<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIMRXg6eCp7ImA9WhdXE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626</id><updated>2011-08-26T12:03:04.610-04:00</updated><title>Lilacs &amp; Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'>now in a cottage made of lilacs and laughter, I know the meaning of the words "EVER AFTER"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUAMRHo-cCp7ImA9WhdXE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-3156907833732028006</id><published>2011-08-26T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:49:45.458-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-26T11:49:45.458-04:00</app:edited><title>The Last Friday of Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>I"m spending it organizing closets and sorting school uniforms, tearing up thinking about Maggie wearing Abby's outgrown uniforms next year. Jake is spending the day with Grandmom R. She is going to to take him to Barber&amp;nbsp; for a back to school haircut. His only condition was going to the candy store next door for an post haircut treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abby and Maggie are my helpers today, but they seem to be having more fun printing pictures and taping them to their walls. The Ramona &amp;amp; Beezus movie poster will now be the first thing they see when they wake up. &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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I loved the Ramona books when I was a kid and now I have my very own Ramona and Beezus, except I prefer to call them Maggie and Abby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lilaamplaug-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00437IEI6" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Abby will be in third grade,&amp;nbsp; Jake will be in first and Maggie will be in Mommy's pre-k class.&amp;nbsp; She is sooooo excited!! I've been busy the past 2 weeks getting our classroom ready.&amp;nbsp; It feels like it was just yesterday that I was teaching Abby.&amp;nbsp; I bought the last of their uniforms today and our school shopping is officially complete!&lt;br /&gt;
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Maggie is also starting ballet class next week. She is REALLY excited about that one. I can't wait to see her dressed up in a pink tutu. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Over the years we all looked forward to his yearly visits every summer. His mind was sharp as a tack, and he had a crystal clear memory of his early years in Philadelphia, and the forty years he spent in Puerto Rico. He was fluent in Spanish and loved joking with our kids. We would take him on day trips to local attractions and had weekly visits to the local diners that sold his favorite meal, fried oysters. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After he passed away last year we received hundreds and of&amp;nbsp; cards, letters, and emails. Most of them from Puerto Rico. Grown men and women telling us of stories of how special Father Ed was to them. How he would pick them up as children and drive them to their catechism classes, take them to parks, and swimming. In today's world that would be frowned upon, but Uncle Ed was one of a kind and he is greatly missed by our family. Jake just found a a matchbox car that Uncle Ed gave him the last time he visited us. He brought it in to me and held it up. I thought it was just another one of his cars since they all look the same, but he said with a very soft voice, "Uncle Edmund gave me this".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He con-celebrated my in-laws wedding mass, baptized my husband, con-celebrated our wedding, and we were lucky enough to have him baptize Maggie as she was our only child born in warm enough weather for him to visit. He hated the cold after spending most of his life in the warm climates of Puerto Rico and Florida.&lt;br /&gt;
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A native of Philadelphia, Father Regensburger was born October 21,1919, to Charles and Florence Fox Regensburger of St.Boniface Parish.Ordained in 1946, his assignments were: Puerto Rico&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=lilaamplaug-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B001FSMR70&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;, Tampa, FL, Opa Locka, FL, and Wachula, FL.He was a long-time minister to Spanish speaking people in Florida who came from Puerto Rico, Cuba and Central and South America. At 85, he was still&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/1330182782657133626-5992321044797206113?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5992321044797206113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=5992321044797206113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/5992321044797206113?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/5992321044797206113?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/padre-edmundo.html' title='Padre Edmundo'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/S12vOCx05lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ryr6s5eKZeY/s72-c/100_5212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUAMRn4yfSp7ImA9WxBRGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-534666757822057121</id><published>2009-12-03T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:49:47.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-06T13:49:47.095-05:00</app:edited><title>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Sxhxat1LTUI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZvqDoCtVeA4/s1600-h/2+front+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Sxhxat1LTUI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZvqDoCtVeA4/s320/2+front+teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411199656078822722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is my two front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abby's losing teeth left and right (and in between)...the Tooth Fairy is going broke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/250/0614FE74FC8A6A2B82E9C42A1381F965.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; width: 130px; height: 63px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-534666757822057121?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/534666757822057121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=534666757822057121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/534666757822057121?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/534666757822057121?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Sxhxat1LTUI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZvqDoCtVeA4/s72-c/2+front+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8BRH88eSp7ImA9WxBRGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-8403244185327920159</id><published>2009-12-03T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:50:55.171-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-06T13:50:55.171-05:00</app:edited><title>PSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never sit on the arm of a chair while eating cheesecake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OR THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SxgIXNcsUII/AAAAAAAAADA/j9Yz4SZr7jE/s1600-h/102_3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SxgIXNcsUII/AAAAAAAAADA/j9Yz4SZr7jE/s320/102_3768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411084147125670018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;COULD BE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Thanksgiving dinner at my Mom's house and went home to relax and watch "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" .  Shortly before 8 o'clock, Miss Maggie decided to climb onto the arm of the chair to share a piece of cheesecake with Daddy and before we knew it she was on the floor screaming.  Off to the ER we went and a few hours later we were home with a splinted arm in a sling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the Orthopedic doctor on Monday and got this fancy HOT pink cast.  The break isn't bad at all. There was  no displacement, it basically cracked right through the top portion of the radius.  Nothing and I mean nothing will slow this child down. She is perpetual motion and mischief. She is scaring the daylights out of Mike and I, climbing on chairs and running around like a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SxgLcwm37tI/AAAAAAAAADI/nYQIJHoNnXk/s1600-h/102_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SxgLcwm37tI/AAAAAAAAADI/nYQIJHoNnXk/s320/102_3762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411087540997844690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless her crazy little self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/250/0614FE74FC8A6A2B82E9C42A1381F965.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-8403244185327920159?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8403244185327920159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=8403244185327920159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/8403244185327920159?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/8403244185327920159?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/12/psa.html' title='PSA'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SxgIXNcsUII/AAAAAAAAADA/j9Yz4SZr7jE/s72-c/102_3768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAMRH84eip7ImA9WxNbFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-6269759419399072551</id><published>2009-11-12T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:59:45.132-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-17T12:59:45.132-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Birthday Jacob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLixDwMjsI/AAAAAAAAACo/ATjJpvr-JLY/s1600/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLixDwMjsI/AAAAAAAAACo/ATjJpvr-JLY/s320/10.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405131835246939842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little guy isn't so little anymore. Yesterday we celebrated his fifth birthday. We sent him off to visit his Grandmom and Grandpop for the day so I could work on his birthday surprises. I started the day by decorating his birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked the cake the night before and on a whim I decided to  use one medium round cake pan and one small. I had no idea how I was going to decorate it, but it came to me as I went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him a Max cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Svw9iWyoSgI/AAAAAAAAACI/nSkdMC7iW5M/s1600-h/Jake5thbdaycake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Svw9iWyoSgI/AAAAAAAAACI/nSkdMC7iW5M/s320/Jake5thbdaycake.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261313380534786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sliced the small cake through the middle and then sliced one of the halves in half. I used one half to make 2 triangles for cat ears and the other half was sliced into a tail. Jake chose canned rainbow chip frosting and I made a homemade cream cheese buttercream for decorating. I'm always hiding things from Maggie and I hid my cake decorating tips and couplers and don't remember where I put them. So I had to use gallon size ziploc bags to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cake was finished I moved on to my next project. I rearranged his bedroom and decorated it with a Disney's Cars theme. He used to have a Thomas &amp;amp; Friends theme in his room, but one night he had a nightmare about Thomas puffing steam in his face.  The next morning everything Thomas was removed from his bedroom. Unfortunately when the Thomas decals were removed some of the paint went along with them.  So that explains the placement of some of the Cars decals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLgRGoZjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/weDZ3BESowg/s1600/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLgRGoZjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/weDZ3BESowg/s320/8.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129087240473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLgn_RmlOI/AAAAAAAAACg/b5McrZsBXd4/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLgn_RmlOI/AAAAAAAAACg/b5McrZsBXd4/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405129480402801890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jake and Abby were born exactly 23 months apart so always have a joint birthday party for family and friends and then celebrate their actual birthdate at home with just the 5 of us and my mom and step-dad. When I asked Jake what he wanted for his birthday dinner he said "Turkey, mashed potatoes and carrots" So, he got his wish only it was a roasted chicken, but he didn't need to that LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made this &lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/recipes/peanut-butter-cup-pie-114688.aspx"&gt;peanut butter cup pie&lt;/a&gt; . I got the recipe from my Kraft Food &amp;amp; Family magazine. I was delicious!! The pie also got the "MAX" treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Svw_SEtRMWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FRnMAwotHLI/s1600-h/Jakebdaypie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Svw_SEtRMWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FRnMAwotHLI/s320/Jakebdaypie.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403263232671560034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was a great day. Jake kept hugging me and telling me it was "BEST BIRTHDAY EVER" That entire night was filled with hugs and thanks. He is such a little sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLi_72e_EI/AAAAAAAAACw/JZZtrsozsxM/s1600/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLi_72e_EI/AAAAAAAAACw/JZZtrsozsxM/s320/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405132090823867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/250/0614FE74FC8A6A2B82E9C42A1381F965.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-6269759419399072551?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6269759419399072551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=6269759419399072551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6269759419399072551?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6269759419399072551?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-jacob.html' title='Happy Birthday Jacob!'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SwLixDwMjsI/AAAAAAAAACo/ATjJpvr-JLY/s72-c/10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUBQXg8eCp7ImA9WxNSFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-6413133317289226292</id><published>2009-08-28T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:10:50.670-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-29T22:10:50.670-04:00</app:edited><title>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpneZtNgdEI/AAAAAAAAABw/PAMBfE6YZ2c/s1600-h/country-school.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpneZtNgdEI/AAAAAAAAABw/PAMBfE6YZ2c/s320/country-school.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375572163457741890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday is Abby's first day of first grade. I still can't believe my first born is almost seven years old. I'm serious! My feisty, inquisitive little baby that ate a ladybug not once, but twice is going in to the first grade. (not without a fight, might I add) When did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpnYyRAKKiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNF456E5GHg/s1600-h/AbbySChool5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpnYyRAKKiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YNF456E5GHg/s320/AbbySChool5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375565988312525346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby's 1st day of Kindergarten (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we're out we garner our fair share of admirers. Usually silver haired couples, commenting on their pretty little dresses or Jake's baseball caps.  They always ask how old they are and most of the time they ask if Abby and Jake are twins. We tell them they are 2 years apart and now it's fun to say they are 2,4,6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpnZdIa2KEI/AAAAAAAAABY/g4Uqai0HJPI/s1600-h/JIminyCricketKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpnZdIa2KEI/AAAAAAAAABY/g4Uqai0HJPI/s320/JIminyCricketKids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375566724742916162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say that we have our hands full and the last words are always "Enjoy them now, because before you know they are grown." The first few(hundred) times I heard those words I thought "yeah right! this feels like an eternity already!" Hellooo, I've been changing diapers for the past (almost) 7 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has finally hit me. The time is flying by faster than I'm ready for. Abby is going into the first grade on Monday  and Jake will be starting pre-school next week.  My baby, Maggie is counting to 10 and telling Daddy to "Be quiet and go to sleep" How did this happen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Spne5f-dKtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZYFf_SkG1dU/s1600-h/101_3275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/Spne5f-dKtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZYFf_SkG1dU/s320/101_3275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375572709660764882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie loves her big brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading heartbreaking story after heartbreaking story of parent's losing their children sooner than any parent should.  I realize more now than ever what those silver haired couples mean when they tell us to "enjoy" our children. They are only with a short time before we have to send them off into the world. Not just when they're 18 and heading off to college, but simply getting on that big yellow school bus all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sending Abby to kindergarten last year. The first day of school she was so excited. We  put her on the school bus and jumped in the car and followed the bus all the way to her school. I came home and cried. Then next day when it was time to get back on the bus, she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it we had gotten in the swing of things and everything was going so smoothly. Then I went to the school to help with her classroom Halloween party and it went downhill from there. She wanted me to come to school every day.  I would pray every night that Abby would have a good morning. She would scream, cry, hide her school uniforms, sometimes she would literally make herself sick from being so upset. That went on until the school year ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I close this blog, which is mainly me venting and being sentimental. Please, please, please pray for us this school year. I want more than anything for Abby to have a great year and actually enjoy all her school has to offer. She is such a smart talented girl and she deserve to receive a great education and be happy doing it. Also, pray for my Jakey who will be starting pre-k. He has never been away from us except when he visits the grandparents for overnighters.  I have a feeling  that he will do great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/250/0614FE74FC8A6A2B82E9C42A1381F965.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-6413133317289226292?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6413133317289226292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=6413133317289226292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6413133317289226292?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6413133317289226292?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVXZ7WIbYXE/SpneZtNgdEI/AAAAAAAAABw/PAMBfE6YZ2c/s72-c/country-school.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcNQXwzcSp7ImA9WhdXEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-6537318800378200369</id><published>2009-07-31T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:01:30.289-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-22T09:01:30.289-04:00</app:edited><title>A fresh new blog.</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging off and on for 4 years now. I started blogging on MySpace and now I'm moving on to bigger and better blogging.  I posted my very first blog entry below. Since that blog was posted I welcomed my third child into our family.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-6537318800378200369?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6537318800378200369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=6537318800378200369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6537318800378200369?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/6537318800378200369?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/fresh-new-blog.html' title='A fresh new blog.'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQNQHg-cCp7ImA9WxJaEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330182782657133626.post-4609216733527314492</id><published>2009-07-31T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:06:31.658-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-31T17:06:31.658-04:00</app:edited><title>My first blog entry from 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;&lt;div class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;                 Monday&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, November 21, 2005     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="blog" id="blog" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0" height="1" width="30" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;       &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;       &lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;         &lt;label id="pBlogSubject_63162318"&gt;Thankful....&lt;/label&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/happy.gif" /&gt; content                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;       &lt;div id="pBlogBody_63162318" class="blogContent"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Tonight at dinner I realized just how lucky I am. We were eating pasta and my husband and I were sharing a butter knife and it hit me. We are so in tune with eachother. Just then the baby started to whine and Mike gave him a spoonful of his food. Then Abby swiped a piece of spinach from Daddy's salad and I thought to myself, WOW! I have a perfect life. It may not be everyone's ideal But to me it's all I've ever wanted. This is what I was put on earth for. Being a wife and a mother is my calling. Sometimes I take these little things for granted. I love having a warm body to sleep next to at night even those annoying times when he is stealing the  blankets. I love waking up in the morning to the sound of my little boy playing contently in his crib until Mommy and Daddy are awake. I love hearing my little girl pitter patter across the floor when she wakes up. Hearing her call out for Daddy because she wasn't awake when he left for work. The sound of the garage door opening when my husband comes home at night. Silently thanking God for guiding him home safely. I have been blessed, even at the times when things are most hectic I have to stop myself and think about how lost I would be with out them. They are my everything, my reason for waking up in the morning. I am so thankful for my family, I  have been blessed.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;table class="blog" id="blog" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1330182782657133626-4609216733527314492?l=lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4609216733527314492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1330182782657133626&amp;postID=4609216733527314492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/4609216733527314492?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1330182782657133626/posts/default/4609216733527314492?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacsandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-blog-entry-from-2005.html' title='My first blog entry from 2005'/><author><name>Jamiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10206766979891257736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>