated growl at her...because filling or unfilling the dishwasher is not fun.  So I am trying to do it as fast as possible. &lt;br /&gt;
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The weekend is about to begin.&amp;nbsp; Dance party here.&amp;nbsp; Pandora's channel Kid's Bop is the ultimate!&amp;nbsp; WE ALL LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;
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We have Charley's basketball.&lt;br /&gt;
Home Depot Kid's workshop.&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to give Zumba a try.&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to finally watch the movie the Help.&lt;br /&gt;
And then Sunday is the Super Bowl...sadly, the Packer's aren't playing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would love to facetime with my sister while she is in labor on Saturday around 4pm.  Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;
Come on Raina, make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's going to bring you happiness this weekend? &lt;br /&gt;
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There is a dense fog covering our world ALL. DAY. LONG.&lt;br /&gt;
It kinda matches the way I have felt the last couple days. &lt;br /&gt;
For a few weeks I was so motivated to organize, purge, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
This week I am lost.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know what to do with myself and laundry and the dirty dishes just don't thrill me enough into action.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I ordered this dress for my brother's wedding.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Buying a dress online...very skeptical.&amp;nbsp; But the price was right and it is worth a try. &lt;br /&gt;
Wouldn't it be awesome if&amp;nbsp;it arrives and&amp;nbsp;fits perfectly and then I&amp;nbsp;could look JUST LIKE her&amp;nbsp;in June. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother sent me this &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/-CVYOCMpJRY"&gt;You Tube video&lt;/a&gt; for the boys.&amp;nbsp; It is cute.&amp;nbsp; It is Star Wars.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had luck posting You Tube stuff lately.&amp;nbsp; So here is the link in case it doesn't post below. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sydney is off on her naps today.&amp;nbsp; But we are surviving.&amp;nbsp; We did a Target run and got some necessities. &lt;br /&gt;
I also bought this:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.holylandbrand.com/home.html"&gt;HolyLand Jalapeno Hummus&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is HOLY MOLY is it delicious.&amp;nbsp; It was voted Best Spicy Hummus by Rachel Ray Magazine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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On Monday night I joined two moms who I met at ECFE for night one of knitting.&amp;nbsp; I think night one of two might turn into night one of three...because the six of us in the class didn't get as far on the hat as the teacher wanted.&amp;nbsp; So she might have to add a night.&amp;nbsp; But the hat will be for me.&amp;nbsp; I will wear it so proudly, if it turns out.&amp;nbsp; And I picked this color yarn.&amp;nbsp; I loved the evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://myhandsarefull.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/boring/"&gt;This gal&lt;/a&gt; that hasn't blogged for a long time, because she is off being a Matt Nathanson Groupie (kinda kidding) told me that 2012 she was going to say yes to things and do them instead of just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; She inspired me.&amp;nbsp; So when my new friend asked me to go learn to knit...I said Yes! and Ed said, "That's great."&amp;nbsp; Most supportive husband I know.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Meghan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My other "Say Yes in 2012" adventure has been joining the gym.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow I get my fat measured at 5:10 am.&amp;nbsp; Does that sound like a great time?&amp;nbsp; Lucky me though, I have a friend who is going along for the ride too.&amp;nbsp; It has been one week since I joined the club and I have gone three times to do classes or work out.&amp;nbsp; I went once to meet with a trainer and talk about my goals.&amp;nbsp; All four of these&amp;nbsp;things were done at 5am.&amp;nbsp; And my big realization, leaving the house that early is hard BUT lately&amp;nbsp;I would be up anyways.&amp;nbsp; And leaving the house to do something FOR me has been so empowering and mood altering.&amp;nbsp; Waking up to an alarm for the first time in years seems awful, but it is an alarm going off for ME!&amp;nbsp; It isn't one of the littles waking TOO early, up for the day, jarring me from my slumber.&amp;nbsp; It is different.&amp;nbsp; I am loving the quiet drive, the cool air, the upbeat class, and the return home to littles that have woken up and are excited to see ME.&amp;nbsp; When the heck does that ever happen.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Ed for taking on the morning.&amp;nbsp; The other realization.&amp;nbsp; When you get up that early you need more than one cup of coffee...because by 9 am...you have been up for 5 hours!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight we are having these two recipes from Our Best Bites cookbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2009/04/bacon-wrapped-teriyaki-chicken-skewers/"&gt;Bacon Wrapped Teriyaki Chicken Skewers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
with &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/06/lime-cilantro-rice-with-pineapple/"&gt;Lime Cilantro Rice with Pineapple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is Thursday.&amp;nbsp; The kitchen counter DOES NOT have a stack of dirty dishes on it at the moment.&amp;nbsp; The dishwasher is only half filled.&amp;nbsp; That means...I am finally caught up and hitting my stride with the kitchen mess.&amp;nbsp; There are only two loads of laundry to be folded on the couch, one load in the dryer, and at least 4 loads up in the hampers.&amp;nbsp; Half the jalapeno hummus is gone...saving a little for Ed to try.&amp;nbsp; Time to get some fresh air and walk to get Charley from "Cup Stacking"&amp;nbsp; ...yes, there is such thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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But we have also enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2009/12/overnight-sausage-and-egg-casserole/"&gt;Overnight Sausage and Egg bake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here are my thoughts on two of the recipes I tried this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2010/04/baked-chicken-bacon-alfredo/"&gt;Baked Chicken,&amp;nbsp;Artichoke and Bacon Penne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ed said three times last night that dinner was great...and he ate later than us ...reheated.&amp;nbsp; I also enjoyed this dish and so did Charley - he gobbled.&amp;nbsp; The alfredo sauce is interesting and my cookbook actually talks about being able to freeze it.&amp;nbsp; It does require a blender and mine is broken so I used my food processor and that was a tad messy.&amp;nbsp; This was a great meal!&amp;nbsp; And boy does it sound fancy when you tell people you made Bacon Artichoke Chicken Pasta!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2010/10/baked-potato-soup/"&gt;Baked Potato Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This was delicious and yummy.  EVERYONE liked it.  Henry isn't a big soup eater so he only had a tiny bit.  But Charley shovelled it like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same excitement she shows when a puppy comes trotting into the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is some squealing and some clapping and some floor slapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Grace was about to hit the road and Miss Syd was thinking she needed a little diaper change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So she helped herself to Miss Kim's diaper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she took it upon herself to make sure Miss Kim latched Gracie in nice and snug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gracie looks like she is looking at her mama saying, "Who does this chick think she is?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Gracie is snug in her carseat but the wind gets here sometimes.&amp;nbsp; And Kim was complaining about the blanket that she uses to hang over her carseat.&amp;nbsp; The blanket catches the wind so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had been given one of these &lt;a href="https://www.carseatcanopy.com/content/home"&gt;Carseat Canopys&lt;/a&gt; to review recently, but Miss Syd grew out of her infant carseat too quickly.&amp;nbsp; So I was waiting for a little to come so I could try it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we buttoned it up top the handle.&amp;nbsp; And Kim loved the cute buttons (that actually latched with velcro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one side is decorated black and white so obviously that side goes on the outside but both agreed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;That flipping it so baby could see the busy pattern worked too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other side is a cozy soft material. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Syd gave it some good tugs and played a little peek-a-boo with little Gracie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Miss Kim then stated that this was a GREAT tool for mama's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I really wish I would have had one when I was toting Miss Sydney around last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can go &lt;a href="https://www.carseatcanopy.com/cart#canopies"&gt;here to check out all the fun materials&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They also have the cozy insert that you can add to to canopy cover.&amp;nbsp; Or you can just get the canopy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Syd slept through the night!&amp;nbsp; WOO HOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will finally make it to ECFE class (Thanks to a little help from Lynelle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I met with a trainer this morning to talk goals for exercising.&amp;nbsp; So today my body rests.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8 hours of uninterrupted sleep- check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Coffee -check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shower -check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They spent almost the entire day at the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I popped over to see them in action I think about the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that right now it is a lot of work for Ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They stayed on the bunny hill most of the day because that is where Henry needs to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the not too distant future Ed will have two boys who will hit the slopes with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is a pretty exciting thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get a little jealous watching the fun and adventure that they have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sometimes get caught up in the day to day mothering...and I see Ed's interactions with the kids as sometimes less about the daily grind but more about the moments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moments that are so thrilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moments that bring being a daddy to the next level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though I wouldn't give up the day to day grind with the kiddos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to find some hobbies and little adventures to just plain enjoy with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry is ready for an official ski helmet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our big&amp;nbsp;puzzler is whether the kiddo would participate independently in a lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wouldn't do the tennis lesson last summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is too expensive to sign him up for this...if he isn't going to take in the full experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did say many times that evening, "Hey Charley, wasn't that fun skiing with daddy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we'll see.&amp;nbsp; February is a month full of potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I will now focus on getting my knee stronger so that I could take a lesson or two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And when Sydney is ready....we can all enjoy the slopes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wishful thinking...we'll just have to wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few links that I have loved recently.&amp;nbsp; I included a small snippet from each post to lure you to read them.&amp;nbsp; They all made me think, nod, or smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://my--fascinating--life.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-blame-post-feminism.html"&gt;You are reason enough to take care of yourself.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by My Fascinating Life&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;When mothers look at our lives, it's easy to talk as if the only excuse to  help ourselves or improve anything is because it ultimately  helps our children.  I don't think men talk like this. I think that when a man wants to, say,  go  running, he just says that he wants to go running and shuts the door behind him.  When a woman wants to go running, she usually has to find some reason why making  the time to go running is going to make her a better mother (I'll be a better  mother if I get some endorphins; I'll be a better mother if I have  some time to myself) before she will let herself lace up her shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://m.examiner.com/k-12-in-topeka/in-what-other-profession"&gt;In What other Profession&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; by David Reber&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;If that entire attitude weren’t bad enough, what other profession is legally held to PERFECTION by 2014? Are police required to eliminate all crime? Are firefighters required to eliminate all fires? Are &lt;span style="color: #336699;"&gt;doctors&lt;/span&gt; required to cure all patients? Are lawyers required to win all cases? Are coaches required to win all games? Of course they aren’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt; For no other profession do so many outsiders refuse to accept the realities of an imperfect world. Crime happens. Fire happens. Illness happens. As for lawyers and coaches, where there’s a winner there must also be a loser. People accept all these realities, until they apply to public education.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt; If a poverty-stricken, drug-addled meth-cooker burns down his house, suffers third degree burns, and then goes to jail; we don’t blame the police, fire department, doctors, and defense attorneys for his predicament. But if that kid doesn’t graduate high school, it’s clearly the teacher’s fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Loved these thoughts on Pinterest&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://amandamagee.com/2012/01/pining-to-pin/"&gt;Pinning to Pin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by the Wink&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Pinterest is for you, not for business, not for popularity not for anything other than a place to stow things that make you smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mindsetformoms.com/"&gt;Mindset for Moms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I bought this e-book this week and I LOVE it so far.&amp;nbsp; Just quick short chapters that inspire&amp;nbsp;me think differently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;As I began to learn how to choose my mindset with more intention, I found that much of my life also started to change…from the way I felt physically, to the way I handled challenges, to even the home we now live in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Life isn’t perfect, but it is incredible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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*off to the ski hill to watch Charley thrive and Henry give it a go for the first time...and Daddy be Super Daddy while he juggles his two little future ski dudes.&amp;nbsp; Actually he just called and said it might not be good to come watch because it is crazy parking and busy there.&amp;nbsp; So we'll see ...what I get to see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
*Time in the kitchen making yummy freezer meals for those we love.&lt;br /&gt;
*Still avoiding the squat position....but trying to force it to keep it stretched out. &lt;br /&gt;
*Tomorrow, I am determined to make the 5:30am morning class, then&amp;nbsp;we register Henry for preschool next year, trying something new.&amp;nbsp; We have friends visiting for the day, and tomorrow night I become a knitter....well, we'll see.&amp;nbsp; BIG day for this mama.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Sleepy:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone is having trouble sleeping past 5am. Daddy - check, Sydney - check, Henry- check, Mama worrying why everyone can't sleep - double check.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Thankful:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Thank&amp;nbsp;you Daddy duty for allowing this mama to sleep a wee bit longer this morning.  This means 7am folks.&amp;nbsp; Nothing crazy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Wise:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; 8am basketball for the boys - since Miss Syd needed an 8am morning nap.  For the Love of Naps...this mama knows when not to push her daughters nap any later.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Sore:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; A new sports bra or two might be purchased.  If I can walk out the door.  My first Barbell class yesterday has me looking at the stairs with tears and taking laundry out of the washer in a very odd way (possibly looking like I am trying to do a fancy balance beam move with one leg fully extended behind me while arms out like airplanes, bending without bending...make sense?)...Basically, I am avoiding squats.  But man does it feel good.  And man am I proud of myself.  You could ask the 3-4 people who I keep reminding that I worked out yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Hopeful:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Two of our three male people might hit the ski slopes.  Ed said, "Yes, Sarah.  If you keep working out your knee could handle skiing and I would love to someday take a family ski trip."  And that my friends, is motivation to make the man that married me happy.  This girl is going to strengthen this knee so that in a few years I can ski with the rest of them...at least for an hour or two and then hit the spa.  Baby bump days are over.  Time to get these knees ready for the slopes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Craving:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I need some pineapple chunks to make some chicken kabobs that are tempting me. They involve bacon.  yummmmm. bacon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Sipping:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will continue drinking water.  Yesterday I got 60 oz. in.  I think it is good.  It helps to have a big water bottle filled and sitting on the counter.  It really helps. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; I watched the chick flick Morning Glory last night.  It was okay.  It kept me distracted from Words with Friends or sleeping.  I LOVED the music in the movie.  So some downloading of songs and taking off my Christmas music on the blog might happen today. (i'll try raina)&amp;nbsp; NEW MUSIC ADDED.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Planning:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Indian Jones Wii game is calling this mama and so Charley and I will conquer another level of that at some point. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Anticipating:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; And Henry - the kid is exhausted most of the time these days.  So we will find some time to snuggle on the couch and read some of the new library books that we picked out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Admitting:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Even though it is really hard to hear, I am really appreciating when Ed points out when I am getting snappy for silly things with the kids.  Team work.  The ebb and flo of helping each other be our best.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Feeling:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; My sister had some happy days and emailed my mom and said, "I have so many good things to look forward to."  I wish I had been part of that email.  boo :(  But I LOVE hearing her happy.  I love when those around me are happy.  I have been happy, when my hormones aren't making me feel otherwise.  Happy.  YOU!  Be.   &lt;br /&gt;
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Our Saturday is mellow, unplanned, and open for adventures.  &lt;br /&gt;
What's on your Saturday bucket list?&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning my email gave me this message from &lt;a href="http://www.screamfree.com/site/PageServer?pagename=201006_Parenting"&gt;Hal, of Scream Free Parenting&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There is something especially pernicious about bedtime issues. The kids are tired (although they sure as heck won’t admit to it), you’re tired (and you certainly have trouble hiding it), and like oil and water these two things just don’t mix. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think children are afraid that all of the good stuff in life happens after they go to sleep. They will pull out all the stops in order to squeeze out a few extra minutes. Before the bedtime announcement, a child can be as content as can be. Afterwards, they suddenly are in need of water, a snack, a book, more time for homework. They move in slow motion as they clean up (if they even do) and they find any excuse in the book to engage you in a conversation as to why they aren’t tired. It can be so aggravating. &lt;br /&gt;
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But aren’t we much the same? How many times have you been on your way to bed only to be lured to the glow of the television or the hum of the refrigerator? How many times do you know that you need to get some sleep, but you remember an important email you forgot to send? Too often, we expect more from our children than we do from ourselves. And this leads us to treat them with disdain and disrespect. Recognize that they are not all that different from you. Their lego project is every bit as important as your sales proposal, so don’t spring bedtime on them and expect them to drop everything and run upstairs. Start the bedtime process way earlier than you think you need to (for both of you!) and that way you can actually enjoy yourself along the way to dreamland. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Bedtime is bedtime here.&amp;nbsp; We have good nights and rough nights.&amp;nbsp; Ed does the boys almost every. single. night.&amp;nbsp; Bless him.&amp;nbsp; But this is his time with them.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes I rush them and that's not fair.&amp;nbsp; Ed does notice that I have a short fuse by bedtime, and I think it is&amp;nbsp;obvious why the day ends this way for me.&amp;nbsp; I have been "on kid duty" all day.&amp;nbsp; Negotiating, entertaining, balancing, unfortunately bartering and arguing with human beings under the age of 8.&amp;nbsp; I am exhausted...mentally.&amp;nbsp; And by bedtime it is hard to realize the precious opportunity that this time of day offers...if we let it slow down and happen more peacefully.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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But this comment in my email today also reminds me that throughout the ENTIRE day, my children are little humans who have these needs that they often times have to verbalize and get help with.&amp;nbsp; Things like curing their hunger and thirst.&amp;nbsp; Help in the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Permission for playing with certain things like markers and play dough and paint.&amp;nbsp; And this is all normal and developmental.&amp;nbsp; But sometimes I think, wow, how exhausting to have to ask for help with so many things.&amp;nbsp; To have to verbalize having your needs met...all. the time.&amp;nbsp; It has to be hard.&amp;nbsp; And to be brushed off with a "just a second."&amp;nbsp; Must be frustrating.&amp;nbsp; Even though on the mothering end...it is only fair that you get to finish what you are doing before you hop up to get them another glass of water.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My point.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I forget that how I talk to my children wouldn't feel very nice...if someone was talking to me like that.&amp;nbsp; And that makes me really sad.&amp;nbsp; And yet, as moms and dads, we have to give ourselves breaks when we get frustrated and say things in a too harsh a tone.&amp;nbsp; I try to always remember that my tone says more than what I am actually saying.&amp;nbsp; And if I went to Target and asked where I could find the ranch dressing and the store lady rolled her eyes and said in a snotty tone, "I'll be there in a minute" and then a minute passes, so I ask again.&amp;nbsp; And she responds, "Right there!&amp;nbsp; Geez, open your eyes. Same place it was last time you were here."...well now, I would probably cry.&amp;nbsp; So today, I am admitting:&lt;br /&gt;
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My name is Sarah.&amp;nbsp; I am a mama of three.&amp;nbsp; I sometimes am tired and frustrated having to communicate with&amp;nbsp; human beings that often times can't rationalize.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes I use a tone that isn't the best choice.&amp;nbsp; BUT, I am also known to apologize to my children.&amp;nbsp; And I think that - makes us all learn from our time together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Charley's teacher emailed today and said that a mom emailed saying, "her son has come home the last few days talking about a boy named Charley.&amp;nbsp; Charley asks him to play at recess, is kind sitting next to him in class, etc."&amp;nbsp; And his teacher said, "he is such a good role model."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A reminder, that our low moments as parents can be low.&amp;nbsp; But they are just moments.&amp;nbsp; And as long as we are reflecting and always striving to do our best - those low moments don't overshadow all the good we do during on our mothering journey.&amp;nbsp; And getting kind comments from outside the family mean the world and they prove that we are doing it right...some of the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful that my children have a daddy who can pull out just enough patience at the end of most days to try and fully experience the potential of the bedtime routine.&amp;nbsp; And how lucky we are that we can remind each other or relieve each other when our patience isn't there.&amp;nbsp; Slowing down, allowing more time, like Hal says, are solutions for responding to your child's needs ALL. DAY. LONG.&amp;nbsp; not just at bedtime.&amp;nbsp; Leaving the house.&amp;nbsp; Cleaning up toys.&amp;nbsp;and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt; This is linked to &lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay.com/2012/01/pour-your-heart-out-what-it-feels-like-to-fall-in-love.html"&gt;Shell's Pour your Heart out&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/113/86902EFDCD17557C09C111249BE27873.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340082987538484299-3330320638558287484?l=fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~4/q3NUATbli-A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3330320638558287484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340082987538484299&amp;postID=3330320638558287484&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/3330320638558287484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/3330320638558287484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~3/q3NUATbli-A/time-and-tone.html" title="time and tone." /><author><name>For the Love of Naps - Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694659976017646924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAGlSvQ3akE/S9EF1_XVZYI/AAAAAAAAA98/g18MFnbqVA8/S220/boys1bwx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z19BxnYZ8AI/TyF25r2pq7I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Z7Gjj7mNBGA/s72-c/oldest.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-and-tone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YAQno7fyp7ImA9WhRUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340082987538484299.post-2009875266956179570</id><published>2012-01-25T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:52:23.407-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T13:52:23.407-06:00</app:edited><title>Saying Hi</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn1buo32fa0/TyBb3b777jI/AAAAAAAAEXI/R0SV-pOO61o/s1600/hi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vn1buo32fa0/TyBb3b777jI/AAAAAAAAEXI/R0SV-pOO61o/s640/hi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or as Sydney would say these days, "Hi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things have settled after our fun weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is a little run down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama has a head cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry has an annoying cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sydney is still teething.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy seems to be on the mend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charley is just wiped out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00t-cRWVWms/TyBbrYMuhEI/AAAAAAAAEWw/gNQXbWUKDwU/s1600/hi3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00t-cRWVWms/TyBbrYMuhEI/AAAAAAAAEWw/gNQXbWUKDwU/s640/hi3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we haven't done much this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We only leave the house to get groceries, take kids to school, and that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are playing with new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And continuing on this month's goal of simplifying spaces ...organizing and purging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1yYhNIDOUQ/TyBbyIAOVTI/AAAAAAAAEW8/oKLvT5VcpOQ/s1600/hi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a1yYhNIDOUQ/TyBbyIAOVTI/AAAAAAAAEW8/oKLvT5VcpOQ/s640/hi2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing deep to report. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just sharing some new pics of our 1 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can't manage the one step down to our living room space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But! she can get up and down off her new chair (made by her Grandma Charlie).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always stay close though, because as you can see it is a wee bit big at the moment for this little girls tushy.&amp;nbsp; It is adorable though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2jvH7g4pbQ/TyBbldbVG_I/AAAAAAAAEWk/LSs4NygVnaw/s1600/hi4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2jvH7g4pbQ/TyBbldbVG_I/AAAAAAAAEWk/LSs4NygVnaw/s640/hi4.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Wednesday and babies are arriving soon or have recently arrived&amp;nbsp;for many that I love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so exciting to live through the anticipation and wonder of who these little ones will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that...I am pondering a Baked Potato soup that a friend recommended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am pondering a craft or learning activity to challenge Henry with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am pondering putting my feet up and just closing my eyes to the sound of Curious George for a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see what happens next in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's new with you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1n37N8ybes/Tx8knpC94cI/AAAAAAAAEV0/lg2R4R8DLKI/s1600/pinewood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c1n37N8ybes/Tx8knpC94cI/AAAAAAAAEV0/lg2R4R8DLKI/s640/pinewood.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Charley's car.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6zknB_YfV0/Tx8kcm1BhUI/AAAAAAAAEU8/7mlw7F8cEPo/s1600/pinewood8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6zknB_YfV0/Tx8kcm1BhUI/AAAAAAAAEU8/7mlw7F8cEPo/s640/pinewood8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIP1HmmC8Z8/Tx8kh2nnSZI/AAAAAAAAEVc/wO66U_zfZlM/s1600/pinewood4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NIP1HmmC8Z8/Tx8kh2nnSZI/AAAAAAAAEVc/wO66U_zfZlM/s640/pinewood4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Charley's car on the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_81RJCfoVc/Tx8kf241P3I/AAAAAAAAEVU/fOBNv7fxgqw/s1600/pinewood5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_81RJCfoVc/Tx8kf241P3I/AAAAAAAAEVU/fOBNv7fxgqw/s640/pinewood5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Charley's car...side by side his little brother's car.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you heard me right.&amp;nbsp; They now let little siblings (girls or boys) race their cars too.&amp;nbsp; And they can even win awards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Henry's car on the track.&amp;nbsp; (I will let you imagine whether he is in the lead...or not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3zUHwukDoI/Tx8kez4aH2I/AAAAAAAAEVM/lao8v0sE2hM/s1600/pinewood6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3zUHwukDoI/Tx8kez4aH2I/AAAAAAAAEVM/lao8v0sE2hM/s640/pinewood6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charley was blessed with quite the cheering section...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both sets of his grandparents and his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcjGdtijwdI/Tx8kd5Os9pI/AAAAAAAAEVE/QYKvbcqFwyI/s1600/pinewood7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcjGdtijwdI/Tx8kd5Os9pI/AAAAAAAAEVE/QYKvbcqFwyI/s640/pinewood7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they weren't cheering&amp;nbsp;for Charley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or dreaming about the winning trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IcYE3Nt1PM/Tx8kT8mV_CI/AAAAAAAAEUM/EX8aPC3Uil0/s1600/pinewood95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IcYE3Nt1PM/Tx8kT8mV_CI/AAAAAAAAEUM/EX8aPC3Uil0/s640/pinewood95.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were busy being entertained by the birthday girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSqDunz_p-k/Tx8kkf5VPYI/AAAAAAAAEVk/PXByiAo5FN4/s1600/pinewood3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSqDunz_p-k/Tx8kkf5VPYI/AAAAAAAAEVk/PXByiAo5FN4/s640/pinewood3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice Grandma Barb trying to coax a puff from Miss Syd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDVLs9mVsQ/Tx8kmCGPAoI/AAAAAAAAEVs/x8iNR85HM9g/s1600/pinewood2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDVLs9mVsQ/Tx8kmCGPAoI/AAAAAAAAEVs/x8iNR85HM9g/s640/pinewood2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone held her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CvSpoDogwI/Tx8kUkyvM6I/AAAAAAAAEUU/KG7BxjV2eiU/s1600/pinewood94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CvSpoDogwI/Tx8kUkyvM6I/AAAAAAAAEUU/KG7BxjV2eiU/s640/pinewood94.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4U3N4gPR-4/Tx8nGgxSIGI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/_-aEj0q76uY/s1600/pinewoodbob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4U3N4gPR-4/Tx8nGgxSIGI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/_-aEj0q76uY/s640/pinewoodbob.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They didn't even turn on all the lights in the church.&amp;nbsp; We sat gathered around the priest and I felt like he spoke mostly, to the boys.&amp;nbsp; Sydney was happy and interested in everything.&amp;nbsp; She didn't cry during the water part.&amp;nbsp; She was intrigued by the priest - and he was AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; When he spoke he almost seemed to be directly talking to the boys.&amp;nbsp; Henry sat, spellbound, soaking it all in.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing to watch.&amp;nbsp; He didn't move.&amp;nbsp; His hands were clutched.&amp;nbsp; It almost made me cry.&amp;nbsp; Other people caught his intense interest too.&amp;nbsp; It was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We chose Sydney's grandparents to be her Godparents.&amp;nbsp; We decided with child three would could do things a little different.&amp;nbsp; We had to pick two official Godparents, Grandpa Bob and Grandma Charlie, and Grandpa Ed and Grandma Barb are honorary grandparents too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It was&amp;nbsp;perfect that they let us schedule her baptism with less than two weeks notice.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;perfect that all the grandparents made it here this weekend, since snow almost kept my parents away.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect that the priest was so splendid.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect that Miss Sydney was happy through the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect that I had a dress that I had bought when she was first born and she finally got to wear it.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect that we had time to take pictures, drive home, all change into jeans, and head to the derby on time.&amp;nbsp; It all just worked out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, mirror in the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can the child within my heart rise above?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I handle the seasons of my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I've been afraid of changin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I've built my life around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But time makes you bolder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even children get older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm getting older too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landslide - Fleetwood Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't shake it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sad feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it isn't sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, it's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Syd is our last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last year at this time we were once again in awe of the miracle of 10 perfect toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skin to skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiet moments mixed with the excitement of her meeting those we love most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We fumbled once again through those beginning hours when you panic and wonder if you need the nurse to help change the diaper or listen to her breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the biggest thing that makes me sad today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEVER again will I wonder if we are having a boy or girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't ponder names with Ed and get to tell my mom and sister the name we chose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get the chance to have a baby, because I know that in itself&amp;nbsp; is such a gift and not always a given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you do, I can not speak enough about the amazing experience of wonder it is when you wait to find out the sex of your baby. &lt;br /&gt;
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The moment when the doc lifted Miss Sydney up and Ed looked at me and it was a girl. &lt;br /&gt;
She was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;
or He was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;
Remarkable. moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It leaves everyone anticipating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It leaves you so excited and on edge those last couple weeks when you are so uncomfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are VERY few things in life - none really, that are truly a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if I could make the choice for others I would choose surprise everytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that it isn't a choice that everyone chooses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, as I sit here kind of teary about being done with "baby" days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really am so glad that all three of our little tribe members were TOTAL surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that is one of the things I am most sad to be done with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wonder, anticipation, and surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful to have Miss Sydney in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And maybe it is completely wrong to feel more sadness today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt no sadness on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, I just am a little in awe that our year of baby Sydney is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am also so excited to continue seeing who she becomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether her little twirling toes will find their way into ballet slippers or soccer cleats...or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If her obsession with the boys tiny Lego's will fade and if the adorable baby dolls that she has already accumulated will begin to fascinate her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If her little strawberry golden locks will be worn in a pig tail or pony tails...will she have bangs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my littlest continue to be petite...still only a wee 18 pounds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am trying to remind myself that there is still so much to wonder about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many surprises yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend while my mom and I were assembling the egg bakes on Saturday night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to describe this feeling I have lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At night as the day closes I have this excited feeling about the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am literally, excited for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sometimes even wake up in the middle of the night and can't sleep because I can't wait for the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong...when Henry wanders in at 5:45 and asks to get up - I can barely open my eyes...probably because I was up for an hour so excited to wake up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And do not think that every day is full of splendid moments of joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many moments are stressed or crabby.&amp;nbsp; snappy.&amp;nbsp; Do over moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But ultimately, each night I am honestly, so excited about the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope the feeling lasts forever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember feeling it a month ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember not feeling.&amp;nbsp; But I am really aware of it these last couple a weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I am realizing that a big part of my personality thrives on the idea of new starts, surprises, and enjoying the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, even though I am feeling sad today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait until tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; When she is 366 days old.&lt;br /&gt;
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*I want to reiterate that I am not judging or saying that finding out the sex of your baby is a wrong choice.&amp;nbsp; I am not. AT ALL.&amp;nbsp; I actually love finding out what others are having.&amp;nbsp; haha!&amp;nbsp; Today, that is just one of the things I am sad I will never live through again.&amp;nbsp; The surprise.&amp;nbsp; BUT, I am aware that I will have friends,&amp;nbsp; nieces and nephews, and grandchildren who will surprise me.&amp;nbsp; But meeting HER for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Or Charley or Henry...just remarkable.&amp;nbsp; And that is my point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is most likely the last post for today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our birthday party day was full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was worried I would be too busy in the kitchen to be present in the moments of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The morning kicked off with Charley heading to basketball practice with Grandma Charlie, Daddy, and Henry.&amp;nbsp; Grandma Barb and Grandpa Bob finishing their drive.&amp;nbsp; And my mission was to make sure Miss Syd got a wee bit of a nap, since there wasn't a guaranteed afternoon snooze happening.&amp;nbsp; I relished the quiet morning before the hustle began.&amp;nbsp; I joked that it might be a day where I wore a whistle, used a clipboard, and used airplane guy signals ushering everyone to and from cars with detailed instructions on where they were heading next.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the amazing thing.  And last night, Ed admitted this too.  The day actually ended up being quite relaxed.  Each adventure had time to sit and be present in the moments.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;After basketball Miss Syd appeared in her tutu and onesie.  And all of us smiled. &lt;br /&gt;
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We celebrated Miss Syd with gifts.&amp;nbsp; Lasagna lunch.&amp;nbsp; and Cake.&amp;nbsp; Things were simple.&amp;nbsp; Someone asked a while back about birthday party themes for first birthdays.&amp;nbsp; I am not a theme girl.&amp;nbsp; My nursery was never themed for my babies.&amp;nbsp; I planned to decorate so that they could grow into their room and make it fit their personality.&amp;nbsp; Birthday parties only have themes when they are older and have an opinion.&amp;nbsp; So for baby girl Syd...I went with the colors of green and pink...which kinda floppped where the cake was concerned.&amp;nbsp; And I just focused on a few small touches that made her day...hers.&amp;nbsp; The tutu, the onesie, a fun cake, and balloons.&amp;nbsp; The guests were her loved grandparents.&amp;nbsp; And it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We pigged out on lasagna, seven layer salad, and home baked french bread...&amp;nbsp;which is a great meal choice because you can make it ahead and the extra reheats perfectly or freezes nicely to be enjoyed later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I sure would have loved to have more family and friends there, our door would have swung wide open to welcome all that love Miss Syd.&amp;nbsp; But with the winter weather, the far travel for many aunts and uncles, and the idea that simple was right this time...we kept it small.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There really wasn't an overwhelming moment during the day for Miss Syd (or her mama).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At Christmas Miss Syd had a clingy personality and hardly went with anyone else unless I was out of sight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Saturday, I barely got&amp;nbsp;to hold the girl.&amp;nbsp; She went from grandparent to grandparent and it was lovely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the birthday we headed off for a 3 pm baptism.&amp;nbsp; Our girl was surrounded by her godparents...also known as her GRANDparents.&amp;nbsp; From the baptism we went for an exciting evening of Pinewood Car racing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There isn't much more I can share about the "birthday" part of her day.&amp;nbsp; It was perfect.&amp;nbsp; I was present.&amp;nbsp; And that's how it should be....right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/113/86902EFDCD17557C09C111249BE27873.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340082987538484299-1187190313179111673?l=fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~4/-k17JrUlF34" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1187190313179111673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340082987538484299&amp;postID=1187190313179111673&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/1187190313179111673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/1187190313179111673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~3/-k17JrUlF34/present.html" title="present." /><author><name>For the Love of Naps - Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694659976017646924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAGlSvQ3akE/S9EF1_XVZYI/AAAAAAAAA98/g18MFnbqVA8/S220/boys1bwx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czXnCp6nhwM/Tx2hIn23tlI/AAAAAAAAERs/Nhs2ebDptVo/s72-c/gifts5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/01/present.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBR30zeip7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340082987538484299.post-7506529580604636739</id><published>2012-01-23T10:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:32:36.382-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T10:32:36.382-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sydney" /><title>the. cake.</title><content type="html">So ordering a cake over the phone, not making it yourself, means it STILL doesn't turn out exactly like you wanted.&amp;nbsp; I had asked that if there was pink in the sprinkle mix to accent the dots on top with pink, green, and yellow.&amp;nbsp; Some how blue got written down.&amp;nbsp; Kinda disappointed since this was the year to force the pink into the theme.&amp;nbsp; (I am not a theme girl)&amp;nbsp; But it ended up matching her bib perfectly.&amp;nbsp; And it was delicious. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry was concerned whether she wanted us all to sing. (since he preferred we not sing to him on his fourth birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was not a moment of hesitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She grabbed it with two hands right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But didn't know to taste it until daddy showed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5A2i1pNCe5E/Tx1yGy_HKmI/AAAAAAAAEPo/QQVU_USAE7M/s1600/cake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5A2i1pNCe5E/Tx1yGy_HKmI/AAAAAAAAEPo/QQVU_USAE7M/s640/cake2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she liked it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gave MANY big cheesy smiles to all that surrounded the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PraHTz_wgro/Tx1yHpZregI/AAAAAAAAEPw/tc8PIlFPNEk/s1600/cake3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PraHTz_wgro/Tx1yHpZregI/AAAAAAAAEPw/tc8PIlFPNEk/s640/cake3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is into flinging her food lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there was some definite flinging going on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My off white curtains behind her are proof of her flinging skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was all good, except for the curtains....until she rubbed her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then there was no question that the girl was going to hit the tub immediately following the cake experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She actually didn't ingest all that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it looks like she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of all three of my kids, she did the cake up the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charley's red frosting proved to be crazy messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Henry was very careful to pick off the Hen words off his cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Miss Syd used two hands and dove in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wish for you in life is that you dive in-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with two hands and an open heart-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ready to experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and immerse yourself in the good all around you.&lt;br /&gt;
Because, life is delicous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Miss Sydney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2340082987538484299-7506529580604636739?l=fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~4/m2YO0ulsr6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7506529580604636739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2340082987538484299&amp;postID=7506529580604636739&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/7506529580604636739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2340082987538484299/posts/default/7506529580604636739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ForTheLoveOfNaps/~3/m2YO0ulsr6M/cake.html" title="the. cake." /><author><name>For the Love of Naps - Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12694659976017646924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MAGlSvQ3akE/S9EF1_XVZYI/AAAAAAAAA98/g18MFnbqVA8/S220/boys1bwx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkZFyjH9nu8/Tx1yb6A-SaI/AAAAAAAAERU/fFtsoGzvSVk/s72-c/cakecoll2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fortheloveofnaps.blogspot.com/2012/01/cake.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRXk5eyp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2340082987538484299.post-5856125157256438979</id><published>2012-01-23T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:18:04.723-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T08:18:04.723-06:00</app:edited><title>sneak peeks...actually, my goal all day...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypnhib7r4UA/Tx1rZmq3K8I/AAAAAAAAEPY/9x6i8MCF5zg/s1600/cake9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypnhib7r4UA/Tx1rZmq3K8I/AAAAAAAAEPY/9x6i8MCF5zg/s640/cake9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we all felt like this after eating the delicous cake. Slightly confused at what just happened, yearning for more (Henry cried when his piece was gone), and ready for a nap.  Last night Ed and I finished off the cake, feeling a little guilty that we should wait until today...but really, last night when we were eating it was exactly when I went into labor a year ago...so I enjoyed the cake and moment remembering.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am confused about how to properly celebrate today.&lt;br /&gt;
A one year old doesn't expect much, if anything on her first birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;
Saturday was her party, cake, present day. &lt;br /&gt;
Today, I feel like is for me. &lt;br /&gt;
First BIRTHdays are almost more for the mama.&lt;br /&gt;
I will soak it in. &lt;br /&gt;
Remember being in the hospital with her daddy and enjoying the quiet and newness of her. &lt;br /&gt;
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So my hope, to take a few minutes every once in awhile and share a few glimpses of our weekend celebrating our pretty girl.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Man, am I glad we had her.&amp;nbsp; She really is a joy. &lt;br /&gt;
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So stay tuned.  Keep checking back.  It is snowing and daddy has been in the car for almost two hours and isn't even half way to work.  I hope he has some good sports talk radio on.&lt;br /&gt;
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