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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A flower.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;To You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;alentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elliana {and her mama}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-5876106819842797768?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/UBpT0u82HkI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/5876106819842797768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=5876106819842797768&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5876106819842797768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5876106819842797768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/UBpT0u82HkI/happy-v-day-from-elli.html" title="Happy V-day from Elli." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxx3yn6V6C8/Twu1eXDj_TI/AAAAAAAAB64/E5Vp0Ra7n2M/s72-c/Untitled+5.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/happy-v-day-from-elli.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNQn04eyp7ImA9WhRaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-865059147097502867</id><published>2012-02-13T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:09:53.333-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T16:09:53.333-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elliana album" /><title>Being present.</title><content type="html">This post was written on &lt;b&gt;January 6th&lt;/b&gt;, 2012, about a day at the park with my daughter. The pictures are actually not from this day {as I have posted them in a previous post}, however these are recent pictures of my girl and I "hanging out" outside. Something we &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to do. Something I enjoy &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt;. It is by far one of my favorite things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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January 6th, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
It was the most beautiful day we had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
In fact, it was the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;amazing day of winter.&lt;br /&gt;
60 degrees, &lt;b&gt;sunny,&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;i&gt;not the slightest of a breeze.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? We couldn't have asked for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;
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So without hesitation, I took this opportunity to take my daughter to the park.&lt;br /&gt;
She woke up from her morning nap, ate her lunch, drank her milk, and got her warm cozy little outfit on as well as her new shades. &lt;i&gt;Because every 1 year old needs to be stylish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The park is in our neighborhood, but a good mile down the road, so we decided to take the car there.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as I took her out of her car seat and placed her on the ground, she immediately lit up. Happy as can be.This whole walking outside? Without being carried? Is a whole new world to her. And she loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We first went onto the swings. The "baby" swings kind of scared her, and she gave me the signal right away that she wanted out. So we tested out the adult swings with her sitting on my lap. And to my surprise, she was so content and happy. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giggled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I could tell she was enjoying the beautiful weather just as much as I was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After that we tested out the playground, went on a few slides, and just explored the area. She just loved touching everything and seeing all the things that the park had to offer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Above all else, she enjoyed the walking. Oh that girl just walked. And walked. And just when you thought that she couldn't walk anymore... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;she walked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. More. All around. Back and forth. Here and there. All over again. &lt;i&gt;And then repeat again 5 times&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And in the midst of all the walking... I got to thinking. Here we are, in a neighborhood full of over 1,000 homes, beautiful weather, and we were the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; ones at the park. 2 hours in. What was wrong with this picture? I was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I completely understand that there are other circumstances, reasons, priorities, and commitments that may be a legitimately &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; reason for their absence.&lt;br /&gt;
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However. &lt;i&gt;Not a single one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bhnhKF7JsI/TydU91XmYWI/AAAAAAAACfk/XCaUVSo4rHM/s1600/Untitled+4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bhnhKF7JsI/TydU91XmYWI/AAAAAAAACfk/XCaUVSo4rHM/s1600/Untitled+4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay wait, there was one, I lied. &lt;br /&gt;
A mom showed up to the park about an hour into us being there. She had a son and a daughter with her. And her headphones in.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's right. The kids ran off to play {probably 4 and 2 years old if I had to guess}, while the mom was texting and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm going to judge here. Because this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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The laughter that I heard coming from those little bodies? &lt;b&gt;Absolutely adorable&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contagious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Toxic&lt;/u&gt;. Watching them play? Was so beautiful. &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt; about a child playing is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the thought of a mother not only closing them off by not &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; at them, but also not &lt;i&gt;hearing&lt;/i&gt; them. Just &lt;i&gt;disturbs&lt;/i&gt; me, and makes my skin kind of boil. And what if something were to happen to them? How would she know. &lt;i&gt;How could she hear?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No worries, this "time" with her children on the absolute most gorgeous day in January only lasted 15/20 minutes. And off they went. &lt;i&gt;After the kids were pleading and begging mom to stay just a little bit longer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I must admit, &lt;b&gt;at least&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;she came to the park. Because she was &lt;i&gt;the only&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;one that did.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It tore my heart to pieces. And made me appreciate and &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt; my time with my daughter that much more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today reminded me that these moments go by &lt;b&gt;so so fast&lt;/b&gt; and they grow up right before our eyes. That a child playing is art in itself. And their laughter can warm &lt;i&gt;anyone's&lt;/i&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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And most importantly, to be &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt; in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our children grow up right before our eyes, in what seems to be, just seconds. Doesn't mean I like it. Doesn't mean that I don't wish I could do something about it. But it is a part of life. And what do we do? We deal with it.We make every moment count.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sure.&lt;/i&gt; We get "busy" in our lives. We have other obligations, other priorities, and sometimes we cannot devote that time, 100%, that we would like to with our children.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm guilty. We are all guilty. But days like this also remind me to just let the "little" things go, get outside, and enjoy my daughter and the beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because, how could you not? &lt;br /&gt;
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When you have something like this in your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-865059147097502867?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/b7lBfgYLW_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/865059147097502867/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=865059147097502867&amp;isPopup=true" title="30 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/865059147097502867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/865059147097502867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/b7lBfgYLW_s/being-present.html" title="Being present." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcG3nhsQHAA/TydT031urpI/AAAAAAAACfM/K1jHPMojaMw/s72-c/Untitled+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>30</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/being-present.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIERn4_fCp7ImA9WhRaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-2759956676193322434</id><published>2012-02-11T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:08:27.044-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T17:08:27.044-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Life lately.</title><content type="html">Just wanted to jot down some things scattered in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;
Things going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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The 3 of us signed up for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;swim classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Okay, &lt;/i&gt;it's for &lt;b&gt;Elli&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be in swim classes.&lt;br /&gt;
But it's going to be a family affair. Starts in April. Ends in June. &lt;i&gt;{We haven't broke the news to E yet}.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is it weird that I am a bit nervous? I want her to do well. I want her to &lt;i&gt;behave&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;herself.&lt;br /&gt;
And I have nightmares that my child is going to &lt;i&gt;act out&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Please, tell me I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you ever get an idea in your head? Something you want to write about? Something you want to share? And then you &lt;i&gt;sprint&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the computer to at least &lt;b&gt;jot it down&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;so that you won't forget about it. Yes?&amp;nbsp;I have &lt;b&gt;so many&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;drafts in my blogger. And lately? &lt;i&gt;So much&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to talk about/share.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now. To finding the &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to do it all...or at least &lt;i&gt;finish&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the ones I started.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are planning a family vacation for this summer. Most likely it will be Mexico. Possibly the Dominican. And? My fam dam is coming along. Mom, dad, and sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a vacation.&lt;/div&gt;
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February is a really busy month for me. I have a lot going on. Plus? I signed up for &lt;b&gt;overtime&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;at work this month. A &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;times. I haven't done that since I was pregnant {almost 2 years}.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm also excited that next month is March. Which means we're that much closer to SPRING, better yet &lt;b&gt;Summer&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E has been such a character later. &lt;/i&gt;She has a personality as big as Russia {ha.} And her sassiness is completely ridiculous. I have a feeling she is taking after me more and more every day... and &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt;? That's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;She's a big girl&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by the way. &lt;b&gt;15 months&lt;/b&gt;. {Her monthly post to come}&lt;br /&gt;
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We got new bedroom furniture a couple weeks ago and we are in the process of remodeling our room. It's kind of exciting, and I can't wait to finally have it done. It's almost been 2 years since we moved into our home, and this room has been neglected far too long.&lt;/div&gt;
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After we get that done, I'm hoping we can do the bathroom next. After that? We will &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; be completely done with her home remodel {until we find another project to do}.&lt;/div&gt;
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We are supposed to go out tonight for a couple's dinner with a friend of mine and her bf. I worked last night. Which means... I need to catch up on sleep. But I am super excited to have a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;couples&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;night. It is &lt;/span&gt;much&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;needed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I need to get a root canal done. It's not one where it's hurting. &lt;i&gt;Not one of those&lt;/i&gt;. But it's because one of my molars is chipped {has been chipped since I was pregnant}, and the dentist {who I despise}, suggests I get one done before I get my crown put on. &lt;i&gt;Oh the dreaded phone call to make the appointment&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I just need to suck it up and do it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having this tooth fixed is the last thing on the list.&lt;br /&gt;
What list?&lt;br /&gt;
The get-this-done-before-we-have-another-baby list.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;list.&lt;br /&gt;
We are talking about it. &lt;i&gt;Really talking about it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
It's time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It's been time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-2759956676193322434?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/A5YP-hslMA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/2759956676193322434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=2759956676193322434&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/2759956676193322434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/2759956676193322434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/A5YP-hslMA0/life-lately.html" title="Life lately." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/life-lately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQXk9cCp7ImA9WhRaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-3998703882920258140</id><published>2012-02-10T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:08:40.768-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T17:08:40.768-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thursday randoms" /><title>Thursday, err, Friday Randoms</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
Yes. I do realize that it is Friday. And my randoms post is usually on Thursday.... But things are a little off this week with the craziness of the link-up going on. So bare with me... this little blog of mine will be back to normal next week {&lt;i&gt;I hope}.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So. Onto &lt;b&gt;randoms&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;As usual, &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;goes. All things random.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y little shopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That would be E. Over the weekend, Andrew and my MIL went out to lunch then shopping for the day.&amp;nbsp; We were mainly looking for items for our new bedroom that we are remodeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Elliana was &lt;b&gt;fabulous&lt;/b&gt; in the stores. However... out to lunch? At Panera? She was a hands full, &lt;i&gt;to say the least&lt;/i&gt;. Girlfriend does not like to sit still for one second. And when you try to make her? The temper tantrums then come out.&lt;/div&gt;
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And me? I get all hott and nervous inside. &lt;i&gt;Lets.Get.Out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Adults play.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh friends, we had such a great weekend. Husband and I had my &lt;i&gt;best friend &lt;/i&gt;over {who lives in Chicago}, and I&lt;b&gt; finally&lt;/b&gt; got to meet her boyfriend for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well. Let's just say everyone had a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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A shot here. A shot there. Beer. Wine. You name it, &lt;i&gt;we drank it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And what happens when boys try to prove their &lt;i&gt;drinking power&lt;/i&gt;? They both wind up puking all night/day and being worthless. &lt;b&gt;Lovely&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that would be us. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Kissey face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Can we please talk about how, &lt;b&gt;before baby&lt;/b&gt;, Andrew and I took like ten million trillion pictures together {and most of them looking something like that}. And &lt;b&gt;post baby&lt;/b&gt;, there are like zero? We get &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;one every couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's kind of depressing and I need to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Appetizers are the best&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So instead of making dinner that night {Saturday night} we made a bunch of appetizers. We hung out in the kitchen all night and &lt;b&gt;munched&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most the food? Was gone by morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, it was a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; calorie-filled night and now I need to not eat for a couple of days. Or weeks. Maybe months.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oy.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this would be a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;picture of Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the ground passed out that night. You know...&lt;br /&gt;
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When girls get together and drink? They gossip, and make it a &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;social event.&lt;br /&gt;
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When guys get together and drink? It's all about &lt;i&gt;who can drink the most&lt;/i&gt;. Silly boys. And silly Andrew, as I was stuck cleaning up his "mess" that night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Baby sleeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why is a baby sleeping the most adorable thing in the whole entire world?&lt;br /&gt;
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E sleeps in all sorts of funny positions. Every night that we check on her she is in a completely different spot. 10 minutes later? She can be again on the other side in some awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;
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I probably have over 100 pictures of my phone of all her different positions.&lt;br /&gt;
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And i &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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And since we are all about the "passed out" pictures. Can we please talk about how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I passed out at 9pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the other night on the couch? We had just put E to bed at 730... hubby and I got all cozy on the couch together... turned on our favorite shows... and what do you know? I am out &lt;b&gt;cold&lt;/b&gt;. I literally don't remember a thing after that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I needed to catch up on some sleep, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Okay.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who is sick and tired of me posting pictures of my food yet? It's been almost a daily thing around here... &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the desserts. More specifically, the banana cake and lemon cake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which, can I just say, it had been like 6 months since I made either one. And in the past 2 weeks? I have made them like 6 times... &lt;i&gt;if not more&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this last time? Was for the work superbowl party... and it was a &lt;b&gt;hit&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of food. I tried &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/chicken-and-cheese-lasagna-roll-ups/3-r-60638"&gt;this new recipe&lt;/a&gt; out this week... and it is like &lt;b&gt;up there&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;list. Like up HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;
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I loved it! The whole family loved it. Husband? Well he would have much preferred it be stuffed with turkey, better yet, &lt;b&gt;beef&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But mama over here had to make sure it was &lt;i&gt;somewhat&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;healthy, so chicken it was.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tweaked&lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/chicken-and-cheese-lasagna-roll-ups/3-r-60638"&gt; the recipe&lt;/a&gt; a bit... 2.5 pounds chicken, 9 lasagna rolls, a bunch of spinach, no white pepper. Mozarella cheese on top, topped with basil. &lt;b&gt;PERFECTION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Jamie on the Bachelor&lt;/b&gt;. OMG. Did anyone else squirm in their seat the whole time during their &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;"kissing session."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the most awkward thing in the whole entire world. I could not believe what I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is this girl serious? Was this really happening right before my eyes? Do we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; give instructions to kissing?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Oh poor poor Jamie. And the worst part? It was caught on national television.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wow. I don't even have words to express how amazing &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/our-love-story-link-up.html"&gt;this link-up &lt;/a&gt;has been and how much fun it has been to read your guys' stories. Even though, I have SO much more reading to do. I am only 25% through the stories {actually, much less}. Every time I read a story, another one gets added on. And obviously life doesn't stop. But I will get through them, even if it takes a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many of you have told me how much you guys liked it and how you have found some great blogs through it. &lt;i&gt;That is so awesome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So how's that for random. Time for me to go to sleep as I worked last night... and wait, hold on, I'm working AGAIN tonight {&lt;b&gt;overtime&lt;/b&gt;}. Why? Because they are &lt;b&gt;super short. &lt;/b&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt; like that {ha}. But really, there are some &lt;i&gt;dollar signs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;attached to the &lt;i&gt;bonus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for doing so. How &lt;i&gt;could I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;say no?&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's just hope I don't regret this decision later. And we won't talk about how I picked up another OT shift on Sunday. Oh no, we won't even go there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-3998703882920258140?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/luxZqfEdDnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/3998703882920258140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=3998703882920258140&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3998703882920258140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3998703882920258140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/luxZqfEdDnE/thursday-err-friday-randoms.html" title="Thursday, err, Friday Randoms" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwbS82Olj98/R_4IiA1mjCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HqGQ-XkZzNo/s72-c/passed_out_corgi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>27</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/thursday-err-friday-randoms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFR3k-fCp7ImA9WhRbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-5326654093354325002</id><published>2012-02-09T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:23:36.754-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T09:23:36.754-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elliana album" /><title>Pictures worth a thousand words.</title><content type="html">I had a different post scheduled for today, but decided to post another one instead. One that really gives a glimpse of what my life is truly all about.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't talk a lot, as the title of this post is "pictures" worth a thousand words. &lt;i&gt;Not words worth a thousand words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I do want to say this. I am so grateful that two years ago I started blogging. That two years ago, I decided to open my life up to the world and keep a record of our day-to-day joys, blessings, struggles, and challenges in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And that &lt;b&gt;two years later&lt;/b&gt;, I am a completely different person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am making a book out of my blog, and this brings all sorts of joy into my heart. I cannot wait to one day sit back and read through and relive some of the amazing memories of the past two years. No, I will not be putting "giveaways" and "random" posts in there. Those will be filtered out. But our life? Our pictures? Us being us? Those are going to be treasured. Permanent. &lt;i&gt;A record for us to keep&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many people out there are skeptical of blogging. Many will laugh at it. They have their own views and opinions on the matter. Often times people think that we are over-exposing. Or perhaps "telling too much." But, I have to disagree here. Whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blogging is much more than just writing down your recipes. Your fashion ideas. Giving advice, tips, and ideas to others. Blogging is &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;more than just that. To me, blogging is all about feelings. All about being &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;True to you&lt;/i&gt;. And writing down &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;mark in the world. It may not be anything grande to you now, but it will mean the world to you &lt;i&gt;later&lt;/i&gt;. It will mean even more to &lt;i&gt;your children&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;grandchildren.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Blogging &lt;b&gt;can also make an impact&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in someone's life. We have the ability to &lt;i&gt;influence&lt;/i&gt;. The ability to &lt;i&gt;inspire&lt;/i&gt;. And at the same time&lt;i&gt;, we ourselves&lt;/i&gt;, have the ability to &lt;b&gt;learn&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;from &lt;i&gt;one another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of my posts will tell a story. Sometimes they will be funny. Sometimes they will be serious. Other times, I may post just "random" things going on in our lives... and often times? They will bore you to pieces. But that's okay, because these are moments &lt;b&gt;i don't ever want to forget&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And then there will be times when I like to post things on my mind. Write down my feelings. Pour my heart out. Put it all out there. Because we all need a little reminder on what life is &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;all about.&lt;br /&gt;
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And lastly, there will be times when I post an enormous amount of pictures of my daughter {like today}. Yes, it's because I love her to pieces and can't get enough of her. And yes, it's because I can't possibly choose &lt;b&gt;just a couple&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to share. And yes, you are right, I am a &lt;b&gt;proud mom&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But why do I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do it?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's because I am capturing every piece of beauty in her. Every bit of &lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in her. The details. &lt;i&gt;The little things&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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And blogging? Well that is what it's &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;about. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**thursday randoms will be tomorrow {aka friday randoms}**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-5326654093354325002?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/YTXu449J8tM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/5326654093354325002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=5326654093354325002&amp;isPopup=true" title="40 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5326654093354325002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5326654093354325002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/YTXu449J8tM/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html" title="Pictures worth a thousand words." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gG0V_fEc0M/Tw0ITdts7uI/AAAAAAAAB9o/4sxBirkcMrU/s72-c/Untitled+4.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>40</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/pictures-worth-thousand-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHR3g-fCp7ImA9WhRaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-4232852848557491539</id><published>2012-02-08T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:08:56.654-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T17:08:56.654-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giveaway" /><title>Valentine's Day: Giveaway Time</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;First. I would just like to start off by saying THANK YOU for all that have entered their &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/our-love-story-link-up.html"&gt;love stories&lt;/a&gt; so far. And if you haven't yet, the&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/our-love-story-link-up.html"&gt; link-up&lt;/a&gt; is open until Valentine's day! It was such a joy to read your love stories {I'm only a quarter of the way through them... so it will take me a few days to hop around}, and I received such great feedback from you all about the link-up. And for that? I thank you times a million.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Hearing your kind words, &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;melts my heart. Each and every one. Every comment. Every tweet. The emails. I love it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And I have to apologize if it takes me a while to respond to you all... life has been hectic lately... and it's only going to get more hectic. Bare with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;That being said, today I have a giveaway for you guys! It's been a while don't you think? I have partnered up with&lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt; Erin&lt;/a&gt;, a consultant of &lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt;Perfectly Posh &lt;/a&gt;to giveaway a &lt;b&gt;Pampering Set&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to one lucky winner. In addition, due to the amazing love and support that I have received from you all, I am throwing in a a little something myself for the giveaway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So winner? Gets all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;So let's start by talking about what &lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt;Perfectly Posh&lt;/a&gt; is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; contacted me about doing a giveaway for the company she works with, Perfectly Posh, I had to be honest here... I had never heard of it. So the first thing I did? I researched.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is it. What do they make, what do they stand for? And most importantly... is this something that I could see myself using?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So when &lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; offered to send me products to review, I was totally all for it. &lt;i&gt;Girlfriend &lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;her some free products.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I wanted to know more. Besides, reading something on the internet can only get you so far. And I'm totally a &lt;i&gt;visual learner&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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As you can probably tell. Those little chubby fingers &lt;b&gt;do not&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;belong to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, they belong to my dear &lt;b&gt;Elliana&lt;/b&gt;. And that is because as soon as the package arrived, &lt;b&gt;she had&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have her hands on it. &amp;nbsp;Why does this not surprise me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend loves free stuff as much as mama does&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what I got:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-weight: 800;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sweet Crazy Daisy {milk bath ball}, The healer {100% shea butter},&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sassyooma {satin cocoa butter}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I enjoyed each product. I love lotion a lot so the satin cocoa butter was the biggest hit. I will probably run out of &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;soon. It's light, smooth, and the smell is just right {nothing strong, but definitely noticeable}.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My husband? Enjoyed the milk ball bath the most. And probably because he had a certain someone enjoying it with him... I wonder who &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;was ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/396362_10101143075464538_13717585_64371540_1354370859_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/396362_10101143075464538_13717585_64371540_1354370859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;A word from Erin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Perfectly
 Posh is a brand new company that launched in October of 2011. Becuase 
no one has heard of Perfectly Posh before, the marketing for this 
company has been fantastic. What women doesn't want to hear more about 
pampering products and such? &amp;nbsp;There are currently less than 520 
Perfectly Posh consultants in the United States, so that leaves about 
700,000 customers per consultant. This is a fantastic time to join my 
team and be on the front line of a ground breaking
 company.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of Perfectly Posh's products are made right here in the United States.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="display: inline ! important; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfectly
 Posh is proud to say there are no parabens, no animal bi-products, no 
animal testing, no SLS, no gluten or soy in their products.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The products are filled with vitamin E, which makes your skin feel fantastic."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman','new york',times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" src="http://www.perfectlyposh.com/images/categories/proddovey.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman','new york',times,serif;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winner wins:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lovey Dovey set (a $29 value) which includes: &lt;b&gt;Pink 
Vanilla Massage Mud, Bubble Love Bombinator &amp;amp; a Lovey Dovey Soap Set
 (pink, sparkling &amp;amp; Vanilla Confetti).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman','new york',times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;***Also, if you would love to join Erin's team&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;, it's only $99.00 to start and you can email her here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;more details!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;Check out Erin's specific consultant site and see all that Perfectly Posh has to offer. Perhaps even join the team and make a career out of it! Let me know if any of you buy anything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In addition to the lovey dovey&lt;/b&gt; set that the winner will win, I will also throw in a &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;60 dollar certificate to &lt;a href="http://shop.calinana.com/"&gt;Calinana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://shop.calinana.com/images/AKN6035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://shop.calinana.com/images/AKN6035.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;**I was not paid to write this post. The review is my opinion only, and I was merely given a product to reivew. Calinana did not provide the gift certificate.**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;**THE ONLY MANDATORY THING TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY IS THAT YOU VISIT &lt;a href="http://www.perfectlyposh.us/posherin"&gt;ERIN'S WEBSITE&lt;/a&gt; AND TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVORITE PRODUCT IS**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/our-love-story-link-up.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkqHXfVXb9k/TxJjOe1VkMI/AAAAAAAACOc/fVNbSYHd9_s/s1600/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LINK UP NOW through VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am so excited to open up this link-up to you guys and read your love stories. It's one of my favorite things to read when I look at a blog, and it's a great way for me to get to know my readers more. And for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; to get to know &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; more. If you don't already know some of these things... here they are! You can either just tell us your love story, or there are questions that are listed for you below to grab and answer. Our&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;love story&lt;/i&gt; is right below the questions. Hope you enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken Ladies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
1. How long have you and your significant other been together?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
2. How did you meet? &lt;i&gt;{What's your "love" story?&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
3. If married, how long have you been married? If not, is this the guy you hope to marry? {&lt;i&gt;do tell&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
4. If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; If not, where would you like to get married? And will it be big or small?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do share!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.&lt;/div&gt;
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7. Tell us how he proposed? Or your &lt;i&gt;ideal&lt;/i&gt; proposal?&lt;/div&gt;
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8. Is he a &lt;i&gt;flowers and teddy bear&lt;/i&gt; kind of guy for v-day, or &lt;i&gt;strawberries&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;champagne&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and rose petals&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;
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9. Are you a &lt;i&gt;sunset dinner on the beach&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;kind of girl, or &lt;i&gt;pop&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a movie in and relax on the couch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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10. Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. &lt;i&gt;If you could do &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; Go anywhere?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine's Day. &lt;/div&gt;
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12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine's day?&lt;/div&gt;
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13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love. &lt;/div&gt;
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14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Show us a picture of what love means to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
1. What is the best date you have ever been on?&lt;/div&gt;
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2. What is the worst?&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Have you dated a complete &lt;i&gt;woozie&lt;/i&gt; before? If so, tell us more!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
4. What do you plan on doing this V-DAY?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
5. Show us something that you are loving these days.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Do you prefer chocolates and roses, or jewelry?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;
7. Show us a picture of what love means to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. How long have you and your significant other been together?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Andrew and I celebrated our&lt;b&gt; 6 year&lt;/b&gt; "together" anniversary on January 30th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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2. How did you meet?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHORT VERSION:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We met our freshmen year {second semester} at Purdue University. I had switched roommates my second semester {because the my original roommate and I had clashed}, and decided to room with a &lt;b&gt;complete stranger&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;On one of the first weekends back to school, my new roommate Laura and I had gone to &lt;b&gt;two separate&lt;/b&gt; parties. When we came home around 1 am, she asked if two of her &lt;i&gt;good guy friends growing up&lt;/i&gt; could come over for a little bit? &lt;i&gt;"Um. Sure."&lt;/i&gt; Well, these two friends show up, and what does Laura decide to do? Why, she decides to hop into bed and go to sleep, leaving me with these two strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;One which happened to be a talker {my Andrew}. And a talking he did. Talk talk talk. Until &lt;b&gt;5 am&lt;/b&gt;. The whole time, I am thinking &lt;i&gt;"oh m g someone save me, i'm so tired!"&lt;/i&gt; His roommate {the other guy there, but you wouldn't know since he just sat there pissed off}, kept saying the same thing. "Lets go man."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally they left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We met up a week later at a party we both went to... and well... a shot, here, a shot there, and a first kiss... the rest? Is history.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After we started dating, I found out from his friend that when he walked out that door the first night we met... he said to him "&lt;b&gt;She's going to be mine." Blushes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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3. If married, how long have you been married?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It will be &lt;b&gt;3 years&lt;/b&gt; in August.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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4. If you are married, where did you get married at?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We got married in Maui, Hawaii. &lt;b&gt;Just the two of us :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do share!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do we ever! I don't think I could even list them all, but I will definitely list a few of the "popular" ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burby. Baby. Honey. Love. Bee-bop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He's &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt;. He is the &lt;b&gt;biggest heart&lt;/b&gt;. He &lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt; me and my daughter more than anything on this earth. And it &lt;i&gt;shows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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7. Tell us how he proposed? &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Andrew proposed to me in the &lt;b&gt;bath tub&lt;/b&gt;, in a hotel, on our 3rd year anniversary, right before dinner. He just &lt;i&gt;couldn't wait&lt;/i&gt;. So &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; like Andrew. Obviously there are &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; details... but no need to share those ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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8. Is he a &lt;i&gt;flowers and teddy bear&lt;/i&gt; kind of guy for v-day, or &lt;i&gt;strawberries&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;champagne&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and rose petals&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Can I say neither? &lt;i&gt;Ha. &lt;/i&gt;I made up the questions. Well, he's totally more of a &lt;i&gt;dinner date night&lt;/i&gt; type guy. But if I had to choose between the two, definitely the &lt;b&gt;flowers and teddy bear&lt;/b&gt;. With &lt;i&gt;champagne&lt;/i&gt;. And a hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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9. Are you a &lt;i&gt;sunset dinner on the beach&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;kind of girl, or &lt;i&gt;pop&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a movie in and relax on the couch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Both.&lt;i&gt; Depending on the situation. &lt;/i&gt;If we are celebrating something? We like to go out, and &lt;b&gt;go big&lt;/b&gt;. Otherwise, I am a total homebody and would much prefer to stay in and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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10. Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. &lt;i&gt;If you could do anything?&lt;/i&gt; Go anywhere?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'd love to travel to Europe with Andrew for 4 weeks. Obviously this wouldn't happen until our kids are older, but it's on our "must" list when we are &lt;i&gt;older.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;We actually haven't decided yet. I think I want to have a little "fancy" dinner at home as a family of 3. Dress up. Candles. mMmMm this sounds nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine's day?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nope. We are saving right now for a vacation... so the money that &lt;i&gt;would have been spent&lt;/i&gt; will go towards our vacation money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Respect. My best advice I could give anyone. A piece of advice that I struggle with day in and day out. But it is truly one of the most important things in a relationship. To honor each other. Appreciate one another. Respect each other. Be that persons &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;biggest fan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Show us a picture of what love means to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was a good day. Today as was also a, &lt;i&gt;wow&lt;/i&gt;, did I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; just do that &lt;i&gt;kind of day&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing bad. Nothing &lt;i&gt;over the top&lt;/i&gt;, but still, one of those &lt;b&gt;"ah-ha&lt;/b&gt;" moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, how people tell you not to do something... then you do it... and then you realize &lt;i&gt;after the fact&lt;/i&gt; that it probably was not that good of an idea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah. I had one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, to start off with, Andrew had the day off work today. That is &lt;b&gt;awesome. &lt;/b&gt;One? Because I worked last night and the night before, so this mama? Needed to catch up on some sleep. And two? Because when is it &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; awesome to have the husband around an extra day of the week? Am I right, or am I right? {&lt;i&gt;I'm right}&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know why I even bother though {with the sleep thing}, even if he is home, even if he is willing to do all things baby related... I just can't let myself sleep in and miss out on anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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So when I came home from work? I hung around, ate breakfast with the fam, and played until it was time for E's bedtime. And then? We all took nap. Once E woke up, Andrew got her ready for the day, and then I woke up shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure, it would have been easier for me to just &lt;i&gt;go back to sleep&lt;/i&gt;. And yes, it is &lt;b&gt;extraordinarily &lt;/b&gt;hard to get out of bed when you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; should be sleeping. But again, I do it because &lt;i&gt;I want to&lt;/i&gt;. I can't miss out on a single moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, I had &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; made my mind up that morning that today was going to be a &lt;b&gt;family park day&lt;/b&gt;... and the weather? Well it was pretty much &lt;i&gt;begging&lt;/i&gt; us to go outside and enjoy it. So that? We did.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We got E ready first. &lt;i&gt;That was fun&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I just say one thing&lt;i&gt;, please&lt;/i&gt;? Why in the world is dressing a baby, er, toddler the most challenging thing in the world. It's bad enough putting one a simple shirt and pants... and oh ya, &lt;b&gt;socks&lt;/b&gt;. But a jacket, coat, and shoes?&lt;br /&gt;
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You might as well be witnessing world war III.&lt;br /&gt;
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And by the screams coming from the child? &lt;i&gt;The whole neighborhood must think so too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's just pause this story for one moment and take in this beautiful picture. Is it &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt; or what. Hubby, papa, with his precious little munchkin. Enjoying the &lt;i&gt;gorgeous&lt;/i&gt; weather and beautiful scenery. &lt;i&gt;Seriously&lt;/i&gt;? It doesn't get much better than &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay. Where was I? Oh yes. We &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; all got ready. I whipped out my diaper bag. Threw in every &lt;b&gt;goody &lt;/b&gt;you could possibly imagine {&lt;i&gt;snacks, water, toys, bows, gloves and hat &lt;b&gt;just in case&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;, and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided to go to &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; neighborhood park that we have. It's more of a "public" park, but our lake and homes in our neighborhood are straight across. And it's walking distance. &lt;i&gt;Although, we used our time wisely and drove.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So we basically had the park all to ourselves {what else is new... &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt; seems to come out of their homes these days... &lt;i&gt;regardless&lt;/i&gt; of this &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt; winter that we have had thus far}. &lt;br /&gt;
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Elliana did her usual... prancing around &lt;i&gt;investigating everything&lt;/i&gt;. God, I love this child. She just &lt;i&gt;takes it all in&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; has the &lt;b&gt;biggest&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;cheesiest&lt;/i&gt; smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She gets into everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While smiling along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E. &lt;i&gt;Obviously&lt;/i&gt; enjoyed herself. When does she not when she is outside? She is a &lt;b&gt;total outdoors&lt;/b&gt; girl, and I am loving it.&lt;/div&gt;
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The funny/ironic thing about all this? That I have &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; been this way... but since having E? I want to be outside &lt;b&gt;every day&lt;/b&gt; {almost} with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She loved the swings. The jungle gym part. The geese. &lt;i&gt;Everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And then? While she's standing there and I'm flashing pictures of her... I realize that she started to pause. &lt;i&gt;Looked at me&lt;/i&gt;. Stopped breathing. Got red in the face... and started grunting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yes. My daughter was in the midst of taking a &lt;i&gt;you know what&lt;/i&gt;. Right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good thing this mama over here brought her diaper bag, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Wrong&lt;/b&gt;. I searched, and searched, and searched. &lt;i&gt;For the love of&lt;/i&gt;.... where are the diapers?! Oh no. &lt;b&gt;Oh yes&lt;/b&gt;. No diapers. Zip. Zero.&lt;br /&gt;
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So that was that. We had to wrap up our &lt;i&gt;day at the park&lt;/i&gt;, all because of a mama fail. Although we had already spent a good amount of time at the park already, I would have liked to have spent a little more.&lt;br /&gt;
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No worries. We headed home so we could play outside &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; {just outside our house} while Andrew &lt;b&gt;GRILLED OUT&lt;/b&gt;. That's right, grilled out in the beginning of February. How amazing is that?&lt;br /&gt;
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And as I am sitting in the car looking through the amazing pictures of our &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; day {or hour} at the park... I catch some of the pictures that Andrew took.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I just add one thing in here? &lt;b&gt;Men?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Should not be allowed to have the camera&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Althouuugh&lt;/b&gt;... he did accomplish &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; thing. And that was catching my "ah-ha" moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay here we go...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me and the babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swinging&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reminder {for me looking hideous} I have had little sleep...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no shower... and threw on &lt;b&gt;whatever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Notice anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Surely, this will give it away...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this will be your face when you see the next picture...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Okay okay. I really won't show you.&lt;br /&gt;
But lets just say that is an up close and personal picture...of the mom booty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which first, I said to husband..."honey, why would you zoom in on THAT"&lt;br /&gt;
and then I said..."Yikes. I probably should not wear leggings as pants ever again."&lt;br /&gt;
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Because that, is a crime in itself.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;----------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;p.s. don't forget about the &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/whats-your-love-story-link-up-info.html"&gt;v-day link up&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow! tell us your love story!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-1005816381953200700?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/7wSw3cyQdic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/1005816381953200700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=1005816381953200700&amp;isPopup=true" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/1005816381953200700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/1005816381953200700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/7wSw3cyQdic/i-commited-crime-you-might-as-well-call.html" title="Family day and big No No." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YyiDATe37o/Tyy2UVJUseI/AAAAAAAACik/B0xSXpH8sZI/s72-c/Untitled+4.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/i-commited-crime-you-might-as-well-call.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YASHs9cSp7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-146681655931303956</id><published>2012-02-05T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:39:09.569-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T08:39:09.569-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diy link-up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diy" /><title>Top 5 DIY "love" crafts</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In no particular order, these are the 5 crafts that I picked out from the DIY craft link-up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://pineapples-n-pickles.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-day-bunting.html"&gt;1.Tiffanie&lt;/a&gt;: What a creative little way to dress up the mantle for v-day. And it is truly simple! Go check out &lt;a href="http://pineapples-n-pickles.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-day-bunting.html"&gt;her craft&lt;/a&gt; and some other v-day details around her home.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://my-scenery.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Aliya&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/a&gt; made another wreath which she makes look so easy. She has a great tutorial on her blog. Go &lt;a href="http://my-scenery.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to visit the craft and see further instructions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://racheldillard.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-diy-extravaganza.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Rachel&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/a&gt;made the most elegant looking &lt;a href="http://racheldillard.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-diy-extravaganza.html"&gt;heart wreath&lt;/a&gt; that has inspired me to make one of my own! Now to decide whether to make it in pink or red?! Decisions. Go &lt;a href="http://racheldillard.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-diy-extravaganza.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her craft. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://eandnreyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/pintervention-seven.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;Nicole&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/a&gt; is miss crafty over here. This is so simple but so chic and I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to make this for my home. She even suggested to take this wood peace and maybe use your last name. Wouldn't that be a fabulous idea? I think so. &lt;a href="http://eandnreyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/pintervention-seven.html"&gt;Go see the details!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://myhappilyeverafter8-27-11.blogspot.com/2012/01/diy-craft-of-month.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Lauren&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/a&gt; made such a creative and thoughtful craft for her honey.She used an old window frame and put letters in them for every year they were together... want to know what she puts in the letters? &lt;a href="http://myhappilyeverafter8-27-11.blogspot.com/2012/01/diy-craft-of-month.html"&gt;go find out&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuesday February 28th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be the next craft link-up.&lt;/div&gt;
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The theme: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/diy-of-month-new-link-up-info.html"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Something Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can be anything that makes you think of "&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/diy-of-month-new-link-up-info.html"&gt;green.&lt;/a&gt;" Can be St. Patrick's day related. Can be "environment" related. Household products {going green}. Or it can be any craft with the color green in it. Even if it has just a little tiny part of green... it applies. Take it how you will, and get to crafting :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thursday Randoms. The day of the week where we talk about all things &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt;. Things that happened this week. Things we did this past weekend. Thoughts on my mind. Reality TV junk. Picture dumps. Elli updates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is off limits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anything goes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So if you are looking for "life" updates. This is the day to find it. You can also find me on twitter and instagram {frommrstomama} for updates as life happens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If you ever have any questions about anything listed in Thursday randoms, just aks in the comments and I will try to answer them either through email, or on the following "Thursday Randoms" Post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mama and baby&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;This my friends is the exact reason why I chose to switch from day shift to night. Because I get to &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;miss a moment with my precious daughter. We have the most fun together. We giggle all day. We roll around on the bed. And &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is my &lt;b&gt;best friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am &lt;i&gt;so so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lucky to be her mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our bond is so strong already, and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us. She is my &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2011/01/feasting-fridays-v1-baked-salmon.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salmon dinner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Is always one of my favorites in this house. We have it about 1-2 times a month, and I always enjoy making it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We discovered this salmon recipe last year and it's hard for me to try any other kind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Super easy, quick, and lick-fingering-tasty-good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like to serve it with mashed potatoes with an assortment of veggies. Sometimes I will serve it with rice. Recipe &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2011/01/feasting-fridays-v1-baked-salmon.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E and C.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Girlfriend follows this nugget around the house all day long.&lt;br /&gt;
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She even follows him into the cage. But then she forgets that she is no longer a little itty baby and tries to stand up and knocks her little noggin.&lt;br /&gt;
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It doesn't bother her. As long as she can be with her puppy dog, then that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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C? He really would much rather be left alone. #partypooper&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bedroom furniture&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why yes friends, hat would be a big furniture in front of my house that delivered my beloved master bedroom goodies last week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was like a kid on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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This had been a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;over-due project for us, and I am &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;happy that we &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;got our furniture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now? We need to start decorating!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home Tour&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks everyone that answered my question last week about the before and after pictures. Your input is much appreciated! So here is the down-low.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have split up the home tour between 3 posts. Part 1 will be about our home buying experience and &lt;i&gt;how we chose our home&lt;/i&gt;. Part 2 will be the "before" pictures of certain rooms, and part 3 will be the "After" pictures of those rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Part 4 will be the remaining rooms, however those rooms still have a few finishing touches, so this one will be published much later than the first 3. &lt;b&gt;Part I,2,3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;will be &lt;b&gt;February 20th-21s-22nd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All natural Waffles&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I picked these up a couple weeks ago and Elliana tried them for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was definitely a hit, and I will be buying more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've mentioned before that E has had the same breakfast for the past... I don't know 9 months? She &lt;i&gt;obsesses&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;over her bananas,oatmeal, and milk. But once in a while, I throw her off with something different.&lt;br /&gt;
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She seems to be &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with it. But definitely not &lt;i&gt;as happy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as she is when she has her "&lt;b&gt;favorite meal of the day.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nutella&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I fell in love with this stuff when I was in my 6th grade German class. This is &lt;i&gt;the shit&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever since? I am a sucker for nutella. I can eat it with just about anything. Bananas? Strawberries? Bread? Crackers? A spoon? &lt;i&gt;Why yes, please&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is heaven on earth. &lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, I cannot control myself when this stuff is around {it'll be gone by next week}... so I limit myself to buying this once every 6 months or so. &lt;b&gt;YUM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;he tooth devil again delivered bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That tooth that chipped while I was pregnant? My sweet little molar? Welp.. yup... it chipped so bad that now I have to get a root canal. Really? Really! Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;
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How did I ever get so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I ever mentioned how much I &lt;i&gt;despise&lt;/i&gt; the dentist? Seriously. It is a &lt;b&gt;hate hate&lt;/b&gt; relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1kZcaPXpOg/TydKRIg578I/AAAAAAAACe8/3Tx-wgl7Y8k/s1600/Untitled+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1kZcaPXpOg/TydKRIg578I/AAAAAAAACe8/3Tx-wgl7Y8k/s200/Untitled+3.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Yes, he loved it&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Thanks everyone for all the sweet comments on my craft that I did for the husband for our anniversary/valentine's day. He loved it! But... tell me &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; no one cared to mention that November is the 11th month of the year... not the 10th. Ya. &lt;i&gt;Thanks a lot guys&lt;/i&gt;.... ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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PSA: DO &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; drink and craft past midnight. &lt;i&gt;Ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homemade pizza round two&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Was &lt;i&gt;waaayyy&lt;/i&gt; better than round one. I mean honestly guys... this is even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; delicious than the pizza from donatos. Okay, maybe like papa johns. But lick fingering good. And you all begged for the recipe. So I begged husband for the recipe.... And after a few favors {wink}, he gave me the links.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.annamariavolpi.com/pizza_recipe.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pizza dough recipe&lt;/b&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/ultimate-pizza-sauce-114392"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pizza sauce recipe &lt;/b&gt;link&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;: add whatever you'd like! We use mozarella cheese, bacon, banana peppers, mushrooms, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Bake at 500 for 12-15 minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/midwesterntouchblog/files/mollybio2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://sites.google.com/site/midwesterntouchblog/files/mollybio2.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://midwesterntouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet Molly&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She's gorgeous. Sweet as can be. Engaged, soon to be a WIFE, funny, and I LOVE her blog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://midwesterntouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;recently got a blog makeover and I think it is the cutest thing ever. Obviously, because she's the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;
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Go check &lt;a href="http://midwesterntouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;her out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your love story&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Don't forget the link-up will be posted on February 7th! Next tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Click on the &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/whats-your-love-story-link-up-info.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to get the questions to answer if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wait to read what everyone answers.&lt;br /&gt;
And I cannot believe that V-DAY is in less than 2 weeks! EEK!&lt;br /&gt;
If you are working on your posts, here is the &lt;b&gt;HTML&lt;/b&gt; for the button!! &lt;textarea cols="50" rows="4"&gt;&amp;lt;a border="0" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/" target="_blank"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkqHXfVXb9k/TxJjOe1VkMI/AAAAAAAACOc/fVNbSYHd9_s/s1600/Untitled.png" /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/textarea&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;February is here!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Thank you to all who participated in the &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/craft-of-month-love.html"&gt;January craft link up {love}&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun to see what all your creative minds have been up to!&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you guys enjoy this link up? Is this something that you will look forward to the following months? I had in mind for February &lt;b&gt;green&lt;/b&gt;. It can be St. Patricks day related. It can be anything "environment" related. DIY home products. A project that has the color green in it. ETC!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also? What do you think about the &lt;b&gt;themes?&lt;/b&gt; Or should I completely leave it as &lt;i&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/i&gt; goes? Themes or no? I NEED YO HELP!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="baby blog"&gt;&lt;img alt="Help Our Rank &amp;amp; Visit Top Baby Blogs, Baby Blog Directory!" border="0" height="150" src="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/topblogs/images/banners/top_baby_blogs_150_an.gif" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOTE FOR ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey. I'm going to beg here. But seriously, I've met some pretty cool mamas through this baby blog site... and if you like what you read? &lt;b&gt;It just takes &lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus"&gt;one click&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; Click on the &lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus"&gt;&lt;u&gt;owl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and your vote will be in!&lt;br /&gt;
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I would give you something fabulous... but the rules say &lt;i&gt;no no&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus"&gt;Okay click here&lt;/a&gt;! {or click icon}&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;PRODUCT OF THE WEEK&lt;/b&gt;. Yo. I love this link-up that &lt;a href="http://www.alyblogs.com/"&gt;Aly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pineapples-n-pickles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffanie&lt;/a&gt; came up with. I'm a big fan of products... and I present to you the "gag" gift that I got all the boys for Christmas... that turned into... &lt;b&gt;A FAVORITE IN OUR HOUSE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Check it {yes, I just said &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;}. You grab a bottle {of beer &lt;b&gt;or soda&lt;/b&gt;, sorry wine lovers}, you put this on the top, pull up, and wa-la, the cap is off! Seriously? It's a genius I tell you. Genius!&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I've read reviews that the spring has broken on some people... so far? It's been a month mind you, but it's been awesome! &lt;a href="http://pineapples-n-pickles.blogspot.com/"&gt;NOW, GO LINK UP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-3178709844748310592?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/TvhjEtvLm3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/3178709844748310592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=3178709844748310592&amp;isPopup=true" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3178709844748310592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3178709844748310592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/TvhjEtvLm3E/thursday-randoms.html" title="Thursday Randoms" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECg2Yr-PuNg/TyN23BwobqI/AAAAAAAACdQ/970OoseftBs/s72-c/Untitled.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/thursday-randoms.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANSH8yeyp7ImA9WhRbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-8650248626458239912</id><published>2012-02-01T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:43:19.193-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T08:43:19.193-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="serious post" /><title>What I really think about those "JUDGY" Moms. Big girl Panties alert.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Warning. The only rule to read this post? You &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have your &lt;b&gt;big girl panties&lt;/b&gt; on in order to continue. If you need to go do a quick change, feel free to do so. This will &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; be here when you get back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Now that &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; out of the way, today I wanted to talk about a pretty hot topic on the interwebs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Judgy"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;moms. You hear a lot about it in the blog land as well as the twitter world. People have thrown out their own views on the topic, some stating how wrong it is to judge, some stating &lt;i&gt;so be it, let them judge&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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And me? Well I sit right square in the middle of the subject. And before you jump to the conclusion that I think it is &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; to judge and dismiss this completely, just rest assured that is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; where I am heading with this. Just know that I don't think that &lt;i&gt;it's wrong&lt;/i&gt; either {&lt;i&gt;to a certain extent&lt;/i&gt;}. Why? &lt;b&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;we all do it&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But before we go on any further, let me just start out by saying that it hurts when I read stuff on the internet that is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;directed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; toward another mom with the intention of&lt;i&gt; hurting her, embarrassing her, or belittling her style of parenthood&lt;/i&gt;. It happens more often than we may even realize. And its something that needs to be addressed, and stopped. Even if I agree with the &lt;i&gt;general topic&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;that style of parenting&lt;/i&gt; that is being said, it still is a &lt;b&gt;big no no&lt;/b&gt; for me and I am 100% against any sort of online bullying, &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; when it is directed towards another mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moms have a special place in my heart, &lt;i&gt;for obvious reasons.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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So &lt;b&gt;Judgments. &lt;/b&gt;What are they? What is okay? What &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; okay? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{&lt;i&gt;again, I'm not an expert... just stating &lt;b&gt;my opinion&lt;/b&gt;, on &lt;b&gt;my blog&lt;/b&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What are &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; The judgments that we &lt;i&gt;internally&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; make when encountering an individual or particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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This frequently happens without us even knowing. Sometimes we catch ourselves doing it. Sometimes we don't. Sometimes we get angry with ourselves for it.&amp;nbsp; But often times? We agree with those thoughts. We all have our own beliefs, way of life, and "rules" of motherhood. And whether we like it or not, we pass judgment probably more than we realize, &lt;i&gt;or should&lt;/i&gt;. Because its within us to do so, and a flaw of human nature. And as much or as hard as you may try, &lt;i&gt;we all do it&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So in that sense? &lt;b&gt;We are all guilty&lt;/b&gt;. And that? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I'm not talking about&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;generalized&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;statements that people make or blog about. For instance, you may truly believe that kids shouldn't have a bottle past 1 years old and that as a mother you wouldn't allow it for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;children. As long as you said it, you stated your opinion, and you left it at that. Fine. Great. You aren't directing it towards anyone, and you aren't following that with a... "you're a bad mom if you bottle feed your child past this certain age." Sure some people may take offense, but you have to remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;people will not always agree with you&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Important. Repeat. PEOPLE. WILL. NOT. ALWAYS. AGREE. WITH. YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And you know what? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who cares.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{fyi. i gave E a bottle past 1... call be &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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You may truly believe that cloth diapering is the best way to go, and you may say that you can't imagine why people WOULDN'T cloth diaper. Hell, you could write a whole blog post about this and that. Awesome. Great. You said it, you believed it, and you left it at that. But if you add a little "judgy" statement like "moms who don't cloth diaper are just lazy and taking the easy way out, and obviously don't care about their baby's bottom" then that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;just be a little much, &lt;b&gt;sista.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Because moms like me would be like... "girlfriend I don't cloth diaper and my baby's bottom hasn't had an ounce of red since her birth." ---gotta throw out some humor... although, it is true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You may truly believe that pacifiers are a big no no and you think that it is wrong to let a 3 year old walk around with one. Okay, you said it. You aren't directing it towards a specific individual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sure&lt;/i&gt;, I'm sure someone will read that, and so happens that they have a 3 year old with a pacifier. And&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;may&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;get their feelings hurt that you even mentioned this topic. But you can't control that. That's out of your hands. There will&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;be someone that gets their feelings hurt by&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;you say. That's all a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Just don't go on to say that "moms who let their kids do this need parenting advice." Or anything that would question their mothering techniques or intentions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You may truly believe that breastfeeding is best for the child. Great. I agree with you 100%. However, I wouldn't suggest following up that statement with... "how can you call yourself a mother if you don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;at least try&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to breastfeed." Now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;my friend is one ignorant statement. I breastfed for a year, I understand the benefits of breastfeeding, I believe in it wholeheartedly, but I also understand that there are different circumstances, different lives, trials, and hurdles that people encounter. Many of which we may not even be aware of. And sometimes, just sometimes, a woman may just not want to. So be it! It's her choice. Don't&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;question&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;her as a mother in doing so.&lt;/div&gt;
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I frankly don't believe that breastfeeding a child at the age of 4 years old is normal. Three years old sounds insane to me. I'm not afraid to admit it {I've said it before}. I could even write a whole blog post about it. However, I do not think you are a bad mother for doing so. I would never tell you to STOP. Sure, it's not my style of parenting, and yes, I think it is bizarre beyond words... But I'm allowed to think that, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would never directly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; say to you, "HEY YOU SALLY.. I THINK IT'S TIME THAT YOUR 4 YEAR OLD JOHNNY BOY STOPS WITH THE BOOB, IT'S A LITTLE MUCH DON'T YA THINK?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You get where I am going with this? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, the judgements that I am talking about here are the&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;ones that people direct to a&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; specific individual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; {or group of moms that do &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; things or practice a &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; way of parenting then them} in order to inflict some sort of guilt or pain out of them. It's purposeful. Rude. And sometimes very nasty.&lt;/div&gt;
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These women that call other moms out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Directly&lt;/i&gt;. Women that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;question&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;their parenting style. Moms that try to tell other moms what is best and if they do it the other way than they are&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wrong or "take it from me" &lt;i&gt;type of mentality&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And those that go as far as demeaning their love for their child {those are the big violators right there.}&lt;/div&gt;
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Even the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;passive agressive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ones are just as bad. You know, the moms that are like... &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{no statements directed at me, just examples given}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"oh my, I think that you should feed that child more. He looks pretty small for his age."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;oh you do, I'm glad that now &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; have an &lt;b&gt;MD&lt;/b&gt; behind your name. Do you have a &lt;b&gt;stick&lt;/b&gt; up your azz too?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Or, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"your child is eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;already?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;i&gt;Why yes, and since you are concerned... let me tell you.. I give him hot dogs. &lt;b&gt;Whole. &lt;/b&gt;Popcorn. Peanuts. And dog food. And veggies and fruit? &lt;b&gt;Not allowed&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Or... &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"oh my goodness don't you think you should lower the bed."&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;i&gt;Well, &lt;b&gt;it is&lt;/b&gt; lowered... but thanks for trying to point out to the whole world that I am an incompetent mother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And, my ultimate favorite "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;blah blah blah i think this, and i think you should do that.. and then i insert a smiley face at the end because I think that way you won't notice that i am being a royal know it all biiiiiiaaa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/b&gt; .... &lt;i&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you see where I am going with this? Although one may &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to come off as nice, and give their "motherly advice"... it really is just your way of &lt;i&gt;directly&lt;/i&gt; judging that mother and basically telling her &lt;i&gt;how to mother&lt;/i&gt; that child. And it? &lt;b&gt;Is not allowed, unless asked for. Mmmkay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What I have to say to these &lt;i&gt;judgy&lt;/i&gt; moms {the ones that are up on some self-made &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; pedestool}, is that is you don't know, you haven't been there, you haven't done that. You are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; in that mother's shoes. You are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; living that mother's life. And 99% of the time? &lt;i&gt;You are wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure, we are&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;all human&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we will&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;make judgments. Sometimes, we will slip and judge them&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;directly&lt;/i&gt;, say something that is&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;hurtful&lt;/i&gt;, or question their parenthood. But we should realize when we do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Learn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;from it. Grow as adults, and more importantly as parents.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not perfect. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have done it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And certainly, I've been &lt;i&gt;embarrassed&lt;/i&gt; by it. But, I am continuing to learn how to be more open and see things from a different point of view.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not asking you to change your views. Your parenting style. Or what you believe in. Hell, that would be like me asking you to change from a Republican to a Democrat {which I would&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;tell you to do such a thing... &lt;i&gt;fun humor, if you will}.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like politics, motherhood is one&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sore subject&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;around the interwebs. People say that you have to watch what you say, censor your "mothering beliefs", and be all hush hush.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;But I don't believe in that&lt;/b&gt;. I think you &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; be open to state your opinions, your beliefs, &lt;i&gt;your style of parenting&lt;/i&gt; {even if it goes against what the majority may believe in}... just don't do it in a way that will &lt;i&gt;belittle&lt;/i&gt; moms, &lt;i&gt;question&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;their parenting, or try to push your ideas on them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Only&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;know what is best for&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;child&lt;/i&gt;. And only&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;know what is best for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;yours&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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{&lt;i&gt;And who liked that I threw in some &lt;b&gt;cheesin'&lt;/b&gt; pics of my sweet Elliana? I mean common... shes like the &lt;b&gt;peacekeeper&lt;/b&gt; around here... I couldn't help myself}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I get to meet tons of new moms this way, and it's really a great feedback tool for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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So click the icon, then&lt;a href="http://www.topbabyblogs.com/cgi-bin/topblogs/in.cgi?id=ipikus"&gt; click the owl&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THE ONE ON THE LEFT&lt;/span&gt;!!And you can do this &lt;b&gt;ONCE DAILY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;. If I could... I would give you a 100 dollars each. &lt;i&gt;For serious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-6091497056954139456?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/AWTStN-Oon8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/6091497056954139456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=6091497056954139456&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/6091497056954139456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/6091497056954139456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/AWTStN-Oon8/voters-rule.html" title="Voters Rule" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/02/voters-rule.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMBR305fip7ImA9WhRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-3832768029111362320</id><published>2012-01-31T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:34:16.326-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T19:34:16.326-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="craft of the month" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diy link-up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diy" /><title>Craft of the month; LOVE.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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It's here! The first ever link up of &lt;b&gt;DIY&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;craft of the month&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;series. I cannot express to you guys how excited I am about this. How excited I am to be motivated to try new crafts, get inspired, and think &lt;i&gt;outside of the box&lt;/i&gt;. 2011 was the year for &lt;i&gt;cooking&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for me {still an on-going learning process}. And I have a feeling 2012 will be the year of &lt;i&gt;crafting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think we can also learn a lot from each other, and part of the reason I am &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;excited about this series is that I get to see what &lt;i&gt;you guys&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;are doing over there in all your craftness!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This month is the &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; month in preparation for February! Anything goes that makes you think of love. Anything red, pink, hearts, whatever. Anything "v-day" related. Anything/anyone that you "love." A gift for a loved one. Basically &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Craft: {Our &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;numbers}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Supplies used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; {all found in my home}:&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Blank 5x8&lt;/b&gt; hardback white book. &lt;b&gt;Pictures&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;White cardstock&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;For my craft, I wanted to make something for my hubby, Andrew. I sat on pinterest for hours upon hours looking at crafts. I have a whole board pinned &lt;b&gt;full&lt;/b&gt; of love crafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And I had come down to 5 of my favorite choices. I actually had something pretty much picked out. And then? I decided that I wanted something &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;unique&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Something&lt;/i&gt; that was &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; just for him. I kind of combined some of the ideas that I had seen and &lt;i&gt;made it my own&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;This idea? Came to me at around midnight one night. And I kind of went with it. I didn't really have this book in mind right away. I saw the blank book in my craft box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I saw pictures. And I thought I would put the two together... but wasn't sure what I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I started out by &lt;b&gt;painting&lt;/b&gt; the front of the book.&lt;i&gt; Then,&lt;/i&gt; I had put this big wooden &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; on top.. and painted it &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjullAaXNUM/TydC4eHLlTI/AAAAAAAACd8/LNjKikPXbVs/s1600/Untitled+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjullAaXNUM/TydC4eHLlTI/AAAAAAAACd8/LNjKikPXbVs/s1600/Untitled+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, I said &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Now, what was I thinking? &lt;i&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/i&gt; I soon realized, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; was a bad idea, and I ripped it off. And started over. &lt;i&gt;Picture Becky, think Picture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then I sat on the computer. For hours. Thinking of our "14 numbers." I wanted something that had 14 because this was going to be a combined gift for Valentine's day and our 6 year "dating" anniversary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At first&lt;/i&gt;, I was going to do 14 &lt;b&gt;reasons why I love you&lt;/b&gt;... but again, decided against it, as I wanted something more &lt;i&gt;unique&lt;/i&gt;. So then I began. &lt;b&gt;14 numbers that are unique to &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Husband,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;May you never forget the memories and moments that have built us together, &lt;b&gt;kept us together&lt;/b&gt;, made us &lt;b&gt;stronger&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; made us better parents and husband and wife, and most importantly made us a &lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Made with love,&lt;/b&gt; Your wife.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;February &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;th&lt;/b&gt; we made the decision to have a baby. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reasons why I love you.....You're...funny, handsome, caring, giving, loving, sincere. My soulmate. My best friend. Selfless. Devoted. Intelligent. Best father to our daughter. Devoted husband to your wife. And most of all you &lt;b&gt;love me for me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;places that have meaning: &lt;i&gt;Maui, Vegas, Hilton Head Island, West Lafayette, Indianapolis, Noblesville, Louisville, New Smyrna Beach, Sedona, Orlando, Lawrenceburg, Belarus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;+&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Elliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.08.10 &lt;i&gt;First time parents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;b&gt;times a million&lt;/b&gt;} is how many times I'd &lt;i&gt;marry you over and over again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0x3FyoXf98/TydHDQTqj8I/AAAAAAAACec/Hd8BEYwOUHg/s1600/Untitled+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0x3FyoXf98/TydHDQTqj8I/AAAAAAAACec/Hd8BEYwOUHg/s1600/Untitled+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt; {the month we got married}.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my favorite memories: &lt;i&gt;our trip to vegas, date nights downtown, spring break 2006, our engagement, maui, the day we got our keys to our first home, our daughter's birth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; letters { &lt;b&gt;P U R D U E&lt;/b&gt;} where our story began.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a.m. {is how late we stayed up at my dorm the night we met &lt;i&gt;talking nonstop&lt;/i&gt;. Later, I find out that when you left that night you told your best friend "she's going to be mine."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;b's&lt;/i&gt; {baby, burby, bee bop, baby cakes}&lt;/div&gt;
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You made all my dreams come true on our &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year anniversary {you popped the question}&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ways I say it.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I love you. Ya tebya lublu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are the only &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt; for me. My &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt; love. My &lt;i&gt;ONE&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;true best friend&lt;/i&gt;. My heart. My soulmate. The &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; I can't wait to grow old with.&lt;/div&gt;
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So now it's your turn! Show us your craft or crafts that you worked on this month. You can show one picture, or 20. You can include directions, supplies, cost. The more the better!&lt;/div&gt;
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Enter by Saturday. Sunday, I will sit down and choose my favorites, and will feature those top 5 crafts and blogs on Monday. I may even have the voting left up to you guys in the future... we shall see!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So grab a button, write up your post, come back and link up, and hop around!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;*HTML for Button for the DIY button &lt;/b&gt;{&lt;i&gt;seen above}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To the best 6 years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;
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6 years ago today Andrew asked me to be his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;
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3 years ago today, he asked me to be his wife.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;special day.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'll be revealing to my husband his gift from me &lt;i&gt;tonight&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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My&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_532571756"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_532571756"&gt;love craft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/diy-of-month-new-link-up-info.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, just checked, and there are still sizes left on the&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/huge-blowout-on-totsy.html"&gt; jackets on sale!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear Elliana,&lt;br /&gt;
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I've tossed and turned in my sleep for the past hour. &lt;i&gt;Thinking about you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I read something tonight. Something sad. About a mom that passed away so young, leaving behind her 4 young children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;And it made me cry. I'm not sure why this story, tonight, now, has affected me so much as I am surrounded by loss day in and day out at work. But it has. And it has made me think about how precious and wonderful this life has been &lt;/span&gt;with you in it.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;How blessed and thankful I am to be &lt;/span&gt;your mother&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. To live this life. To take care of you. To laugh with you. Make memories with you. Capture those memories. Enjoy those moments. To see you grow. To see you learn. See you wake up every morning with the absolute most beautiful smile on your face. And how with every day that I spend with you, I pray to God &lt;/span&gt;"for just one more."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I hope there never comes a day that you have to look back on these letters to read how much I love you. I hope it isn't until you are 80 years old. Because I hope to be around that long to tell you every day just how much I truly do,&lt;/span&gt; love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I never knew a love like this could exist. I dreamt about a love like this. But I just never really knew how strong it was until you were placed into my arms. Here you were this precious innocent child, and I was now your mother. And forever your mother I will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I take for granted the days we have together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I want to LIVE more with you. I want to enjoy life to the FULLEST with you. I want to give you everything my baby. Every part of life, every part of me, every part of us {your papa and me}, every part of what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to make you a promise tonight. That I will be the best that I can be. I may not know it all. I may struggle from time to time. I may not be the storybook perfect mom....&lt;br /&gt;
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But Elliana, I promise you this, I love you more than you will &lt;i&gt;ever know... and I will live each and every day showing you &lt;b&gt;just how much&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't believe I woke up to yet another blowout &lt;a href="http://www.totsy.com/join/frommrstomama"&gt;sale.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After receiving my two jackets in the mail that I got last time they had a sale, I couldn't help but order 6 more. Some for me in different colors, others for family members!&lt;/div&gt;
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Hurry quick, the sizes are going fast!&lt;/div&gt;
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Also get &lt;b&gt;FREE SHIPPING&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on your first order for new members {or new email addresses!!}. Membership is free, just sign in! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Start &lt;a href="http://www.totsy.com/join/frommrstomama"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-2709059269984487886?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/NKr2kGrkXHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/2709059269984487886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=2709059269984487886&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/2709059269984487886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/2709059269984487886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/NKr2kGrkXHg/huge-blowout-on-totsy.html" title="HUGE BLOWOUT ON TOTSY!" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SbLN34bYZpk/TyQWSBGRtrI/AAAAAAAACdk/9l9swfExBOc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2012-01-28+at+10.37.20+AM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/huge-blowout-on-totsy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMQHo7cCp7ImA9WhRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-445535955186619005</id><published>2012-01-27T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:34:41.408-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T19:34:41.408-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elliana album" /><title>First Snowfall</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thursday Randoms. The week where we talk about all thing &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt;. Things that happened this week. Things we did this past weekend. Thoughts on my mind. Reality TV junk. Picture dumps. Elli updates.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is off limits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anything goes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So if you are looking for "life" updates. This is the day to find it. You can also find me on twitter and instagram {frommrstomama} for updates as life happens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/diy-of-month-new-link-up-info.html"&gt;DIY craft link-up&lt;/a&gt; sneak peek. &lt;/b&gt;There it is guys. The &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/diy-of-month-new-link-up-info.html"&gt;link-up&lt;/a&gt; will be posted next Tuesday {the 31st} where we will link up our "Love" crafts. I worked on mine for hours. After posting all my ideas on crafts on Friday, I decided I still wanted to do something that was &lt;i&gt;unique&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for my husband. I kind of went with it... didn't have this idea starting out.. but I am &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;happy with the finished product. I can't wait to show you guys what it is! In the meantime, enjoy this &lt;b&gt;little&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;So, check out my&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/frommrstomama/crafts/"&gt; craft board&lt;/a&gt;, get some ideas together, and start crafting away! Link-up will be up at 7 am on the 31st! Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And this is the mess my little craft made. &lt;/b&gt;Ha. It was 4 am. I had worked hard. My thoughts were scatter brained all over. Obviously you can tell per the picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Too much sleep, tired mama.&lt;/b&gt; I've learned that I run on best 5 hours of sleep &lt;i&gt;max&lt;/i&gt;. Sometimes 6. Anything more {&lt;i&gt;which happens a lot}&lt;/i&gt;, then I am &lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt; tired. I know that may sound goofy to a lot of you. But honestly, if I get 8-10, sometimes 12 hours of sleep... I wake up &lt;b&gt;exhausted&lt;/b&gt;. I even have to take a nap. &lt;i&gt;Less is more. &lt;b&gt;Call. me. crazy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day Pinterest print out.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now resides in my kitchen. It is so cute! I love it. I think I would have preferred for it to be in a white frame, however, I actually kind of like it in the black as well. I will be out hunting down a white one though next weekend. But seriously, I have been missing out on all these crazy free print outs on pinterest! I plan on printing a new one every month {holidays, etc}. I use white card stock paper to print them off on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Elli draws&lt;/b&gt;. While mama cooks. Obviously she's more interested in &lt;i&gt;eating&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the crayons and throwing them, however from time to time, she does get a little line in here and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Soup.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you noticed a trend lately? I've been cooking up a whole lot of &lt;i&gt;soup&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;these days. Why? Because I grew up eating soup &lt;b&gt;every day&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;as a child/teen. My mom made a different soup a day. 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this new recipe I tried? Can be found &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/195343702556959407/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Home Tour&lt;/b&gt;. So I have part one of my home tour post done. I had asked this question on twitter, and I'll ask here as well... should I include "before" pictures. I mean, guys, we ripped our house upside down. &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;about it changes. Tore out floors, bathrooms, painted EVERY room, tore up ceilings, lightings... you name it, &lt;i&gt;we did it&lt;/i&gt;. That being said, I have &lt;b&gt;tons&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;of before pictures. Should I do a post &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the "before" and then show the "After" the next day? Or include it in the same post? If I include it in the same post, it will be &lt;i&gt;mass picture overload&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I am afraid people will miss the details. So, &lt;i&gt;what do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So this is what it's like to be up at 5 am. &lt;/b&gt;On Friday, I had a "mandatory" class for work. My mom came over to watch the baby E and I was up bright and early getting ready. As I drove to the hospital I realize that, wow, this is what it used to be like when I worked day shift.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Elli slept for 4 hours 2 days in a row&lt;/b&gt;. Speaking of the baby girl. Girlfriend has been rockin' the naps. The past 2 days her first nap was 4 hours long, and on the first day she even took an additional nap for 45 minutes. I probably should have put her down for another nap yesterday like I did the day before, however, I felt like she wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1k follower giveaway&lt;/b&gt;. I have emailed some of the sponsors that were a part of the giveaway and have not heard back for the additional information needed. Therefore, at this point, I am going to go ahead and hold off for the giveaway. I am sorry that I was not able to put this idea together, however, I am planning on doing a giveaway here soon. So be on the lookout for that.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sister's birthday party&lt;/b&gt;. I wrote about it&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/last-night-in-pictures.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. And by wrote, I mean showed a lot of pictures. Anyways, my sister turned 17 and Elliana made sure to dress very classy for the big party.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2011/01/feasting-fridays-v2-lemon-drizzle-loaf.html"&gt;Lemon drizzle loaf.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made this twice this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is hands down one of my favorite recipes to make. It is so easy, tasty, refreshing, and I &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;have all the ingredients on hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;How does Carson deal&lt;/b&gt;. E is totally obsessed with c-man. I think that I have mentioned this &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;times before, but seriously, I cannot say it enough, girl is &lt;b&gt;in love&lt;/b&gt;. Her face lights up when she sees him, and that dog can work wonders around her.&lt;br /&gt;
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A kick here. A punch there. And now? A head-lock. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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More power to him for staying so strong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pots and pans&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The latest craze.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can probably see... they go flinging and flying in our kitchen. That and tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Yay for me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/whats-your-love-story-link-up-info.html"&gt;What is your LOVE story link up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Did you see m post on the link-up info? If not, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can get a head start on your post too because the questions are listed in there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Share pictures, as many or as little as you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;
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And post your love story on &lt;b&gt;February 7th&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and come back and link-up, hop around, and meet new &lt;i&gt;lovers!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://img.poptower.com/pic-77897/monica-spannbauer-bachelor.jpg?d=600" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline ! important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://img.poptower.com/pic-77897/monica-spannbauer-bachelor.jpg?d=600" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Monica&lt;/b&gt;. She went home this week on the bachelor. Lets talk about her departure why don't we. She &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;didn't strike me as the girl who gets emotional. Distraught. &lt;i&gt;A mess&lt;/i&gt;. But girlfriend was just that. And I liked her. In fact, I still do. It just breaks my heart that these girls, including herself, get so &lt;i&gt;into this guy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that they barely know... on a show... where they &lt;b&gt;compete&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;with each other. And then they leave crying? Oh lord. Common, you have better chances on match.com!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;. Now lets talk about &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nutso why don't we. Is she weird or is she weird? I mean, not only is she a complete queen B, but she is totally awkward, says weird things, and one immature woman. If you even want to call her a woman. She acts like a wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone needs to tame her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Product of the week&lt;/b&gt;. I am linking up again with &lt;a href="http://www.alyblogs.com/"&gt;Aly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pineapples-n-pickles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffani&lt;/a&gt; for their product of the week series. This week? It's one of my beloved items in the kitchen. The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_5?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=quesadilla+maker&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;sprefix=quesa%2Caps%2C256"&gt;quesadilla maker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, this girl over here is &lt;i&gt;obsessed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with taco bell quesadillas... so when we got one of these for x-mas last year? I was seriously in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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We use this thing around 2 times a month! YUM YUM!&lt;br /&gt;
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It goes hand in hand with BLL. &lt;i&gt;Just suggestin'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait. What?!&lt;br /&gt;
Did I just say that I named myself? Yes, friends. &lt;i&gt;I did&lt;/i&gt;. I said it, and I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; name myself. Now, before you get too excited, let me just start out by saying that &lt;b&gt;Becky&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; my real name. Not my first name. Not even my middle name. In fact, &lt;i&gt;Becky&lt;/i&gt; is &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; part of my name what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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So. Now you &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; want to know what's going on, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is she a spy? Did she just use this as a "code name" on the blog? Oh wait, her &lt;b&gt;facebook&lt;/b&gt; is Becky. Is her whole life on this "blog" a scam? Am a following &lt;i&gt;one of those creepy &lt;/i&gt;people who &lt;i&gt;steal&lt;/i&gt; people's identity?&amp;nbsp;Did I cover all the crazy thoughts? Yes? Okay good. Now, put them aside and forget about it. I am still &lt;b&gt;BECKY&lt;/b&gt;. Rest assured.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There's just a &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;story behind the name&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's go back to 7th grade why don't we.&amp;nbsp;Aside from the year of &lt;i&gt;boy crushes&lt;/i&gt;, pimples, and awkward &lt;b&gt;puberty stage&lt;/b&gt;, it so happens that this was the year for &lt;i&gt;name changes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the scene that I will illustrate for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me. Standing in the hallway of my crowded middle school in the midst of 4 of my &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;best" friends when one of them blurted out&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;Hey... what's your &lt;u&gt;middle&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;name."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For whatever reason. Who knows why. Why 7th graders are so intrigued with the absolute ridiculous things at the most absolute ridiculous time. I will &lt;i&gt;never know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But she asked. And I needed to give her an answer. And times a ticking guys. Because how long does it take someone to answer what their middle name is right? &lt;i&gt;Seconds&lt;/i&gt;. But I didn't want to tell them my &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;middle name because I was embarrassed by it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here I am, I have no time to think, no time to waste. Palms are sweating. Hearts a racing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Becky! UM. My middle name is Becky."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the while, I'm thinking: &lt;/b&gt;"What the hell are you thinking self. That is not your middle name. And really, Becky? You don't even know a Becky. You aren't even fond of the name Becky. That's the best you could come up with???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My little brain sure was beating up this poor scared little 7th grader self that I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rightfully so, because what would happen next was beyond my wildest dreams. &lt;i&gt;Never would I ever think....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That these 7th grade girls would come up with this &lt;b&gt;brilliant&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;idea to start calling me &lt;i&gt;Becky.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And make it their lifetime goal to get &lt;i&gt;everyone else&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to call me Becky too.&amp;nbsp;Clever those little pimpled brats are, eh?&lt;br /&gt;
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They told all my teachers to call me that. Called my house phone and asked for Becky. Would introduce me to everyone as Becky. Basically, spoke for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Refused&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to call me by my real name.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't have a say in this really. I didn't have a problem with my real name. I didn't wake up that morning and say "&lt;i&gt;Hey, today sounds like a good day to change my name."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nope. And I'm pretty sure &lt;i&gt;that grandfather&lt;/i&gt;, you know, the one that named me, probably wouldn't be too pleased about it either.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it stuck. &lt;i&gt;Those teen boppers were on a mission&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Mission accomplished.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So it stuck bad. I now was &lt;b&gt;Becky&lt;/b&gt;. It stuck so bad that my own parents would catch themselves calling me that. Stuck so bad that all of my teachers through middle school and high school called me that. Stuck so bad that my own husband is much more used to the name Becky. &lt;i&gt;Although he prefers the other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Stuck &lt;i&gt;so bad&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I even contemplated changing my name legally when I got married&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I didn't. And I don't plan on it. &lt;i&gt;Ever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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My biggest regret out of all this? The fact that I couldn't have come up with something better than &lt;i&gt;Becky&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;{no offense to all the other Beckys out there... I feel like I am a Becky so I can poke fun, right?}. But honestly, &lt;i&gt;Becky&lt;/i&gt;?! Really! Gosh darn it, self.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, for now, I just have these &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;names. One that was given to me at birth {that i love}, and another that was given to me by my little ol' brain at a moment of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although the majority of the people in my life call me Becky, there are a select few, like my mom and dad {and other relatives} that call me by my first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it. That's my name story. And I know many of you would have loved to find out my real name, but we won't go there blog world. Not yet. That's a little part of me that gets to stay secret behind the computer. &lt;i&gt;Although a select few of you actually know it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe one day... &lt;i&gt;just not today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although, I do have to warn you... it's nothing crazy exciting like &lt;b&gt;Ivonna-Humpalot {&lt;/b&gt;because &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;original and all}.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;However, there's a hint in there for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't go crazy guessing over there :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So are you totally shocked sitting in your seats? Do you want to stab me in the toe right about now? Do spill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;{Also, I forgot to give credit to &lt;a href="http://www.alyblogs.com/"&gt;this chick&lt;/a&gt; who made me blog about it. &lt;i&gt;I was planning on doing it anyway...&lt;/i&gt;But she gave me that little oomph. Also known as &lt;b&gt;peer pressure&lt;/b&gt;. She's like those pimpled brats that &lt;i&gt;peer pressured&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;me into naming myself Becky. Because that is &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;what happened here guys. &lt;u&gt;JUST SAY NO.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-4730044513287856772?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/16T0jYGa73w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/4730044513287856772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=4730044513287856772&amp;isPopup=true" title="48 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/4730044513287856772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/4730044513287856772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/16T0jYGa73w/how-i-came-up-with-name-becky.html" title="How I came up with the name Becky." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-In_5CeFFcFo/TyEVX4kss8I/AAAAAAAACaU/lQ6Y087SGXY/s72-c/hot+topic.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>48</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/how-i-came-up-with-name-becky.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRHY8fCp7ImA9WhRUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-5346051617474510689</id><published>2012-01-24T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T03:50:55.874-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T03:50:55.874-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="link up" /><title>What's YOUR Love Story; LINK UP Info</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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In honor of &lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt; being &lt;i&gt;right around the corner&lt;/i&gt; {is it really almost &lt;i&gt;February&lt;/i&gt;}, I have a fun little link-up to announce to you guys! &lt;br /&gt;
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It will be a week before V-DAY {Tuesday February 7th} And there will be a few questions {listed below} for you all to answer!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taken Ladies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. How long have you and your significant other been together?&lt;br /&gt;
2. How did you meet? &lt;i&gt;{What's your "love" story?&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;
3. If married, how long have you been married? If not, is this the guy you hope to marry? {&lt;i&gt;do tell&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;
4. If you are married, where did you get married at? Big or small wedding?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; If not, where would you like to get married? And will it be big or small?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. Do you have any nick-names that you call one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do share!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. Name 3 things you love most about your honey.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Tell us how he proposed? Or your &lt;i&gt;ideal&lt;/i&gt; proposal?&lt;br /&gt;
8. Is he a &lt;i&gt;flowers and teddy bear&lt;/i&gt; kind of guy for v-day, or &lt;i&gt;strawberries&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;champagne&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and rose petals&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
9. Are you a &lt;i&gt;sunset dinner on the beach&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;kind of girl, or &lt;i&gt;pop&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a movie in and relax on the couch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. Tell us one thing you'd like to do with your significant one day. &lt;i&gt;If you could do &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; Go anywhere?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
11. Tell us what you plan on doing on this Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;
12. Are you asking for anything this Valentine's day?&lt;br /&gt;
13. Give us one piece of advice of keeping a relationship strong and full of love. &lt;br /&gt;
14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Show us a picture of what love means to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. What is the best date you have ever been on?&lt;br /&gt;
2. What is the worst?&lt;br /&gt;
3. Have you dated a complete &lt;i&gt;woozie&lt;/i&gt; before? If so, tell us more!&lt;br /&gt;
4. What do you plan on doing this V-DAY?&lt;br /&gt;
5. Show us something that you are loving these days.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Do you prefer chocolates and roses, or jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;
7. Show us a picture of what love means to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fill this out! And link-up on: &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tuesday February 7th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;i&gt;can't wait&lt;/i&gt; to read what your love story is.&lt;br /&gt;
And to share ours :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-5346051617474510689?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/OGxX6mdedVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/5346051617474510689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=5346051617474510689&amp;isPopup=true" title="29 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5346051617474510689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/5346051617474510689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/OGxX6mdedVg/whats-your-love-story-link-up-info.html" title="What's YOUR Love Story; LINK UP Info" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkqHXfVXb9k/TxJjOe1VkMI/AAAAAAAACOc/fVNbSYHd9_s/s72-c/Untitled.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>29</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/whats-your-love-story-link-up-info.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQ3g7eSp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-948512895534600769</id><published>2012-01-23T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:43:22.601-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T16:43:22.601-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elliana album" /><title>So deep in thought.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sitf9TrzjJU/TwoD61VduNI/AAAAAAAAB4I/-wQls832FEc/s1600/Untitled+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sitf9TrzjJU/TwoD61VduNI/AAAAAAAAB4I/-wQls832FEc/s1600/Untitled+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love this look.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I see her do this, or when I see this picture, it makes me wonder....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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What is she thinking &lt;b&gt;this very moment&lt;/b&gt;. Right now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
What goes through her head?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
She looks so deep in thought.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
She looks so &lt;i&gt;focused&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
So &lt;i&gt;busy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the same time.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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She looks &lt;b&gt;peaceful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Content. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I wish that she could talk to me right now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I know&lt;/i&gt; we will have many years of her "talking"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
but I want to know what's in her head &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because she won't remember these years.&lt;/div&gt;
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They won't be a part of her memory.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
As if this time in her life never even existed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
But that's what my role is.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
As her mother.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
To capture these moments.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
These memories.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; times. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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And relive them with her years down the road.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Show her &lt;i&gt;who she was then&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The things she did.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The places she visited.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The people she saw.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The things she ate.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The things she loved.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
And the things she hated.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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The way she dressed.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The way she played.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The way she cried.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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And more importantly, the way... &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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she &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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To her, life was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Life was &lt;i&gt;exciting&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Life was adventurous.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
New. &lt;i&gt;Fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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Maybe 14 month old Elliana...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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will teach something to 16 year old Elliana...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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Guide her through life. Guide her throughout the years.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Guide her through all the challenges ahead.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Because although she may be the same person....&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
She &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be completely different.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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I can only &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; that she sees the beauty of life.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The excitement of it all...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The opportunities in front of her...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
The same way that 14 month Elliana does.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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The same way &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; see it &lt;b&gt;for her&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Lost in the moment&lt;/i&gt;. So deep in thought.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seems like it was &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;yesterday that I was changing that girl's diapers.&lt;br /&gt;
Now? She's holding hands with her boyfriend of 1.5 years at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I was just saying last night... when Elliana turns 16, she'll be &lt;b&gt;32&lt;/b&gt;. Crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And as always, it was so nice to spend quality time with the family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's amazing that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;little people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; can have such &lt;b&gt;deep&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;intense&lt;/i&gt; conversations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I couldn't help but giggle the whole time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And just a warning...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I showed this the other day at work to about 6-7 doctors/nurses...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who happened to be &lt;i&gt;childless&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And they totally didn't find the humor in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Andrew and I were laughing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Is it a mom thing? Tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have I become &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mom? Who thinks videos like this are utterly &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt; and adorable at the&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_JmA2ClUvUY" width="640"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;A&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Am I &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; mom?&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/635077151130554932-416754058741979618?l=www.frommrstomama.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/IKosNQEyxqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/416754058741979618/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=416754058741979618&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/416754058741979618?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/416754058741979618?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/IKosNQEyxqI/twins-talking-video.html" title="Twins talking, Video." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/_JmA2ClUvUY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2012/01/twins-talking-video.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

