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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHSXoyeSp7ImA9WhRaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583</id><updated>2012-02-20T16:43:58.491-05:00</updated><category term="cooking" /><category term="health insurance" /><category term="milking" /><category term="Vibram Five Fingers" /><category term="barn" /><category term="Big City" /><category term="Pushed" /><category term="The Happiness Project" /><category term="books" /><category term="homeschool" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="garden" /><category term="Brown Eyed Photography" /><category term="birth" /><category term="cosleeping" /><category term="house buying" /><category term="ramblings" /><category term="midwives" /><category term="sleep" /><category term="New England Photographer" /><category term="travel" /><category term="playgroup" /><category term="day-to-day" /><category term="chicago" /><category term="postpartum" /><category term="Kid Speak" /><category term="family life" /><category term="multi generational living" /><category term="vaccine" /><category term="chicken pox party" /><category term="do-it-yourself" /><category term="monthly letter" /><category term="farm" /><category term="unschool" /><category term="teaching" /><category term="dogs" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="stay at home mom" /><category term="night time parenting" /><category term="tv watching" /><category term="toys" /><category term="deodorant making" /><category term="body image" /><category term="Department of Human Services" /><category term="chickens" /><category term="women's health" /><category term="dsl" /><category term="taking charge of your fertility" /><category term="toy rotation" /><category term="hula hoop making" /><category term="maternity care" /><category term="cows" /><title>Mommy do it!</title><subtitle type="html">Living life multi-generationally, farming, photographing, home schooling in rural Upstate New York as a family growing and learning together.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MommyDoIt" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="mommydoit" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DSXc9fCp7ImA9WhRaE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-2391157935339868026</id><published>2012-02-15T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T13:36:18.964-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-15T13:36:18.964-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kid Speak" /><title>Kid Speak</title><content type="html">My head said: "the dogs don't have any more water, I should fill up their water bowl" and I said: "okay head, I'll do that" - that's what I said to my head and my head said to me&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl&lt;br /&gt;
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You missed it, Babe&lt;br /&gt;
-Ark Boy while playing Battleship ... talking to his mother, until I explained that not every woman likes to be called "babe" - this surprised him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom! I'll be ready in no time! ... Mom! "no time" means I'm ready right now! *whispers to her brother* Mommy didn't know that "no time" means no time! I'm ready right now! Mommy didn't know that! *giggle giggle*&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: Is that glitter on his tongue? (looking at a picture online of someone sticking out their pierced tongue)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Ummm, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: Is it really? Glitter?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Ummm, it's a piercing.&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: It's like when you pierce your ears to put earrings in? He has that on his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: That's so silly *giggling* He was doing that to be silly, right? *hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;
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*whispers* I'm hiding from "goodnight" &lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl upon learning that it's bedtime&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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*sadly* these are not m&amp;m's ... or chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl looking at her cinnamon raisin bagel&lt;br /&gt;
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Ugh! I want chicken meat! Not potato meat!&lt;br /&gt;
-Ark Boy (also known as stew beef)&lt;br /&gt;
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And that male is a girl, I think&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl&lt;br /&gt;
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We have a downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;
-Ark Boy (remember we're in &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-on-move-again.html"&gt;a double wide&lt;/a&gt; right now)&lt;br /&gt;
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A flying horse! I knew it was a  flying horse because it has wings to fly, see the wings?&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl observing the logo at a Mobil gas station&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm NOT a DAD! I'm a bandit!&lt;br /&gt;
-Exasperated Ark Boy while playing with his sister and a female friend (who evidently was playing rendition 456 of "house")&lt;br /&gt;
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When I'm four I'm going to be taller than you ... I'm going to be THIS tall!&lt;br /&gt;
-Farm Girl pointing to Mommy's belly button&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-2391157935339868026?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/2391157935339868026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=2391157935339868026" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/2391157935339868026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/2391157935339868026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/kid-speak.html" title="Kid Speak" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQXw6fyp7ImA9WhRbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-2176937250555833067</id><published>2012-02-11T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T02:00:00.217-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T02:00:00.217-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ramblings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toy rotation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>Kids, clean your room! .... ???</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoH_ifBRG1Y/TylsHxWEGBI/AAAAAAAAFlk/i6fsXoxuMQA/s1600/BEP_3607.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoH_ifBRG1Y/TylsHxWEGBI/AAAAAAAAFlk/i6fsXoxuMQA/s800/BEP_3607.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm struggling with how much to "make" the kids clean their room. &lt;br /&gt;
I understand that we've been in transition for almost a year and there is never a place for everything. We just haven't been diligent about organizing toys (legos go in this box, puzzles get stacked on this shelf, etc) because we always know it's short term.&lt;br /&gt;
Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started telling the kids that we'd work on organization at our new house and that we'd have to all work on picking up our things. We talk about how it's frustrating when we can't find what we want or stepping on toys, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The kids agreed. &lt;br /&gt;
We'll have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
In the new house.&lt;br /&gt;
That's when we'll start.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were talking about it with Ren Man and he said that when he was a child he never cleaned his room.&lt;br /&gt;
He thinks this is because the only thing the children in his family did in their rooms was get dressed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
So there were no toys in his room to make a mess.&lt;br /&gt;
He said one day he looked around his room and decided he wanted to clean it, so did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In contrast, his cousin was required to clean his room before Ren Man could go visit or the cousin could come over to Ren Man's house. Ren Man is fairly certain this cousin still does not routinely clean his room.&lt;br /&gt;
I would argue Ren Man could be a little neater himself - but who couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At my house growing up most of our toys were in the living room but some toys were in our rooms and we had a healthy collection of books (books being a HUGE contributor to our children's bedroom mess right now). We were required to clean our bedrooms. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;
Require cleaning of the bedroom? &lt;br /&gt;
I think modeling ("Let's clean up the books because I'm noticing that they are ripping when we step on them. Can you help?"; "dolls go in the doll bath so we can keep them off the floor and Eden won't chew on them." etc)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thoughts? Should kids have to clean their rooms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-2176937250555833067?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/2176937250555833067/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=2176937250555833067" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/2176937250555833067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/2176937250555833067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/kids-clean-your-room.html" title="Kids, clean your room! .... ???" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoH_ifBRG1Y/TylsHxWEGBI/AAAAAAAAFlk/i6fsXoxuMQA/s72-c/BEP_3607.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMQXszeip7ImA9WhRbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-3611656124860702930</id><published>2012-02-08T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:58:00.582-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T15:58:00.582-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>On The Enchanted Castle by E. Nesbit</title><content type="html">It started with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Five-Children-Puffin-Classics-Nesbit/dp/0140367357"&gt;Five Children and It&lt;/a&gt; by E. Nesbit. &lt;br /&gt;
I think I just picked it up at the library and thought it sounded fun.&lt;br /&gt;
When I was gifted a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kindle-Touch-e-Reader-Touch-Screen-Wi-Fi-Special-Offers/dp/B005890G8Y"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_11?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&amp;field-keywords=free+kindle+books&amp;x=0&amp;y=0&amp;sprefix=free+kindle%2Cdigital-text%2C299#/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&amp;field-keywords=free+kindle+classics+for+kids&amp;rh=n%3A133140011%2Ck%3Afree+kindle+classics+for+kids"&gt;free kindle classic books&lt;/a&gt; for the kids and downloaded several.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I noticed several E. Nesbit books and was thrilled to read more books by this seemingly prolific writer.&lt;br /&gt;
We started &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Enchanted-Castle-Puffin-Classics/dp/0140367438"&gt;The Enchanted Castle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
I found the story line very similar to Five Children and It.&lt;br /&gt;
Children find source of magic wishing power, make wishes, wishes backfire, children learn not to wish irresponsibly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So that's disappointing. Ark Boy is begging for us to start The Magic City and I'm resisting. The language is very high level (so I find my tongue getting twisted on itself and that I'm interrupted with "so what's going on?") and two stories with very similar story lines makes me not so hopeful for another E.Nesbit novel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have also read some of the short stories in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Book-Dragons-Nesbit/dp/1466326123/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1328720349&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Book of Dragons by E.Nesbit&lt;/a&gt; with minimal to no magic involved (unless you count the dragons - at least they aren't offering to grant wishes).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I've distracted Ark Boy with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Swiss-Family-Robinson-Puffin-Classics/dp/0141325305/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1328720497&amp;sr=8-6"&gt;The Swiss Family Robinson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In case your curious (as I was) &lt;a href="http://www.edithnesbit.co.uk/biography.php"&gt;E. Nesbit&lt;/a&gt; lived at the turn of the last century and wrote several children's books in her lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-3611656124860702930?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/3611656124860702930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=3611656124860702930" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3611656124860702930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3611656124860702930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-enchanted-castle-by-e-nesbit.html" title="On The Enchanted Castle by E. Nesbit" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UERXwzfCp7ImA9WhRbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-4676596465591380760</id><published>2012-02-07T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T04:00:04.284-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T04:00:04.284-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm" /><title>Farm Name (again)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnlVSFwp9UI/TygQad3M9II/AAAAAAAAFkQ/PxClfutjfzg/s1600/meadow.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnlVSFwp9UI/TygQad3M9II/AAAAAAAAFkQ/PxClfutjfzg/s800/meadow.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After posting the latest &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/farm-name-update.html"&gt;farm name blog post&lt;/a&gt; Ren Man and I (with a little encouragement from one of us, not pointing fingers) had more (productive, finally) farm name discussion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We came up with two themes that we felt spoke to what we wanted to convey with a farm name. The first theme was the idea of weaving/woven (weaving relationships between people, food, earth, animals) and a story theme (we're becoming part of the earth's story, the community's story, we're bringing our own stories to this farm, etc).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We talked about Woven Earth Farm, Weaving Roots Farm, Earth Braid Farm, Woven Stories Farm, Meadow Stories Farm, Woven Tales Farm ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And we settled on &lt;b&gt;Woven Meadows Farm&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know, I know. None from the original list. But Ren Man likes it (most days) and I like it (most days).&lt;br /&gt;
I really really wanted us to choose a name asap so &lt;del&gt;we&lt;/del&gt; Ren Man can start working on the website. I keep wanting to email this farmer, or farmers market, etc in our new area but I think it's important to email from our new farm website ... so we've got to get the website up!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just another thing to add to Ren Man's to-do list. He only has two more chapters to write for his dissertation. Write, write, write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4676596465591380760?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4676596465591380760/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4676596465591380760" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4676596465591380760?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4676596465591380760?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/farm-name-again.html" title="Farm Name (again)" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MnlVSFwp9UI/TygQad3M9II/AAAAAAAAFkQ/PxClfutjfzg/s72-c/meadow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CRH88fCp7ImA9WhRbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-4804746898362378337</id><published>2012-02-05T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:07:45.174-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T12:07:45.174-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monthly letter" /><title>Dear Noah</title><content type="html">Dear Mr. Noah,&lt;br /&gt;
You started archery this month and you're loving it ... except the part that it requires that you get out of bed before you're usual roll out of bed. As much as your sister and I share personalities - you and I share the love of staying in bed late and generally we're not morning people. Most archery mornings you say you want to do archery but you really want to "rest a little more first". I understand entirely - you know it will be fun once you get there but the motivation is hard to come by. When your instructor is expecting you though it's important that we show up, you can opt out of future archery lessons. You always decide you want to keep having lessons.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EYi_tdKNcc/TyBRXz4aSGI/AAAAAAAAFiw/-JcVzsebwo8/s1600/BEP_3431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EYi_tdKNcc/TyBRXz4aSGI/AAAAAAAAFiw/-JcVzsebwo8/s800/BEP_3431.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You lost your second tooth this month! So exciting. AND you had your first-ever dentist appointment. I feel guilty that we didn't take you earlier but it really didn't seem necessary at age one when the notices started coming in the mail that you should go. So that made me less inclined to jump on the dentist train any earlier. You were very brave at the dentist and you're looking forward to going back again. Between that and no cavities I would say it was a success! Oh! And - you have two 6-year molars already and the other two are half way through. All you seem to do is grow, grow, grow. Even your teeth show up early!&lt;br /&gt;
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But not too too fast. We were watching a tv show recently when a grown daughter got into bed with her mom when she was having a bad day. I kind of laughed at that and asked you if you'd still be getting into our bed when you're a man. You are certain that you will still be getting into our bed for snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEPipQq_V9c/TyBRYP6mr_I/AAAAAAAAFi4/T9_wLOVFOBg/s1600/BEP_3426-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xEPipQq_V9c/TyBRYP6mr_I/AAAAAAAAFi4/T9_wLOVFOBg/s800/BEP_3426-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You started out this month much hairier on your head than you are now. You kept saying you wanted to wait to cut your hair until summer. Grammy commented that your hair was long on various days and you'd tell her that you wanted to cut it when it gets hot out OR you'd tell her that you wanted a haircut ... tomorrow, not today. This went on for a couple of months. Then one day you decided it was THE day and you wanted a fauxhawk. It was Mommy's first time cutting your hair and I'm impressed - but more importantly - you love your haircut! It did make you age a million years, but that happens every time we cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kix1Imb3sVc/TyBRYYOTuMI/AAAAAAAAFjI/gSoHeR49sQ0/s1600/BEP_3450.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kix1Imb3sVc/TyBRYYOTuMI/AAAAAAAAFjI/gSoHeR49sQ0/s800/BEP_3450.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your two favorite things in the entire world right now are video games and legos. Legos are one thing (mostly helped by the fact that they are contained to one room) but video games create a mad house! We've talked about addiction because it's really like that. You want to play all.the.time and when you can't play you're a wreck. When you've been playing for more hours than I care to admit and we say it's time to take a break, you're a mess. You promise every.single.time that you will "get off as soon as" I say to. But every.single.time it's the same ending. So we all end up frustrated with each other. We're trying to limit (again) because it just makes us feel so yucky. But coming off of any addiction is hard, just ask me about Sims or netflix.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IotwBaKBWoo/TyBRa-TV5wI/AAAAAAAAFjU/Fj1HK_c4kkQ/s1600/BEP_3453-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IotwBaKBWoo/TyBRa-TV5wI/AAAAAAAAFjU/Fj1HK_c4kkQ/s800/BEP_3453-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I presume our homeschool life will always be like this - Mommy and Daddy nervous for weeks on end that we're not doing "enough" and then you do something incredible and we breathe easy for a few weeks until we start to panic again and the cycle continues. You recently drew a picture of someone jumping into a pool. You never draw. So when you do, it's incredible. (Thus framed pictures you've created and no framed pictures of your sisters because her artistry is so prolific). Secondly you wrote "splash". You needed help remembering what makes the /sh/ sound but you wrote the rest. And ... we haven't even really started writing lessons and we've been panicking about our slack-itude. And then you write beautifully. So we're on a homeschool high right now.&lt;br /&gt;
We love being on this journey with you!&lt;br /&gt;
Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4804746898362378337?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4804746898362378337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4804746898362378337" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4804746898362378337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4804746898362378337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/dear-noah.html" title="Dear Noah" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EYi_tdKNcc/TyBRXz4aSGI/AAAAAAAAFiw/-JcVzsebwo8/s72-c/BEP_3431.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQH0_eCp7ImA9WhRbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-90562141901040466</id><published>2012-02-04T04:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T04:00:01.340-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T04:00:01.340-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day-to-day" /><title>Another missing tooth</title><content type="html">Everyone sits down for dinner at Ren Man's parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grammy: Ark Boy, I didn't realize you lost another tooth! You didn't tell me!&lt;br /&gt;
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We all look at each other uncertainly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ark Boy: huh??!?&lt;br /&gt;
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We all look at Ark Boy's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that's how we realized Ark Boy lost his second tooth without anyone even realizing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lppick suggested a post on multi generational living: the blending of two families.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't really feel qualified to discuss this as we've tried it.&lt;br /&gt;
It hasn't worked.&lt;br /&gt;
And we're jumping into a multi generational living situation again.&lt;br /&gt;
I like to think that this time is different.&lt;br /&gt;
It also helps me sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;
To think that this will work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some items we have felt are important and discussed at length as a family group:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All sides are being as honest as possible in the most respectful way possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Everyone feels that this is "really" the other couple's home - AND we don't want the other couple to feel like they are just guests.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;This is something both couples have wanted for 7+ years ... we've been this close to moving in together two previous times then decide that it's not practical - now it is!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;All individuals are comfortable discussing tough stuff with each other respectfully&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Our values, lifestyles, and goals are similar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There is a "get out" plan*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The house has two full bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There is some separation to the bedroom areas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Every person has an area they excel at - an awesomeness they add to the household (Ren Man cooks, Poobah (my dad) is a homesteading enthusiast, Nina (my mom) is patient and generous, and I'm the &lt;del&gt;aggressive domineering &lt;/del&gt; natural leader. See? It's perfect - &lt;del&gt;as long as everyone folds to my bossy ways ;)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;*a friend was emphatic that a get out plan was necessary for everyone. Lives change, people change, circumstances change ... what if someone wants out? This was hard to talk about because &lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt; everyone is enthusiastic about living together forever. But what if that changes? So we have a tentative get out plan in place. And you know what this conversation did? Made us all realize that this is a &lt;i&gt;choice&lt;/i&gt;. It's much easier to live in a situation when you know there is an "out" and it's your &lt;i&gt;choice&lt;/i&gt; to live the way you do.   

So now we're talking paint, shopping for a sectional, and thinking through furniture organization. Suggestions welcome!  The cool thing about these detail-y conversations is realizing that our design tastes tend to be similar.   
Doing a quick google search I found &lt;a href="http://agbeat.com/real-estate-coaching-tutorials/multi-generational-housing-is-the-hot-niche-in-a-cooled-market/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; that says multi-generational households have increased 40% since 1990. Part of this is due to decrease stigma around multi-generational living. I feel this stigma and want to shout: "we &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to share a home with my parents - we &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; have to!" But try to remember, it doesn't really matter what other people think, right? And we think this opportunity is so cool and we're so excited to share a home with my parents.  &lt;a href="http://www.grandparents.com/gp/content/expert-advice/family-matters/article/when-families-live-together.html"&gt;Here's another great article&lt;/a&gt; about multi-generational living that discusses guidelines as well as benefits for every generartion. We think our kids have a fabulous relationship with all four grandparents and I'm so thankful for that. Living together will create a dynamic in which my parents are even more integral in our children's lives. As the article says, people are made to be part of family groups - we're happy to see our family group grow and happy to that my parents will continue to have a day-to-day family group even after my siblings and I have moved beyond childhood (some of us more than others ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;
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Anything else we should think about going into this? Any other questions we should address?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4481794621485572814?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4481794621485572814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4481794621485572814" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4481794621485572814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4481794621485572814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/multi-generational-living.html" title="Multi Generational Living" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t42ucCgQb3g/TygIkCWUcYI/AAAAAAAAFj4/og5Sbhqoplc/s72-c/BEP_0573.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBR3oyfSp7ImA9WhRbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-8616728361369085937</id><published>2012-02-01T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:09:16.495-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T12:09:16.495-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day-to-day" /><title>A day in the life ... {Tuesday}</title><content type="html">When &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-you-are.html"&gt;I asked for suggestions about what readers would like to read about&lt;/a&gt; on this blog, &lt;a href="http://tomtiffmasonandnorah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiff&lt;/a&gt; said she was interested in what I do with the kids. I thought it might be helpful to write out a day in our life.&lt;br /&gt;
That became a tricky and daunting proposition because our days are so different but our weeks follow a general pattern. So I just started one morning (this morning) and will blog another day in our week at some later point.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here's &lt;b&gt;a typical Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; (or at least January 31, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;
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7:18am Farm Girl yells for Daddy&lt;br /&gt;
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7:20 Farm Girl demands oatmeal (all loud voices)&lt;br /&gt;
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7:45 Ark Boy finds me in bed and wants to snuggle but returns to his bed after finding I'm using both pillows - one as usual and one over my head in an attempt to block out light and sound after two rough nights in a row&lt;br /&gt;
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7:55 Ren Man starts reading to Farm Girl and Ark Boy finds his way to the reading spot too, I take dogs out and feed them (we realize after that Farm Girl randomly folded a corner on the book, Socks, and insisted that was where the Ren Man should start reading, then the children have no idea what's going on in the book - this might be an indication that I do not generally use bookmarks)&lt;br /&gt;
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8:10 Farm Girl and Ren Man get ready and leave for Del's school (four mornings a week, 20 minutes away, for another 5 weeks). While there Ren Man will go to a bakery and do some reading for his dissertation&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvFNeruuLBE/Tylr3s0nwvI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5oPbniT8QkE/s1600/BEP_3589.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvFNeruuLBE/Tylr3s0nwvI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5oPbniT8QkE/s800/BEP_3589.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8:15 I'm in bed snuggling with Ark Boy with the whole morning stretched out before us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HELTafM6s9I/Tylr4OF6NUI/AAAAAAAAFlI/vEChhg0Cnbc/s1600/BEP_3598.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HELTafM6s9I/Tylr4OF6NUI/AAAAAAAAFlI/vEChhg0Cnbc/s800/BEP_3598.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8:53 still in bed, decide to watch a documentary about Pompeii&lt;br /&gt;
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8:57 netflix not working. very disappointing&lt;br /&gt;
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9:31 oh my! It's already 9:31 ... have spent all this time checking facebook, emailing, trying to figure out the netflix issue (can't figure it out) Ark Boy is begging to play a game on the computer and I should shower ...&lt;br /&gt;
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9:39 discover &lt;a href="http://www.ixl.com/math/kindergarten/number-lines-up-to-20"&gt;IXL &lt;/a&gt;and start working with some of those&lt;br /&gt;
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9:45 run out of free time on IXL and Ark Boy is asking that we google search "be guys fun game" as in he wants to play a fun game where he can be a character&lt;br /&gt;
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9:47 Ark Boy starts on &lt;a href="http://www.funbrain.com/"&gt;Fun Brain&lt;/a&gt; and I pull myself out of bed to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ngsl8O53DI0/Tylr44cDh5I/AAAAAAAAFlU/dCjBPRzaj8U/s1600/BEP_3606.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ngsl8O53DI0/Tylr44cDh5I/AAAAAAAAFlU/dCjBPRzaj8U/s800/BEP_3606.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10:10 exit shower (I love the shower) and start laundry&lt;br /&gt;
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10:15 think maybe we should have some breakfast&lt;br /&gt;
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10:16 decide to work on blog and other internet stuff while Ark Boy is occupied with games&lt;br /&gt;
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10:21 rinse sprouts we're growing for our hens&lt;br /&gt;
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11:00 feeling in a groove - getting work done, having time for "myself" relatively speaking&lt;br /&gt;
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11:30 lap top Ark Boy was using spontaneously shuts down. Explain that I think this means the computer is too tired and maybe he should get dressed, he thinks he might be ready for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;
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11:37 eggs, jam, and bacon sandwich decided on for breakfast ... will work on convincing him this is brunch&lt;br /&gt;
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11:45 bacon cooking, Ark Boy playing with legos&lt;br /&gt;
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11:58 "breakfast" still cooking, Ren Man and Farm Girl arrive home&lt;br /&gt;
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12:14 breakfast gone, Farm Girl ate a banana, Ren Man packing up to go to his parents to get some reading done&lt;br /&gt;
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12:15 start another set of sprouts for the chickens&lt;br /&gt;
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12:18 "Is it lunch time?!!?" - Ark Boy excited. After brief discussion, he decides to save his orange for later&lt;br /&gt;
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12:37 Ren Man still here, decides to play one game of &lt;a href="http://heroica.lego.com/en-us/Default.aspx"&gt;Heroica&lt;/a&gt; with Farm Girl and Ark Boy &lt;br /&gt;
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1:13 Ren Man drains oats and finally puts his coat on to leave&lt;br /&gt;
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1:22 start putting winter gear on kids - it's the first time this winter they've been out in the snow and they are excited (there hasn't really been that much snow this year yet), tell kids not to open door until I have my gear on so I can take the dogs out at the same time&lt;br /&gt;
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1:23 Ark Boy opens door, Eden slips through, I scream Ark Boy's name&lt;br /&gt;
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1:24 Call Ren Man and ask him to come back and help look for Eden&lt;br /&gt;
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1:25 children outside enjoying snow, I'm feeling angry at Ark Boy, go track Eden up and down a hill through brambles with a dead trail and no dog in the end&lt;br /&gt;
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11:35 decide Eden needs to find her own way back, I'm tired of running after her, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;
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11:40 Ren Man arrives - he drove to Eden's usual spots but didn't see her, he starts following her trail where I let off&lt;br /&gt;
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11:49 kids are done playing outside, Ren Man hasn't found Eden, we decide she'll come back or someone will call (she has a tag with our number on it), Ren Man goes back to his parents to read&lt;br /&gt;
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11:59 Ren Man decided to go look for Eden one more time, drops traveling dog off before finally going to his parents&lt;br /&gt;
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2:10 more laundry, kids playing in the toy room&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:12 Farm Girl says: "some of my friends have clean bedrooms. they pick up after they play so it's not messy" Hmmm. what a concept.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:21 Eden barking like crazy, Farm Girl asking for time on the computer (which usually leads to my resentment - I have plenty to do on the computer without needing to share it with a 3 year old)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:23 discover that UPS has left a package&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:33 package opened (canvas of Ark Boy that we've sadly decided not to hang until we move) and kids are watching Sesame Street videos on laptop&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:47 keep working on photography related stuff&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2:55 remember that I emailed playgroup friends about ideas around my relationship with Farm Girl - go to check responses, feel much better&lt;br /&gt;
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3:24 feeling hungry, go bring water/food to chickens and collect eggs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZCSPM0Ltj4/Tyltmom30oI/AAAAAAAAFlw/BizLMo1Ewcw/s1600/BEP_3611.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZCSPM0Ltj4/Tyltmom30oI/AAAAAAAAFlw/BizLMo1Ewcw/s800/BEP_3611.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEvdQXlPBm0/Tyltm5g58sI/AAAAAAAAFl8/T267JHTWos8/s1600/BEP_3614.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEvdQXlPBm0/Tyltm5g58sI/AAAAAAAAFl8/T267JHTWos8/s800/BEP_3614.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-unY0e1sXRkU/TyltnTOR1wI/AAAAAAAAFmI/NRWqgL__OVQ/s1600/BEP_3621.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-unY0e1sXRkU/TyltnTOR1wI/AAAAAAAAFmI/NRWqgL__OVQ/s800/BEP_3621.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DADgs-LCxes/Tyltn1pt0OI/AAAAAAAAFmY/akQsA9Mw2No/s1600/BEP_3625.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DADgs-LCxes/Tyltn1pt0OI/AAAAAAAAFmY/akQsA9Mw2No/s800/BEP_3625.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUPU7EW_wzE/TylvgBmLW9I/AAAAAAAAFmg/D04AxiHHyaU/s1600/BEP_3630.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUPU7EW_wzE/TylvgBmLW9I/AAAAAAAAFmg/D04AxiHHyaU/s800/BEP_3630.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3:46 40 eggs, start them soaking. Realize most of day has been spent on computer - but it's productive and I haven't had a day like this in eons. Exit guilt. No seriously, go away guilt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4:48 kids are filling in the numbers for February's calendar&lt;br /&gt;
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5:02 Ren Man returns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5:19 Ren Man folds laundry and Farm Girl finishes an orange&lt;br /&gt;
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5:42 Ren Man cooking dinner, kids playing in our bedroom&lt;br /&gt;
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6:04 eating dinner - Ren Man calls it "drop egg soup" because he poached eggs in the soup - it's yum, and warm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfb3D0d7xes/TylvgeolvAI/AAAAAAAAFms/S8Wx9ZUZDUM/s1600/BEP_3635%2Bdinner.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vfb3D0d7xes/TylvgeolvAI/AAAAAAAAFms/S8Wx9ZUZDUM/s800/BEP_3635%2Bdinner.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6:18 dinner is done&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6:39 we're playing some game that involves various toy animals, dogs are laying out on either side of me, Ren Man is in the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;
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7:19 kids playing in our bedroom with Ren Man - they are wrestling and pretending to be doggies&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
seven-three-zero announced by Farm Girl, Ren Man says it's time to get ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7:37 poured irish cream, rinsed sprouts, no one has brushed their teeth yet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8:17 after teeth brushing, pj's, and reading the kids are now having "looking time"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8:25 Farm Girl up to go potty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8:40 start dishes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9:24 okay seriously, stop procrastinating, start washing dishes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9:40 dishes done, taking dogs out and then climbing into bed&lt;br /&gt;
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Whew! I don't know when I'll be up for another Day in the Life. I found myself glued to the computer - I think to detail every coming and going of our day. I did get SO MUCH computer based work done but also feel so blah from staring at a screen all day. &lt;del&gt;Oh, and Netflix STILL isn't working. Grrr.&lt;/del&gt; Ren Man took the time (unlike me) to uninstall and reinstall the netflix program.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow we're slated for our first dentist appointment. The kids are SUPER excited!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-8616728361369085937?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/8616728361369085937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=8616728361369085937" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8616728361369085937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8616728361369085937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-life-tuesday.html" title="A day in the life ... {Tuesday}" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iayhn3HWGlc/Tylr3XwR9lI/AAAAAAAAFkw/AvQSJWX6og0/s72-c/BEP_3579.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEEQH45eCp7ImA9WhRUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-7594639437348625893</id><published>2012-01-31T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:30:01.020-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T03:30:01.020-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv watching" /><title>Lost on Netflix</title><content type="html">1.5 seasons through &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/lost"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt; and ... I'm feeling done.&lt;br /&gt;
I was hooked at first. &lt;br /&gt;
The idea that everyone has some big, intense back story was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
My back story is not that interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
No one has conned me into donating one of my organs.&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't actually donated an organ at all - conned or not.&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't murdered anyone.&lt;br /&gt;
No alcoholic parent.&lt;br /&gt;
No drug issues.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've always loved the story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Swiss_Family_Robinson"&gt;Swiss Family Robinson&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
So it's interesting to watch a group of individuals trying to form a society that is better than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_the_Flies"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/a&gt; with some hope of being rescued (the time spent hoping fervently in the beginning of the series I found frustrating - it's seven or so seasons long - surely they don't just get rescued ... get on with making a life on the island!).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lost lost me when it started getting to confusingly (that's a word, right?) far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite Netflix love right now is &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/shows/how_i_met_your_mother/"&gt;How I met your mother&lt;/a&gt;. Can't get enough! Haha! I just discovered that Barney &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; has &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/shows/how_i_met_your_mother/barneys_blog"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt;! And I thought this show was fiction!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the update on my &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/netflix-suggestions.html"&gt;Netflix journey&lt;/a&gt; ... and the underlying demise of my writing/blogging/life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-7594639437348625893?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/7594639437348625893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=7594639437348625893" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/7594639437348625893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/7594639437348625893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/lost-on-netflix.html" title="Lost on Netflix" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EAQXk4eip7ImA9WhRUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-3942094025352066271</id><published>2012-01-28T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:54:00.732-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T11:54:00.732-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>The Happiness Project :: Final Thoughts</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwN-wdJIbfY/TxwQF1qM4XI/AAAAAAAAFhY/agCewSSSmwU/s1600/BEP_2993.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwN-wdJIbfY/TxwQF1qM4XI/AAAAAAAAFhY/agCewSSSmwU/s800/BEP_2993.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The second half of &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt; seemed to drag more than the first half.&lt;br /&gt;
My enthusiasm waned.&lt;br /&gt;
To be fair &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/netflix-suggestions.html"&gt;I set up Netflix&lt;/a&gt; half way through the book.&lt;br /&gt;
But a week after finishing the book I'm still definitely pondering what was read.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Laughing more&lt;/b&gt; (even when it's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; funny).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Being me&lt;/b&gt; (I love sewing, I do that. I don't love hiking up mountains, so I don't - even though I &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt; I was a hiker).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've been thinking about different things that bring happiness. The increased effort put into a happy inducing activity increases happiness more than activities that require less work. So tv watching is low input so lower happiness than say, caring for a dog. At least that's the theory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The dog is interesting to ponder because of my great want for one before having one and then now feeling not so enamored (we acclimate to our experience so something initially very satisfying - the new dog - soon is a normal part of life and not as happy inducing). But the dog requires me to go outside at least four times a day. My least favorite times to take the dogs out are in the morning (my bed is so warm, my children so snuggly) and at night (I'm tired, it's cold out there, I just want to get into bed with &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/p/2012-book-list.html"&gt;a good book&lt;/a&gt;!). &lt;br /&gt;
Once I get outside, morning and night are my favorite times to be outside. I would NEVER go out at those times of day if I didn't HAVE to. &lt;br /&gt;
Every morning I see the blush of sun rise (and notice as it's coming up earlier and earlier). The sky is soft and glowing and it's all so peaceful and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;
Every night the sky is a deep dark color with clear crisp bright points of light, so so bright in the dark sky. And the moon glows with a soft haze around it, or crisp around the edges depending on the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm enjoying these daily rhythms that slow me down and force me into an (initially unwanted) experience that is so peaceful and happy inducing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm doing &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafting-pic.html"&gt;projects that have been on my to-do list&lt;/a&gt; for too long. or "doing what ought to be done"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started making bread again. I think I'm going to stick with perfect an oatmeal bread recipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm reading (&lt;a href="http://www.thehungergames.co.uk/"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/a&gt;, currently)&lt;br /&gt;
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And I'm staying more cognizant of happiness and what is worth letting go and what is worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone else started a Happiness Project?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-3942094025352066271?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/3942094025352066271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=3942094025352066271" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3942094025352066271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3942094025352066271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-project-final-thoughts.html" title="The Happiness Project :: Final Thoughts" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwN-wdJIbfY/TxwQF1qM4XI/AAAAAAAAFhY/agCewSSSmwU/s72-c/BEP_2993.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENSHw6fyp7ImA9WhRUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-4778546105843751336</id><published>2012-01-27T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:48:19.217-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T09:48:19.217-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monthly letter" /><title>Dear Del 3years 9mos</title><content type="html">Dear Del,&lt;br /&gt;
You're rockin' your new hair cut. It's super cute and it's hard to resist telling you. I'm nervous about saying it too often because I think you're still not "cool" with words like "pretty" and "cute". You're cracking us up, as ever, with your sense of humor. Yesterday on the way to school (a 20-minute ride with continuous dialogue carried almost entirely by you) you informed me that Eden, our dog, had one of your dolls. You took it from Eden and put it far back on your bed so she couldn't reach it ... unless she was a giraffe dog and had a giraffe neck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6OERW1tjmM/TyBQIgxG8oI/AAAAAAAAFho/wcoVLej0GoQ/s1600/BEP_3418.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6OERW1tjmM/TyBQIgxG8oI/AAAAAAAAFho/wcoVLej0GoQ/s800/BEP_3418.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You're talking more regularly about your friends at school and you're sad to think that you only have about four more weeks of preschool left until our big move to Upstate NY (it's like there's a state called "New York" which is in and around NYC and then there's "Upstate NY") and we don't plan on finding a preschool for you there. It took you a while to warm up to preschool - it's not that you were anti ... it's just that you seemed not very outgoing or super excited about school. Then you figured school out a bit more and now it seems like you talk to a variety of kids and you make an attempt to visit most of the stations (painting, cooking, snack, computers, "babies", and lots and lots of book time). But we're not feeling totally excited about this school or maybe just about you being at preschool. Part of the appeal for us with Noah was that he was was at a co-op (your preschool is not) and that he had consistency across his preschool years. I'm sad for you but also happy to have more time with you! Noah and I miss you when you're at school and we can't wait to include you more in what we're doing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9bq6Bjql2E/TyBQJB4OiRI/AAAAAAAAFhw/xbtlxZF18LU/s1600/BEP_3419.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9bq6Bjql2E/TyBQJB4OiRI/AAAAAAAAFhw/xbtlxZF18LU/s800/BEP_3419.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You and I are similar in so many ways. It's fun to pull out pictures from when I was your age and see the similarities. It's also fun to listen to you jabber on-and-on and know exactly where that came from (and it definitely isn't your dad!). It's great to see how important relationships are for you and watch as you interact with others to foster those relationships. Let's talk about mornings. This is our one difference (so far). You are a morning person. I am not. At all. You wake up in the morning and you are &lt;i&gt;ready&lt;/i&gt;! You can usually last until 7am but then it's all about the oatmeal (okay 2 things different between us). You want breakfast asap and you want it to be oatmeal. Oh! And you want to push the buttons on the microwave, put in the sugar, and stir. When I'm up with you (protesting mildly and only when Daddy is at the barn) I remind you to be quiet. I want to wake up minimally and then go get back in my warm bed ... and Noah is still in bed. You are easily able to keep a quiet voice and move your bowl slowly so as not to be too noisy. When you get up with Daddy (most mornings of the week), it's terrible. The two of you chat in full volume voices and clang around with bowls and the microwave door like it's a reasonable hour to be making such noise. I'm thinking about tramping about the house and wrestling with Noah late into the night. Kidding. I really need you to get your sleep because &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; really need to get your sleep &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; you are up by 7am more often than not. Morning person! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5aFSmo2fWY/TyBQJXfd4qI/AAAAAAAAFiA/Xjs39q4P6EY/s1600/BEP_3424-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5aFSmo2fWY/TyBQJXfd4qI/AAAAAAAAFiA/Xjs39q4P6EY/s800/BEP_3424-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so excited about your relationship with Noah. You're both happy to include the other in whatever adventure you're dreaming up and you're also both able to negotiate and work things out - for the most part. The trickiest part is when you both want to talk at the same time. I remember that. From when I was a kid. Oh, and now, when you and I want to talk at the same time. I still get a kick out of you carrying around dolls (something Noah has n.e.v.e.r done, even with encouragement) and also concentrating hard on building structures with Noah. People talk about wanting their kids to be close and equating that with close-in-age. I don't buy it. I've seen several sibling sets that are very close even with 4+year age gaps. Right now, when you're young, maybe being close in age helps some, but you still have individual age-appropriate interests right now. I just hope as you grow your relationship continues to strengthen. As it is now, your friendship is something that every person can hope to attain with another.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EjpOIzITWc/TyBQKONVN8I/AAAAAAAAFiI/479moR0f6Uo/s1600/BEP_3434-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EjpOIzITWc/TyBQKONVN8I/AAAAAAAAFiI/479moR0f6Uo/s800/BEP_3434-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your confidence with other people is always a surprise. You often follow Noah's lead so if you see him hesitate, you do too. Less so as you get older but you still react in response to his behavior around people. This month we had two families over for dinner - one of the dad's you had never met. I was proud and surprised when I realized you had captured the attention of everyone at the table with a story you were relaying to this man you'd never met. Your confidence was something to be proud of, for sure. I was also proud of the dad who may or may not have understood entirely what you were saying. I think so (he also has an almost-four-year-old and you two sound so similar to me in your speech!).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGG-Z2QJ3jI/TyBQyiBF4AI/AAAAAAAAFiY/32WUTiHiL4s/s1600/BEP_3441-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mGG-Z2QJ3jI/TyBQyiBF4AI/AAAAAAAAFiY/32WUTiHiL4s/s800/BEP_3441-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Grammy is calling you a "Susie Homemaker" and I have &lt;i&gt;no idea&lt;/i&gt; where you picked up things like vacuuming, washing dishes, cooking, putting babies to bed .... this is not something you've learned from me, that's for sure! You regularly "make" ice tea in your kitchen - and add lemon to make it extra special. Pizza is also a popular dish that comes out of your kitchen. You love to push around the vacuum, on or off. You are very enthusiastic about washing dishes and you and Noah have washed them once by yourselves - a couple of dishes, anyway. Must remember to be patient as you both learn this "fun" task as it will be much harder, I'm guessing, to convince you of the "fun" when you're older.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5PueviDcc/TyBQy471SOI/AAAAAAAAFik/w0vqTceUDVc/s1600/BEP_3455.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5PueviDcc/TyBQy471SOI/AAAAAAAAFik/w0vqTceUDVc/s800/BEP_3455.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You told me that you like it when I say "I love you" but you don't like kisses or hugs. It's so hard to resist kissing you! and hugging you! But every time I do you remind me: "remember mom? I told you? I love it when you say: "I love you" but NOOO kisses!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So sadly, no kisses, but lots of "I love you!"'s,&lt;br /&gt;
Momma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4778546105843751336?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4778546105843751336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4778546105843751336" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4778546105843751336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4778546105843751336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-del-3years-9mos.html" title="Dear Del 3years 9mos" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m6OERW1tjmM/TyBQIgxG8oI/AAAAAAAAFho/wcoVLej0GoQ/s72-c/BEP_3418.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQH47cCp7ImA9WhRUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-213031997752103873</id><published>2012-01-24T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:30:01.008-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T04:30:01.008-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv watching" /><title>Netflix suggestions</title><content type="html">I was madly addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/glee/"&gt;Glee&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="https://www2.netflix.com/"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt; at Ren Man's parents.&lt;br /&gt;
Sadly netflix's glee availability ran out before my interest but I did not get on the Glee bandwagon fast enough to catch up with the currently airing season 3.&lt;br /&gt;
So I wait.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For Christmas, having witnessed my netflix love my mother-in-law got us a 3 month membership.&lt;br /&gt;
So I thought I'd catch up on all the shows people have raved about over the last 5 years or so and that I haven't watched.&lt;br /&gt;
We do watch Grey's Anatomy faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;
I was interested in &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/big-love/index.html"&gt;Big Love&lt;/a&gt;. Not streamed on netflix so a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I started with &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/lost"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt; (half way through season 2, currently)&lt;br /&gt;
Tried &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/tara/home.sho"&gt;United States of Tara &lt;/a&gt;but didn't care for it - too much silly drama&lt;br /&gt;
Started watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%27Til_Death"&gt;'Til Death&lt;/a&gt; to lighten things up when I needed a Lost break. I like &lt;a href="http://everybodylovesray.com/"&gt;Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;/a&gt; so 'Til Death is fun because I think it's similar humor.&lt;br /&gt;
I also started &lt;a href="http://abcfamily.go.com/shows/switched-at-birth"&gt;Switched at Birth&lt;/a&gt; when I reasoned that most people watch episodes weekly and not whole seasons in a weekend. I like Lost but needed/wanted something based a little bit more in reality.&lt;br /&gt;
I also attempted &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/the-office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; and found it too stupid to even finish one episode.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry! I know there are HUGE Office fans, I'm not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've shoved a bunch of shows into my Instant Queue:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heroes&lt;br /&gt;
24&lt;br /&gt;
Weeds    &lt;br /&gt;
Brothers &amp; Sisters  &lt;br /&gt;
Bones    &lt;br /&gt;
Numb3rs   &lt;br /&gt;
White Collar   &lt;br /&gt;
Friday Night Lights  &lt;br /&gt;
Mad Men  &lt;br /&gt;
How I Met Your Mother  &lt;br /&gt;
Life Unexpected  &lt;br /&gt;
30 Rock   &lt;br /&gt;
Masterpiece Classic: Downton Abbey  &lt;br /&gt;
Arrested Development  &lt;br /&gt;
Kramer vs. Kramer  &lt;br /&gt;
Being Human (U.S.)  &lt;br /&gt;
My Name Is Earl &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So after Lost (as the main anchor to my netflix watching) &lt;b&gt;what should I watch next&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As an interesting side note: &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-started-drinking.html"&gt;not only did I not drink in my younger days&lt;/a&gt;, I also did not have a television. For this very reason. Now I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I think I have more watching time here than my 3 month membership allows. What to do, what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-213031997752103873?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/213031997752103873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=213031997752103873" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/213031997752103873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/213031997752103873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/netflix-suggestions.html" title="Netflix suggestions" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQ3o8eip7ImA9WhRUE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-7359451189930397864</id><published>2012-01-23T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T04:30:02.472-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T04:30:02.472-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unschool" /><title>socialization and homeschool?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkMY87A3uJI/TxmhEe-1hAI/AAAAAAAAFhM/vhqsArwEub4/s1600/BEP_3240.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkMY87A3uJI/TxmhEe-1hAI/AAAAAAAAFhM/vhqsArwEub4/s800/BEP_3240.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There comes a time (or multiple times) in a parents life when your heart swells with pride and you can't believe this child is the one you've been raising all this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This was not one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friendly mom at Farm Girl's school who is interested in home schooling after preschool peeks her head into our car where Ark Boy is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;
Friendly mom: Hi, Ark Boy!&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: *grunt*&lt;br /&gt;
Friendly mom: How do you like homeschool?&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: *phhheeeeeww* (or whatever sound it is when you place your tongue between your lips and spit)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm reassuring myself with the fact that he tends to be shy, he would be like this with any adult stranger that initiated a conversation whether he was homeschooled or not, and this is something we can work on.&lt;br /&gt;
Two days later we had this successful conversation :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Man enters archery area where Ark Boy is having lessons while we're waiting for his instructor&lt;br /&gt;
Me: *smile at man*&lt;br /&gt;
Man: *smiles back*&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Hi&lt;br /&gt;
Man: Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: HI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Man: Hi! Are you here to do some shooting?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
......&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy: mmhmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-7359451189930397864?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/7359451189930397864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=7359451189930397864" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/7359451189930397864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/7359451189930397864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/socialization-and-homeschool.html" title="socialization and homeschool?" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkMY87A3uJI/TxmhEe-1hAI/AAAAAAAAFhM/vhqsArwEub4/s72-c/BEP_3240.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQXszfip7ImA9WhRUEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-5480044151049519010</id><published>2012-01-21T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T04:00:00.586-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T04:00:00.586-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birth" /><title>US Maternal Mortality Crisis?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-x8qUaM0qw/TxmO6c1_MbI/AAAAAAAAFhA/i_wUEiL6CHI/s1600/Brown%2BEyed%2BPhotography%2BMaternity-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-x8qUaM0qw/TxmO6c1_MbI/AAAAAAAAFhA/i_wUEiL6CHI/s800/Brown%2BEyed%2BPhotography%2BMaternity-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Back in '08 &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2008/07/pushed.html"&gt;I wrote&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://pushedbirth.com/"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; I still feel every person should read. &lt;br /&gt;
Every person. &lt;br /&gt;
Required reading for college freshman seminar. &lt;br /&gt;
That's how important this book is. &lt;br /&gt;
Did I say required?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I continue to be passionate about birth (I was told this passion would subside the further from that stage of life I was ... I now don't have the opportunity to pull out my soap box regularly but I still feel passionate!).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the Pushed blog there was recently &lt;a href="http://pushedbirth.com/2011/09/maternal-health-care-crisis-by-the-numbers/"&gt;this frightening image&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amnesty.org/"&gt;Amnesty International&lt;/a&gt; with statistics backing the term "&lt;b&gt;The U.S. Maternal Health Care Crisis&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I know there are concerns about maternal health care in this country - but a "crisis"? &lt;br /&gt;
Really?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, if one considers a pregnant woman nearly dies every 15 minutes in this country due to pregnancy related complications a high frequency&lt;br /&gt;
or&lt;br /&gt;
that 49 countries have a lower maternal mortality ratios than this country is ridiculous (and yet, according to &lt;a href="http://www.scienceandsensibility.org/"&gt;Science and Sensibility&lt;/a&gt; the average cost of maternal health care is twice as high in the US as any other country) (An additional side note: the US has the highest maternity related deaths when compared to all developed nations. Countries with lower maternal mortality include Kuwait, Bulgaria, Croatia, Turkey, Portugal, United Arab Emirates, and more, obviously)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as stated on the &lt;a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/our-work/campaigns/demand-dignity/maternal-health-is-a-human-right/maternal-health-in-the-us?id=1351091"&gt;amnesty U.S. maternal health care website&lt;/a&gt; 6.6 deaths per 100,000 live births in 1987 and in 2006 there were 13.3 deaths per 100,000 live births&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that's sounds pretty critical to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The solution? How are other countries saving more of their moms and babies? &lt;br /&gt;
Pregnancy does not always end in a live baby or a live mother.&lt;br /&gt;
But we can obviously increase the chances of healthy mom and baby.&lt;br /&gt;
But how?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's a growing demand for home births.&lt;br /&gt;
This seems like the place to start.&lt;br /&gt;
Obstetricians dictionary definition: "A physician or surgeon qualified to practice in obstetrics"&lt;br /&gt;
Wait, a surgeon? At birth?&lt;br /&gt;
98% of pregnancies are healthy.&lt;br /&gt;
So why are less than 1% of pregnancies experiencing minimal intervention through a home birth?&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn't make sense to me that a qualified surgeon would spend their time sitting patiently with women while they go through their birth process.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do you think the solution is? Is there a solution for this country? Is the above even a crisis? We may be listed as 49 but the maternal death rates are so so low when ranking the top countries, does it matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-5480044151049519010?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/5480044151049519010/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=5480044151049519010" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/5480044151049519010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/5480044151049519010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/us-maternal-mortality-crisis.html" title="US Maternal Mortality Crisis?" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-x8qUaM0qw/TxmO6c1_MbI/AAAAAAAAFhA/i_wUEiL6CHI/s72-c/Brown%2BEyed%2BPhotography%2BMaternity-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABRHs9cCp7ImA9WhRUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-6967552054833336045</id><published>2012-01-20T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:52:35.568-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T10:52:35.568-05:00</app:edited><title>And you are .... ?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnvzsercwpo/TxmJamx0nUI/AAAAAAAAFg0/h6M7v1SBavM/s1600/recent%2B280.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnvzsercwpo/TxmJamx0nUI/AAAAAAAAFg0/h6M7v1SBavM/s800/recent%2B280.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The &lt;b&gt;comment love&lt;/b&gt; has increased dramatically over the last few months and I appreciate this very very much.&lt;br /&gt;
It inspires me to keep on keepin' on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I noticed that last month there were over &lt;b&gt;1,000 page views&lt;/b&gt; on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
That doesn't necessarily mean 1,000 visitors to the blog but it does mean there is an impressive (as far as I'm concerned) number of people looking at the blog.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyone who reads anything on the blog is getting the impression that "What [I] write about is real life and that is what makes your blog so refreshing" (thanks Lppick) and I "don't just write about kittens and ponies and unicorns pooping rainbows...[I'm] real" (thanks &lt;a href="kateduval.com/blog"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;) and "your blogs are great!  Not everyone can be so candid..." (thanks Construction Queen).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So this leads me to believe that people reading the blog know a lot about me (which is not a bad thing) and I'm curious about readers. &lt;br /&gt;
I would love it if readers would share in the comments:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1) the &lt;b&gt;best thing&lt;/b&gt; that's happened to you in the last week&lt;br /&gt;
2) something you'd like to read about on this blog (could be a &lt;b&gt;question for me or a general article&lt;/b&gt; on farming, photography, birth, cloth diapering, ap parenting, babywearing, urban homesteading, bread making, etc - Lppick recently asked about multi generational living which I'm drafting in my head - thanks for that suggestions, Lppick)&lt;br /&gt;
3) the &lt;b&gt;link to your blog&lt;/b&gt; if you have one - I want to stalk you too, if I don't already!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This will be a fun way to get to know readers and for you to get to know each other. Feel free to reply to each others comments with thoughts, questions, etc!&lt;br /&gt;
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How to comment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Someone (who will remain nameless to protect her innocence ;) ) recently emailed saying since comments were turned off she thought she'd email because she wanted to weigh in on the farm name ....&lt;br /&gt;
So ... if you want to comment the easiest way (I think, but feel free to offer another suggestion!) is to click on the title of the blog post and scroll to the bottom of the post. The box for comments should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-6967552054833336045?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/6967552054833336045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=6967552054833336045" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/6967552054833336045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/6967552054833336045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-you-are.html" title="And you are .... ?" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jnvzsercwpo/TxmJamx0nUI/AAAAAAAAFg0/h6M7v1SBavM/s72-c/recent%2B280.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANQ3o5fyp7ImA9WhRUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-8019354738292558644</id><published>2012-01-18T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:29:52.427-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T17:29:52.427-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Happiness Project" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day-to-day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="do-it-yourself" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>crafting</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnoc2aO8T5Y/Tws3Sb8GowI/AAAAAAAAFgA/pmuAKb88yRM/s1600/BEP_3256.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnoc2aO8T5Y/Tws3Sb8GowI/AAAAAAAAFgA/pmuAKb88yRM/s800/BEP_3256.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Part of my &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-project.html"&gt;Happiness goals&lt;/a&gt; included starting Christmas gift projects &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hard to make time, though, for things that you feel are enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gretchen, of &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt; talks about this saying that you don't value things you enjoy ... in this family we enjoy reading so feel like the time we spend reading is "frivolous" and not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; beneficial or bettering in any way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Crafting is the same way (although it's more my domain, I think than Ren Man's).&lt;br /&gt;
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And there is this perfection thing - my project isn't exactly perfect so I feel inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then I think about the purpose of the project. Even if the seams aren't perfectly lined up, the project still meets its end goal ... so I keep crafting, creating, making.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The project pictured above, being a Christmas present and all ... no more info is safely shared, unfortunately. But it's making progress!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I did pause to start working on &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/03/735-pictures-later.html"&gt;a monumental project&lt;/a&gt; that I've ignored for a long time and want DONE before we move.&lt;br /&gt;
This monumental project is harassing my perfectionist tendencies (that Ren Man does not believe I have!).&lt;br /&gt;
But again, the purpose is to have all the pictures &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; albums in somewhat the right order ... but more importantly that they are in albums and not loose prints.&lt;br /&gt;
So I'll keep stuffing the album .... then get back to the more fun project pictured above!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-8019354738292558644?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/8019354738292558644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=8019354738292558644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8019354738292558644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8019354738292558644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafting-pic.html" title="crafting" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnoc2aO8T5Y/Tws3Sb8GowI/AAAAAAAAFgA/pmuAKb88yRM/s72-c/BEP_3256.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQXw5eSp7ImA9WhRVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-8145533704134036375</id><published>2012-01-16T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:30:00.221-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T06:30:00.221-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm" /><title>Farm Name Update</title><content type="html">This is what we've got on our list so far (that Ren Man is vetoe-ing, much like naming our children where I suggest, suggest, suggest, and vetoes, vetoes, vetoes. When he finally make a suggestion I leap on it! - trying to avoid that ...)&lt;br /&gt;
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- First list is for you to see with no background, what's your first impression - thoughts? likes? dislikes? connotations that come to mind?&lt;br /&gt;
Following that is a list with our current thought process around each name&lt;br /&gt;
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Roots and Shoots&lt;br /&gt;
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Wedgewood&lt;br /&gt;
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Fine View Farm&lt;br /&gt;
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Pocket Farm&lt;br /&gt;
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Thistledew&lt;br /&gt;
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Something with "Cricket" or "Chirp" in the name - not sure what yet&lt;br /&gt;
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Green Porch Farm&lt;br /&gt;
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Fields and Friends Farm&lt;br /&gt;
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Roots and Shoots Farm - maybe too cutesy? but speaking to the past and future - generations, learning from elders and experimenting with "new" farming practices, as well as literal plants and animals growing on the farm (Ren Man is wondering if this is too vegetable oriented)&lt;br /&gt;
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Wedgewood - the property is in a corner/wedge and is half wooded (Ren Man says this makes him think of wedgies) &lt;br /&gt;
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Fine View Farm (thanks for this recommendation, Sheba) - love the FVF initials&lt;br /&gt;
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Pocket Farm - again, it's in a corner/wedge and it's small&lt;br /&gt;
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Thistledew - say it out loud. I love this but my there is concerned that it represents some Scottish connection (that we don't have)&lt;br /&gt;
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Something with "Cricket or "Chirp" - love these words and the implication of something little doing great things&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Green Porch Farm (thanks for this recommendation, Kira) - this is the &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;name Ren Man hasn't vetoed. The rest of us aren't in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; with it. I like the sense of community that I feel a porch implies and Ren Man likes the double meaning (green living, etc).&lt;br /&gt;
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Fields and Friends Farm (a recent suggestion by Ren Man)&lt;br /&gt;
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So the discussion continues ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-8145533704134036375?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/8145533704134036375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=8145533704134036375" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8145533704134036375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8145533704134036375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/farm-name-update.html" title="Farm Name Update" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IER34-eip7ImA9WhRVFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-5449790424180577627</id><published>2012-01-15T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:25:06.052-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T14:25:06.052-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm" /><title>house update</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s1600/BEP_3352.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s800/BEP_3352.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We offered 16k less than the asking price and asked for every appliance (everything but the washer and dryer and extra freezers/refrigerators was included).&lt;br /&gt;
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They came back and lowered their price 2k, no appliances, and closing date not until March 15th.&lt;br /&gt;
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We offered 12k less than their asking price, closing March 1st - didn't mention appliances.&lt;br /&gt;
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They came back and said "no" ... they weren't changing their previous offer.&lt;br /&gt;
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It felt like all they did was lower the price 2k. What is that? In this housing market ... not gonna fly.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we walked.&lt;br /&gt;
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We were feeling hopeful about other options but also sad to let this property go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twenty four hours later they offered closing of March 8th and 6k less than their original asking price.&lt;br /&gt;
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We accepted.&lt;br /&gt;
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They've agreed to leave a freezer (but I don't think the awesome washer and dryer).&lt;br /&gt;
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They also recently asked if we'd like their sheep and chickens (I think there are 4-6).&lt;br /&gt;
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We know they're moving to a more urban area.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sheep followed us around the barnyard during the first showing and seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's 4-6 more chickens?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sooo ... March 8th.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we continue to debate &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/12/farm-name.html"&gt;farm name&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-5449790424180577627?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/5449790424180577627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=5449790424180577627" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/5449790424180577627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/5449790424180577627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/house-update.html" title="house update" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s72-c/BEP_3352.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQnszfSp7ImA9WhRVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-4426189444361369379</id><published>2012-01-10T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:18:03.585-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T08:18:03.585-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body image" /><title>Oreo Love (I knew it!)</title><content type="html">&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn21OncgW6M/Tws31e_37FI/AAAAAAAAFgY/qJq-KFReRdM/s1600/BEP_3285.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn21OncgW6M/Tws31e_37FI/AAAAAAAAFgY/qJq-KFReRdM/s800/BEP_3285.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have more proof.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-husband-is-trying-to-fatten-me-up.html"&gt;My husband &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; really trying to fatten me up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
My husband bought me not one, but TWO boxes of oreos for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
This was his Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;
From him.&lt;br /&gt;
To me.&lt;br /&gt;
This is not at all the same as &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-gifting.html"&gt;a spice rack&lt;/a&gt; (that I love by the way and he's as excited as he can outwardly be).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No.&lt;br /&gt;
This is obvious: "I'm trying to fatten my wife"&lt;br /&gt;
I still haven't figured out his motivation.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it isn't a crime so there's no motivation?&lt;br /&gt;
What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And there's more.&lt;br /&gt;
Not only did he get me oreos ...&lt;br /&gt;
he got double stuffed (one package)&lt;br /&gt;
and triple stuffed (the other package)&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't even know they made triple stuff!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! And triple stuff is stupendous.&lt;br /&gt;
I was nervous I wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;
But I did.&lt;br /&gt;
Eat-it-all-in-one-day kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And there's more.&lt;br /&gt;
He brought our children on this oreo-purchasing adventure.&lt;br /&gt;
What kind of message is he sending?&lt;br /&gt;
I know. &lt;br /&gt;
He is starting early.&lt;br /&gt;
Teaching them the mission of fattening up their mother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! And there's more.&lt;br /&gt;
My brother is in on it too.&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently my husband spoke with my brother and convinced him of the importance of fattening me up too?&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;
What I do know is that my brother gifted not one but TWO packages of oreos also.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But, the evidence is gone.&lt;br /&gt;
I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;
In a week.&lt;br /&gt;
No more oreos.&lt;br /&gt;
And my body is happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oreos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and snacks in between ... yum! But my body is mad at me for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5JOtzktf1g/Tws31ZjIDSI/AAAAAAAAFgo/bwaUxg4lgh8/s1600/BEP_3292.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--5JOtzktf1g/Tws31ZjIDSI/AAAAAAAAFgo/bwaUxg4lgh8/s800/BEP_3292.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I recently read in &lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/"&gt;Mother Earth News&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://michaelpollan.com/"&gt;Michael Pollan&lt;/a&gt; said in &lt;a href="http://michaelpollan.com/books/food-rules/"&gt;Food Rules&lt;/a&gt; that Rule #39 is that you can eat junk food ... you have to make it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
I found a recipe for oreos that's right on (the cookies were soft but the filling was exact).&lt;br /&gt;
Pollan's reasoning is that if you make the effort to make your junk food you won't consume so much.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, this is true for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;
One is that you had to put in all this effort.&lt;br /&gt;
Another reason: when you realize the filling is equal parts shortening, butter, and powdered sugar ... it's a little off putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4426189444361369379?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4426189444361369379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4426189444361369379" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4426189444361369379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4426189444361369379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/oreo-love-i-knew-it.html" title="Oreo Love (I knew it!)" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn21OncgW6M/Tws31e_37FI/AAAAAAAAFgY/qJq-KFReRdM/s72-c/BEP_3285.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFRHw_eCp7ImA9WhRVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-1257448362798891843</id><published>2012-01-10T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:43:35.240-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T14:43:35.240-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="do-it-yourself" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house buying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garden" /><title>Mother Earth News</title><content type="html">&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN43SC7-1eg/Tws3MOYXDRI/AAAAAAAAFf0/XSdoJiYW10E/s1600/BEP_3249.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN43SC7-1eg/Tws3MOYXDRI/AAAAAAAAFf0/XSdoJiYW10E/s800/BEP_3249.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/"&gt;Mother Earth News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love this publication. &lt;br /&gt;
It was fun to discover when we were in Providence.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not sure how I stumbled across it.&lt;br /&gt;
I happened to mention it to my dad as this great resource I found. &lt;br /&gt;
He said he's been subscribing on and off since the '70s.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now he brings us the latest issue whenever he's done with one (pretty much every time we see him).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I love this publication&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Have I said that already?&lt;br /&gt;
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Every issue is incredible - cover-to-cover.&lt;br /&gt;
I have a random issue next to me with cover stories like:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/organic-gardening/hoop-house-zm0z11zmat.aspx"&gt;Build an Easy Hoop House to Grow More Food&lt;/a&gt; (very excited about this - won't work with our snow load, but still exciting to read about)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/modern-homesteading/how-to-dry-firewood-zm0z11zkon.aspx"&gt;How to Get the Best Firewood for Clean Energy&lt;/a&gt; (yay for wood heat and some wooded acres that need thinning!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/do-it-yourself/root-cellars-zm0z11zkon.aspx"&gt;Five Low Cost Outdoor Root Cellars&lt;/a&gt; (my dad is more excited about this than me because I'm hoping we can use the basement as a root cellar and not have to dig through snow to find our diy root cellar)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/organic-gardening/cover-crops-zm0z11zsto.aspx"&gt;Create Better Soil with Cover Crops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/real-food/real-milk-zmrz11zalt.aspx"&gt;The Astonishing Story of Real Milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All exciting stuff combined with a joint interest with my dad is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
Ren Man purchased a dvd of 40 years of lots of Mother Earth News goodness.&lt;br /&gt;
This publication has been vital in our day to day life as we did as much "farming" as we could in our urban rental - how much more so now that we're farming "for real".&lt;br /&gt;
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What's your favorite farming-related magazine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-1257448362798891843?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/1257448362798891843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=1257448362798891843" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/1257448362798891843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/1257448362798891843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/mother-earth-news-pic.html" title="Mother Earth News" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN43SC7-1eg/Tws3MOYXDRI/AAAAAAAAFf0/XSdoJiYW10E/s72-c/BEP_3249.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFQn47eyp7ImA9WhRVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-4530435486496306157</id><published>2012-01-09T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:05:13.003-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T16:05:13.003-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brown Eyed Photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house buying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="barn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garden" /><title>Farm to put an offer on - lots and lots of pictures - LOTS</title><content type="html">We went to the house yesterday for one more (TWO HOUR) look before putting an offer on this house. &lt;br /&gt;
There was some stress about whether high-speed internet, a necessity for our work and my dad's, would be available. &lt;br /&gt;
We now know it is - so it's a go.&lt;br /&gt;
We can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;
So much to do, so much excitement.&lt;br /&gt;
In &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt;, Gretchen talks about how happiness is increased with the anticipation of something and then we acclimate and it isn't so happiness inducing. She says that gardening is an example of something that can regularly make you happy because of the anticipation (and growth, another contributor to happiness).&lt;br /&gt;
We're planning to paint, add shelving, oh - and FARM. Lots of continued anticipation and growth to come.&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of happiness already by this looking-for-a-farm-with-my-parents process (and a fair amount of stress) and lots to come (stress is expected too :) )&lt;br /&gt;
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As a side note on pictures of real estate: it is often &lt;strike&gt;terrible&lt;/strike&gt; not so great. &lt;br /&gt;
So during this trip I brought our camera to get a few quick shots.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are a TON of pictures. I'll put comments ABOVE the picture I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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The house from the road (we love the porch, the split rail fence, the not-busy road)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s1600/BEP_3352.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s800/BEP_3352.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My dad, Ren Man, Ren Man's mom walking across the larger meadows towards the house (love the space, the mountains in the background, the old barn)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSJ1wuz_zAI/TwsyeEgnkjI/AAAAAAAAFbo/4f1wQzGkkKc/s1600/BEP_3308.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSJ1wuz_zAI/TwsyeEgnkjI/AAAAAAAAFbo/4f1wQzGkkKc/s800/BEP_3308.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My dad and Ren Man walking along the ridge next to the snow covered pond at the front of the property (it's to the left a little of the house when you're looking at the house but can't see it in the first picture because it's covered in snow)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzsmYdH9bgs/TwsyeherChI/AAAAAAAAFb0/uYHQ8EPWvdg/s1600/BEP_3314.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzsmYdH9bgs/TwsyeherChI/AAAAAAAAFb0/uYHQ8EPWvdg/s800/BEP_3314.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the rooms in the barn that has several stalls. There are two other "rooms" at least as large as this one in the barn with additional stalls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fydh2aMoUQw/TwsyfKzLSoI/AAAAAAAAFcE/T_Oav7D4sGk/s1600/BEP_3302.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fydh2aMoUQw/TwsyfKzLSoI/AAAAAAAAFcE/T_Oav7D4sGk/s800/BEP_3302.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the two haylofts in the barn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbnLWSyy8A8/Twsyf_TjzwI/AAAAAAAAFcM/nJPSEJkADoI/s1600/BEP_3303.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbnLWSyy8A8/Twsyf_TjzwI/AAAAAAAAFcM/nJPSEJkADoI/s800/BEP_3303.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The front porch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHsmw8x7NlQ/Twsy0opCpII/AAAAAAAAFc4/8pghEURiWpQ/s1600/BEP_3316.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHsmw8x7NlQ/Twsy0opCpII/AAAAAAAAFc4/8pghEURiWpQ/s800/BEP_3316.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Front porch again (so excited about a front porch!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKsgP2V6o7E/Twsy1ZYDmAI/AAAAAAAAFdA/XDgXlvZjhkI/s1600/BEP_3318.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKsgP2V6o7E/Twsy1ZYDmAI/AAAAAAAAFdA/XDgXlvZjhkI/s800/BEP_3318.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is right when you walk in the front door - so an entryway. My mom really did not want to walk into a room (dining room or kitchen or living room) but to have a dedicated entry area, and I have to agree. This is perfect. I am SOOO excited about the woodstove. It was essential, in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
There is an office area immediately to your right (you can see the edge of the door frame on the bottom right of this picture), behind the woodstove is the laundry room, half bath and set of stairs, the door straight ahead goes out to a mudroom and work room and wood storage area before going outside near the barn, the kitchen is straight ahead and to the left (you can see one of the cabinets, dishwasher, and sink next to the back door), the dining room is to the left (see the corner of the wall halfway up the picture on the left?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgLUiJ662X8/Twsy1ubq5qI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/Zw0HYTxxomk/s1600/BEP_3320.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgLUiJ662X8/Twsy1ubq5qI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/Zw0HYTxxomk/s800/BEP_3320.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The kitchen. I love how open it is to the house (but not too open) and how light it is. Yes, it's small but efficiently designed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_H3EhhGeaY/TwszVqy4BMI/AAAAAAAAFdY/ZzvQUWlP6B4/s1600/BEP_3321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_H3EhhGeaY/TwszVqy4BMI/AAAAAAAAFdY/ZzvQUWlP6B4/s800/BEP_3321.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The dining room. There is a wallpaper problem in this house - we're having fun dreaming up what paint to throw on these walls. We're loving the &lt;a href="http://www.benjaminmoore.com/en-us/for-architects-and-designers/pottery-barn-paint-colors#/view_swatches/view_all/"&gt;Pottery Barn collection that Benjamin Moore has.&lt;/a&gt; To the left is the living room (that I didn't get a picture of) and the stairs straight ahead go to the landing shown four pictures down and leads to our (mine, Ren Man, and the kids bedrooms).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N31EPOpAlIk/TwszV-eebcI/AAAAAAAAFdo/8S-R06_Yh4o/s1600/BEP_3325.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N31EPOpAlIk/TwszV-eebcI/AAAAAAAAFdo/8S-R06_Yh4o/s800/BEP_3325.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is our bathroom (meaning mine and Ren Man's and the kids) I love the paint color already!&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LYrVPU0Mmo/TwszWryJU8I/AAAAAAAAFdw/45KT3kDeXi0/s1600/BEP_3329.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LYrVPU0Mmo/TwszWryJU8I/AAAAAAAAFdw/45KT3kDeXi0/s800/BEP_3329.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My parents bedroom (wallpaper hit hardest here and in their bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r59PpCh3gwA/TwszW9wiuNI/AAAAAAAAFeA/MUZKjJan9_A/s1600/BEP_3331.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r59PpCh3gwA/TwszW9wiuNI/AAAAAAAAFeA/MUZKjJan9_A/s800/BEP_3331.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My parents bathroom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfA6IJ7pUDU/TwszrCd1SPI/AAAAAAAAFeI/8x-Py7K2rRI/s1600/BEP_3332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfA6IJ7pUDU/TwszrCd1SPI/AAAAAAAAFeI/8x-Py7K2rRI/s800/BEP_3332.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The landing upstairs when you go up the stairs that are in the dining room. I'm so excited about how big this landing is. Straight ahead is the bedroom Ren Man wants us to use (it's in the picture below) (I'm not sure if this one would be better for us or the smaller one in the next picture with the blue border wall paper)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA63XA6Q790/TwszrALcHtI/AAAAAAAAFeY/K3MiwErIj3k/s1600/BEP_3337.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zA63XA6Q790/TwszrALcHtI/AAAAAAAAFeY/K3MiwErIj3k/s800/BEP_3337.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Potentially mine and Ren Man's bedroom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBSMoVSWWJM/TwszsM4Q4II/AAAAAAAAFeg/BQDkCQm_pRk/s1600/BEP_3338.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBSMoVSWWJM/TwszsM4Q4II/AAAAAAAAFeg/BQDkCQm_pRk/s800/BEP_3338.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or this one:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcGKrezX6c0/TwszsV3uxUI/AAAAAAAAFes/-QYTqPCCBAg/s1600/BEP_3339.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcGKrezX6c0/TwszsV3uxUI/AAAAAAAAFes/-QYTqPCCBAg/s800/BEP_3339.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid's room (both kids are excited about the bunkbeds ... and are fine when we explain that the bunkbeds don't stay):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMYA0E57kw/Twsz_Dc0o8I/AAAAAAAAFe4/Wksks5XmnWY/s1600/BEP_3340.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQMYA0E57kw/Twsz_Dc0o8I/AAAAAAAAFe4/Wksks5XmnWY/s800/BEP_3340.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This is the back door going to the barn. I think the birch bark is so neat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rl4-hyX8ZE/Twsz_AfzY_I/AAAAAAAAFfA/qa8oqBNfZOM/s1600/BEP_3346.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rl4-hyX8ZE/Twsz_AfzY_I/AAAAAAAAFfA/qa8oqBNfZOM/s800/BEP_3346.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not pretty but very functional work room for rinsing vegetables and eggs and storing things like egg cartons and scale never mind the space for refrigerator/freezer items.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSX2r5VKQM4/Twsz_R82-CI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/HNYA1CTZHCY/s1600/BEP_3347.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSX2r5VKQM4/Twsz_R82-CI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/HNYA1CTZHCY/s800/BEP_3347.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So that's the photo tour. We're in love (despite advice NOT to fall in love before closing). Now we have to wait and hope that the buyers accept our offer.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe seeing these help with ideas for &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/12/farm-name.html"&gt;farm name advice&lt;/a&gt;? We're still thinking through options. At some point the farm was called: Paradise Corners Farm (the farm is located on a corner of a paved and dirt road). We're not loving that ...&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think of it all?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-4530435486496306157?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/4530435486496306157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=4530435486496306157" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4530435486496306157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/4530435486496306157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/farm-to-put-offer-on-lots-and-lots-of.html" title="Farm to put an offer on - lots and lots of pictures - LOTS" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGd1RTo-DC8/TwsyeH_FWSI/AAAAAAAAFbc/-XSJhwRieT8/s72-c/BEP_3352.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNRnY9fip7ImA9WhRVEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-8776858686945658330</id><published>2012-01-07T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:18:17.866-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T20:18:17.866-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>Why our Christmas Tree is still shining bright</title><content type="html">EETU4EPF4GB3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Dgad4DfEQ/Tws3bQU4C8I/AAAAAAAAFgM/WzMMhhg-acw/s1600/BEP_3275.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Dgad4DfEQ/Tws3bQU4C8I/AAAAAAAAFgM/WzMMhhg-acw/s800/BEP_3275.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I usually feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; ready to dismantle the Christmas Tree the day &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; ready.&lt;br /&gt;
Ren Man has been of the opinion that we should wait until we can't stand it anymore (okay, really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't stand it, he still doesn't care) before finally getting a tree before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
Ren Man's mom usually waits until January 6th to take down their tree.&lt;br /&gt;
New Year's is usually my limit. &lt;br /&gt;
New Year's day = no tree.&lt;br /&gt;
Please!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This year is different.&lt;br /&gt;
In so.many.ways, it's different.&lt;br /&gt;
As much as it felt like there was absolutely no more of me to give towards an extra task (Christmas was reduced to a "something to cross off my to-do list") it also was an excuse to slow down - at least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the day.&lt;br /&gt;
Leading up to &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-christmas-in-mostly-pictures.html"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt; we kept presents hidden. &lt;br /&gt;
Generally, at the end of the gift giving frenzy the tree suddenly looks naked and forlorn - all empty below it's sprawling branches.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without that lead up of a present filled under story of the tree .... in fact, having only been adorned with presents for less than 12 hours ... the tree didn't look so naked after the presents were open. &lt;br /&gt;
It was still lovely in the memories it held connected to each ornament, the soft glow of light it gave to the living room area, the (disappointingly faint) smell of pine tree ... warmth, family, relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, one day, without meaning to, I realized that Christmas was an event long past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before Christmas we had a family over for dinner who we didn't know very well. I suddenly realized that it would be mildly embarrassing if we didn't yet have a tree up, being so close to Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;
In the same way, I realized it might be embarrassing to have friends over and still have our Christmas tree shining bright. &lt;br /&gt;
My parents came and my mom mentioned it was a pathetic looking tree.&lt;br /&gt;
This was not said in meanness nor was it offensive - I'm quite proud of our unique tree.&lt;br /&gt;
But it made me wonder if others felt sorry for our tree and might not see it as quite so endearing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And suddenly I was done.&lt;br /&gt;
I packed the tree up in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;
I loved seeing the ornaments again, one-by-one and remembering everything that brought them into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
There's a frame decorated with tissue paper by Ark Boy with a picture of him inside the frame and the words: "I love my mommy and daddy because they pick me up." He made this in his preschool years.&lt;br /&gt;
There is the camera ornament my parents gifted to us this year.&lt;br /&gt;
There is the ornament from Ren Man's first Christmas and the one from mine.&lt;br /&gt;
As ready as I was to have our living room back, it was also sad to think of not seeing these mementos for a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;
It was fun to think of the fun we had this Christmas and how different and exciting next Christmas will be.&lt;br /&gt;
And now our living room feels big and light and airy (although in the Christmas process we managed to inherit three LARGE plants for a friend who was closing her inn for the winter ... and then two more impressively sized plants from my parents ... and we still have three big potted plants at Ren Man's parents).&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if that's part of the purpose of a Christmas tree ...&lt;br /&gt;
It was overwhelming to think of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; we would inevitably need to home after the holidays (not including the plants :) ) ... with the tree gone it suddenly seems our home has doubled in size. Oh, and we love the additional greenery - especially with the view out of the large windows being all white and brown with occasional blue skies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-8776858686945658330?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/8776858686945658330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=8776858686945658330" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8776858686945658330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/8776858686945658330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-our-christmas-tree-is-still-shining.html" title="Why our Christmas Tree is still shining bright" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8Dgad4DfEQ/Tws3bQU4C8I/AAAAAAAAFgM/WzMMhhg-acw/s72-c/BEP_3275.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRns6fCp7ImA9WhRVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-6137261116059352038</id><published>2012-01-06T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:44:17.514-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T14:44:17.514-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>The Reading List {2012}</title><content type="html">Books:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gretchen Rubin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-project.html"&gt;My initial thoughts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-project-half-way-through.html"&gt;reflections on the first half of the book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Publications:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/"&gt;Mother Earth News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/mother-earth-news-pic.html"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-6137261116059352038?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/6137261116059352038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=6137261116059352038" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/6137261116059352038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/6137261116059352038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/reading-list-2012.html" title="The Reading List {2012}" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ERnY8fip7ImA9WhRVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-1088480335664056500</id><published>2012-01-06T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:16:47.876-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T16:16:47.876-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>The Happiness Project: half way through reading</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvEGj_nAjYI/Tws2232_kSI/AAAAAAAAFfc/pm4XOUJDvAc/s1600/BEP_3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvEGj_nAjYI/Tws2232_kSI/AAAAAAAAFfc/pm4XOUJDvAc/s800/BEP_3251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm loving working through &lt;a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/"&gt;The Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So much that Gretchen, the author says rings true with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She initiates the project because even though her life is as she "planned" and everything is "perfect" she still doesn't feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's not like depression ... just blah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I very much relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I may have some reason to be &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-on-move-again.html"&gt;disappointed&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-for-now.html"&gt;frustrated&lt;/a&gt; etc currently but overall ... we are healthy in body, mind, and relationships, we are pursuing dreams and every day we are making great strides towards our goals. All happy, happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But usually I feel frustrated about how much I haven't been able to do in a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've never been a "live in the moment" kind of person - more goal/future oriented.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Energy&lt;/b&gt; is the first thing Gretchen tackles in her pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This means things like exercising, eating healthy, getting enough rest. Gretchen decides to get to bed early to maximize her sleeping opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm super excited about &lt;b&gt;exercise&lt;/b&gt;, running, in particular.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have a whole bookmark folder dedicated to running.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then there comes the part where leaving the house and actually putting foot to pavement happens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not so enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;
I tried when I first got the &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/search/label/Vibram%20Five%20Fingers"&gt;vffs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
It last three runs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Besides, it's snowy and icy and cold outside these days.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I'll take up this exercise thing called running when we're into warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My philosophy has always been that I don't want to do exercise just for the sake of doing exercise - there should be a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In &lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-on-move-again.html"&gt;Possum Living&lt;/a&gt; the author puts forward that most of the world's problems can be dealt with through running - not jogging - full steam ahead RUNNING. How many adults really give it all they've got and sprint as fast as they can? So this is something I want to do. Some other day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Healthier diet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-husband-is-trying-to-fatten-me-up.html"&gt;Except for the part where I can't&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But generally we have a healthy diet well steeped in local, whole, unprocessed foods.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh and I'll work on &lt;b&gt;getting enough rest&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ark Boy wakes up for an hour straight at ten minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next half hour Farm Girl takes a turn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the dog wakes up whining for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I turn the hall light on for Ark Boy so he isn't scared.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get him a drink.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fix his blankets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fix Farm Girl's blankets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I get her a drink.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I turn the hall light off because it's too bright for Farm Girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I bring the dog out and she explodes with crazy poop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6:30am finally asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Farm Girl wakes up at 7am demanding that the day start immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I curse Gretchen and her going to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She obviously doesn't have kids who wake up incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She later confesses grouchiness due to one of her children being up frequently one night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So she does know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The chapter on &lt;b&gt;Marriage&lt;/b&gt; was helpful because this past year has been the hardest on our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
Something to do with an incredible jump in our stress level, the change in our lifestyle (which lead to a change in our parenting roles), and the demands of our new life ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think in the end we want what is best for the other person and that leads to us both giving 100% effort into this relationship. Relationships are most important - people are most important - and our relationship with each other is the ultimate relationship priority.&lt;br /&gt;
As far as Gretchen's book, it was incredibly enlightening to read the realization that when she's doing something "for him" (laundry, dishes, shopping) it's not actually for &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; or he'd do it himself - she's doing it because &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; wants to (the laundry pile has got to the point where it drives her crazy). This switch in thinking allows Gretchen (or me) to not build resentment towards her/my partner. The other important piece that I got from this (and remember) was consciously &lt;b&gt;choosing to do kind and thoughtful acts for your partner&lt;/b&gt;. This was something enthusiastically pursued in the beginning but perhaps now is something that is on the back burner while other life issues demand attention more fervently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWC6qa_PD4U/Tws23H0YW5I/AAAAAAAAFfs/B2PyR7ISuJM/s1600/BEP_3253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWC6qa_PD4U/Tws23H0YW5I/AAAAAAAAFfs/B2PyR7ISuJM/s800/BEP_3253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this point the story of the book became pretty engrossing and so the speed of my reading increased dramatically decreasing my ability to reflect. &lt;br /&gt;
Just an excuse to read this one again at some point.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the chapter on &lt;b&gt;Parenthood&lt;/b&gt; the overarching message was: enjoy the moment, don't worry about another check mark (or in my case a crossing-off) on the to-do list. Does it really matter if the blog was updated or the laundry was folded or the client was emailed within two minutes of sending their email to you?&lt;br /&gt;
What does matter is that two extra minutes of snuggling, the game of Monopoly Jr., or the ten minutes of putting together a lego castle. That's what's important.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On &lt;b&gt;leisure&lt;/b&gt;- the struggle with this whole project is: Is one being selfish by pursuing their own happiness? The answer over and over is "no" - when you are happy you spread happy (a non-selfish and &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; thing). Leisure is hard because it doesn't cross anything off the to-do list. But without that "fun" in between ... what's the point of the to-do list? This chapter was about giving permission to ditch the to-do list and go have fun - just to have &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;. I recently told Ark Boy that most adults forget how to play (just like Peter Pan said!) and it's true. I don't really "get" how to "play" legos or whatever with him. But maybe I'm just out of practice. And I've not been reading as much because "I don't have time" - I added it to my to-do list - now I have time. One of the things I'm so thankful for in our life is that we are actively pursuing our passions and things that we find &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;. Which Gretchen also has managed to do and leads to the next chapter ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... on &lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt;. Gretchen says she wants to look forward to Monday morning as much as Friday afternoon. For us our work is pretty constant - but we want it to be that way. We want our work to be our life and our life our work. We don't want to be anxious about getting to work because we have so much to do OR chomping at the bit to get home because we want to see our family and cook a meal. We love our &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/browneyedphotography.com"&gt;photography&lt;/a&gt; and we love our &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/valdalefarm.com"&gt;farming&lt;/a&gt; and we're excited to be able to do that along with our home life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The last chapter half way through the book is &lt;b&gt;friendship&lt;/b&gt;. Gretchen's goal was to enrich long term friendships, deepen active friendships, and pursue new friendships. I love these goals and feel that these are actively pursued throughout my day-to-day life. The last year my ability to interact with other humans has been marginal. Something to pursue more enthusiastically again when some other things feel settled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Throughout the book I've enjoyed reading Gretchen's experience, reflecting on my own and thinking through future life goals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I keep thinking: as soon as we get all the farm/house/life sorted out I can really focus on this!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that's the point I think: &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not next month.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm trying to remember that by crafting, reading, writing, playing with the kids, watching, photographing, emailing friends, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-1088480335664056500?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/1088480335664056500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=1088480335664056500" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/1088480335664056500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/1088480335664056500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-project-half-way-through.html" title="The Happiness Project: half way through reading" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvEGj_nAjYI/Tws2232_kSI/AAAAAAAAFfc/pm4XOUJDvAc/s72-c/BEP_3251.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MR3k7fyp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173549631732597583.post-3895836990891174589</id><published>2012-01-05T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:21:26.707-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T16:21:26.707-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monthly letter" /><title>Dear Noah 5years+8mos</title><content type="html">Dear Noah,&lt;br /&gt;What a month! Daddy was going to go sit in the shooting shack and he asked if you wanted to go. You were thrilled and very serious about the whole affair. You made sure to wear lots of layers (including 5 pairs of underwear) at the suggestion of your parents who knew it would be hours in the cold. Daddy said he explained to you that you'd have to be quiet so you didn't scare away the deer. In general you'd use a quiet voice but then as your story became more animated, so did your voice ... until Daddy would remind you to be quiet and the whole cycle would start again. You did see a deer in the end (although when you got home you were more interested in telling everyone you saw a fox) and Daddy shot at it. It was almost dark so daddy didn't end up finding it until the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve43qB2Aqzc/TwXD5ad6W_I/AAAAAAAAFaQ/fLiXpUGoSZs/s1600/BEP_3007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve43qB2Aqzc/TwXD5ad6W_I/AAAAAAAAFaQ/fLiXpUGoSZs/s800/BEP_3007.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were excited to be part of the adventure - but mostly about seeing the fox, I think, and spending time with Daddy at the shooting shack. From what I've gathered that's what hunting season is all about though - going to deer camp and hanging out - hunting deer is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSRbo0oemBo/TwXD5i3r6NI/AAAAAAAAFac/rOcobwbhHp0/s1600/BEP_3010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSRbo0oemBo/TwXD5i3r6NI/AAAAAAAAFac/rOcobwbhHp0/s800/BEP_3010.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still loving being read to. At the beginning of the month we were reading the orinal Robin Hood. I think we're half way through and we got distracted with the holidays. Robin Hood was confusing too because the good guys were the outlaws and the bad guys were the knights and the princes. Mommy got an e-reader for Christmas and now we're 60% through The Enchanted Castle by E. Nesbit. I'm hoping to start Fairy Tales soon but I struggle with the gender issues and the fighting ... We'll see. You have your eyes on The Magic City by E. Nesbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ul0FWafXXjc/TwXEFoowtFI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/e0KmFh6ZCx4/s1600/BEP_3011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ul0FWafXXjc/TwXEFoowtFI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/e0KmFh6ZCx4/s800/BEP_3011.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're maturity surprises me as does the way you turn a phrase. Your vocabulary amazes me regularly. I love how you've adopted the values we've been teaching unconsciously your whole life. At a recent family gathering a cousin grabbed a handful of your hair to tousle it. This was a cousin you rarely see and probably don't remember at all because she lives out of state. You were very upset as you saw this as quite disrespectful - it's not respectful to grab someone's hair, especially when you don't know them. You had the experience to tell you that this didn't feel right and you left the situation, but not the confidence to question this stranger's actions. I'm so pleased that you know that everyone is to be respected - no matter their age.&lt;br /&gt;We explained that this was this cousin's way of saying: "hey! I haven't seen you in a long time! You've gotten so big! And look at all that hair!" without actually saying anything. That made some sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-up_GD2UB3l8/TwXD6xlsvvI/AAAAAAAAFa0/-BPeO6XuRDk/s1600/BEP_3005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-up_GD2UB3l8/TwXD6xlsvvI/AAAAAAAAFa0/-BPeO6XuRDk/s800/BEP_3005.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legos have become THE toy in this house. You beg Daddy to play legos with you whenever he's home and you spend hours playing this super cool lego game you got for Christmas. It's so cool to see what you create - mostly vehicles that do cool things like have propellers, include storage places for gold and treasure, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH-o9n4bjDU/TwXD6urocTI/AAAAAAAAFao/kmOYyHf_MFI/s1600/BEP_3003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH-o9n4bjDU/TwXD6urocTI/AAAAAAAAFao/kmOYyHf_MFI/s800/BEP_3003.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss your sister like crazy when she's off at school and seeing the games you two come up with and the way you use words with each other ... I hope your relationship is this awesome forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you muchly,&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9173549631732597583-3895836990891174589?l=mommydoit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/feeds/3895836990891174589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173549631732597583&amp;postID=3895836990891174589" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3895836990891174589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173549631732597583/posts/default/3895836990891174589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mommydoit.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-noah-5years8mos.html" title="Dear Noah 5years+8mos" /><author><name>Sarah Vaillancourt</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106973226650135813738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bVuidzUkKg4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFGM/iITDnG3GgmE/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve43qB2Aqzc/TwXD5ad6W_I/AAAAAAAAFaQ/fLiXpUGoSZs/s72-c/BEP_3007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

