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/><title>Raising Irish Twins, plus one!</title><subtitle type="html">Irish Twins are born within 12 months of each other.  Mine are 10 1/2 months apart. Plus, our newest addition puts us at 3 in 3 years 3 months!  Life is always an adventure here!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</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/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne" /><feedburner:info uri="raisingirishtwinsplusone" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYHQX85eCp7ImA9WhRWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-4364359905613083423</id><published>2012-01-02T22:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:15:30.120-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T22:15:30.120-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy New Year!</title><content type="html">
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I haven't posted in a while.&amp;nbsp; I've been a&amp;nbsp;little over whelmed and worn out.&amp;nbsp; Things never seem to work out the way I plan.&amp;nbsp; Nothing ever seems to get done.&amp;nbsp; Everyone always says well you are busy, but really I just feel like a failure.&amp;nbsp; I feel lazy and crappy.&amp;nbsp; Some days I look over the day and think what did I do today.&amp;nbsp; The last week was has been a nightmare. I have been sick for over a week now.&amp;nbsp; Sore throat, sinus pressure,&amp;nbsp;chest sore probably from the&amp;nbsp;horrible cough that keeps me up all night.&amp;nbsp; The antibiotics got my voice back but other than that I am still miserable.&amp;nbsp; It just seems to always be something.&amp;nbsp; One thing I am grateful for is that the kids and hubby aren't really that sick.&amp;nbsp; Just the sniffles.&amp;nbsp; Thank God, for my husband who was on vacation and did almost everything the past week!&amp;nbsp; He is amazing.&amp;nbsp; I feel so bad that he had to do all that.&amp;nbsp; Plus, since I'm sick I'm supper cranky to.&amp;nbsp; Poor Guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-4364359905613083423?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/ttBMPCLEIGg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4364359905613083423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=4364359905613083423" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4364359905613083423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4364359905613083423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/ttBMPCLEIGg/happy-new-year.html" title="Happy New Year!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENRnY5eCp7ImA9WhRTF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-2036047024817994667</id><published>2011-11-08T17:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:41:37.820-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T17:41:37.820-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things kids say" /><title>A little Evil or A lot!</title><content type="html">
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Evie wanted to have a costume party and she kept asking me what my costume was gonna be.&amp;nbsp; I said "I'm already wearing it. I'm an evil mommy!" She didn't like that.&amp;nbsp; She kept telling me I wasn't evil and that wasn't a good costume anyways.&amp;nbsp; I ended up being a princess.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;So today I told her, "I'm not really evil. Only a little Evil.&amp;nbsp; Are you a little evil?"&lt;br /&gt;
She looked at me and said, "No...I'm A lot Evil!...Just kidding I'm not evil, only a little!" then she laughed! I almost died from laughing so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-2036047024817994667?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/35YGGoUekeE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2036047024817994667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=2036047024817994667" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2036047024817994667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2036047024817994667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/35YGGoUekeE/little-evil-or-lot.html" title="A little Evil or A lot!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-evil-or-lot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENRns8fyp7ImA9WhRTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-5045240701498284179</id><published>2011-11-08T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:38:17.577-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T14:38:17.577-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multiple c-sections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="siblings and pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy tests" /><title>Pregnant again, again, again!</title><content type="html">
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According to my calculations I am 5 weeks and due on July 9th.&amp;nbsp; Since my doctor doesn't do VBACs (vaginal births after a csection) this birth will also be a c-section.&amp;nbsp; Usually, scheduled two weeks early so we are looking around June 18th? I'm not sure about that date didnt look at next years calendar and my math is horrible. He usually does them on a friday!&amp;nbsp; So as long as things go ok.&amp;nbsp; We know what to expect as far as that.&amp;nbsp; My last pregnancy I had gestational diabetes and that was not fun! Hope it doesnt happen again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I also feel it's a little to early to celebrate, but if your pregnant you're pregnant thats not gonna change.&amp;nbsp; At least not for another 8 months!&amp;nbsp; I am not looking foreward to being pregnant or having a c-section again.&amp;nbsp; Each time it gets a little harder than before! I am guessing thats from the scar tissue.&amp;nbsp; I am loking foreward to having a baby!&amp;nbsp; Kids are amazing and I couldn't imagine a life without them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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That being said.&amp;nbsp; I am not looking foreward to all the changes that are gonna have to be made.&amp;nbsp; We need a new car!&amp;nbsp; We all won't fit in ours!&amp;nbsp; Which really sucks cause we just bought it!&amp;nbsp; Well 7 months ago but still that's new.&amp;nbsp; We are already planning on moving next year, but moving when your pregnant is not fun!&amp;nbsp; You can't do anything, and while people understand that it still sucks!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My kids are so excited.&amp;nbsp; Evie and Topher are already talking about names for their baby brother!&amp;nbsp; I really hope its a boy! Thats's another thing.&amp;nbsp; Nameing a kid is difficult!&amp;nbsp; All of my kids have special names with special meanings the more you have the harder that is to do! Oh, and by coincidence all 3 of their names are greek in origin!&amp;nbsp; So gotta keep that trend going!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-5045240701498284179?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/lAvJnNT0HRg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5045240701498284179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=5045240701498284179" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5045240701498284179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5045240701498284179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/lAvJnNT0HRg/pregnant-again.html" title="Pregnant again, again, again!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/pregnant-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQno6eSp7ImA9WhRTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-8751073631127145617</id><published>2011-11-08T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:11:33.411-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T13:11:33.411-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positive pregnancy test" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><title>Here we go again!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v84MaDyJOCcn3rkjB9ZYJ8bECkU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v84MaDyJOCcn3rkjB9ZYJ8bECkU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am pregnant again.&amp;nbsp; I took a test last night and it was positive.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna take a blood test tomorrow to confirm.&amp;nbsp; Or really just make it official.&amp;nbsp; The kids are so excited.&amp;nbsp; Topher told my sister first when she got here this am.&amp;nbsp; Then he and Evie sat down and discussed what the baby's name is gonna be.&amp;nbsp; They are sure its a boy!&amp;nbsp; I just think it is so funny because as you may have read a&amp;nbsp;couple weeks ago all a sudden out of the blue my 4year old daughter started talking about a baby brother!&amp;nbsp; I told you she's spoiled and usually gets what she wants. I'm starting to wonder if she's psychic too! Maybe she can hook me up with some lottery numbers! My husband is supper excited I can tell, but I am freaking out.&amp;nbsp; This changes everything. Were gonna need help!&amp;nbsp; I'm so scared, nervous, and everything else you can possibly feel!&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, my boobs hurt something awful!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-8751073631127145617?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/EQfhtIGAPBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8751073631127145617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=8751073631127145617" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8751073631127145617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8751073631127145617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/EQfhtIGAPBk/here-we-go-again.html" title="Here we go again!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-we-go-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMESHk9fip7ImA9WhRTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-4912513802689055374</id><published>2011-11-04T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:10:09.766-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T00:10:09.766-05:00</app:edited><title>Another Baby?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqWkSEyHOlufNUiCMPARUNxLf_A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kqWkSEyHOlufNUiCMPARUNxLf_A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My 4 year old daughter, Evie, wants me to have another baby.&amp;nbsp; She wants a baby brother for her brother to play with.&amp;nbsp; I told her when you have a baby you don't get to pick you get what you get! Then I asked what if it's another girl? She thought for a moment and said, "then we keep her!" I smiled and asked "So would we have to have another one after that till we had a boy?" Again she paused, "yep we need another brother!"&amp;nbsp; Her brother can be really mean and annoying to her at times so playing the devils advocate I asked, "What if he's mean like Topher?" She said, "I love my brother!" I thought I love my kids they are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;
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I told her brother, "Topher, Evie wants mommy to have another baby so you can have a baby brother to play with.&amp;nbsp; What do you think? Good idea or bad idea?" He said, "Bad idea!" I almost died.&amp;nbsp; "Why" I asked? "Because that's not a good idea!" was the very matter of fact response I got.&amp;nbsp; So I asked, "Why is Evie, Topher, and Ally too many already?" He said "yes" and returned to his playing. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I told Evie what Topher said.&amp;nbsp; She said 3 is not too many!&amp;nbsp; I asked her then how many were too many?&amp;nbsp; She thought and said 10!&amp;nbsp; OMG! Was my thought!&amp;nbsp; Then she added "well if Topher doesn't want to play with the baby I will!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Then the conversation changed to what was I gonna name the baby! I told her I had no idea.&amp;nbsp; It took me 9 months to pick out each of their names.&amp;nbsp; I told her picking a name was difficult cause you have to get it just right.&amp;nbsp; It has to be something special.&amp;nbsp; She picked George, door, and house!&amp;nbsp; I told her no way it would have to be very special.&amp;nbsp; Then I realized we were picking names for a baby I hadn't even decided on having yet.&amp;nbsp; We probably will have another just not right now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Later that evening all of a sudden she said I've got it we can call him "Conner"&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't believe she was still thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; I should probably add Evie is kinda spoiled and usually gets what she wants! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-4912513802689055374?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/i-hIWJW_TFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4912513802689055374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=4912513802689055374" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4912513802689055374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4912513802689055374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/i-hIWJW_TFc/another-baby.html" title="Another Baby?" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDR34-eSp7ImA9WhRTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-6250618161371205211</id><published>2011-11-03T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:52:56.051-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T23:52:56.051-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom" /><title>Working Update</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/75zJ7El9mqGxRRFfu81M6atjqtE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/75zJ7El9mqGxRRFfu81M6atjqtE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok, I've been working for a while now 3 days one week and one day the next.&amp;nbsp; Some times are harder than others.&amp;nbsp; The worst part is the kids behavior has gotten worse. I'm not sure if the change is from my working or just the change in weather.&amp;nbsp; We aren't outside as much as before.&amp;nbsp; In fact we are home a lot more now, or at least the kids are.&amp;nbsp; They are home with me when daddy works and home with daddy when mommy works!&amp;nbsp; Ally is more attached to me.&amp;nbsp; When I get home I hear "MAMA" or "MOMMMY" and she runs to me.&amp;nbsp; Then I have to hold her for a while.&amp;nbsp; She is also more clingy than before. She was more of daddy's girl but now that she misses me when I'm gone she's a mama's girl.&amp;nbsp; Topher is just wild.&amp;nbsp; He is worse than before and so mean to me sometimes.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what to do.&amp;nbsp; Evie is ok, but I can tell sometimes she feels left out.&amp;nbsp; We are getting our nails done this weekend her reward for doing good in school all month!&amp;nbsp; Topher didn't do so good, otherwise we'd all be going for ice cream.&amp;nbsp; The worst part is I love working!&amp;nbsp; I love being at home with my kids too, and I desperately miss my hubby!&amp;nbsp; We see each other a little bit during the week otherwise we are together every other Wednesday, every other Saturday and Sunday! Plus, they make destroy the house when I'm gone. I don't mind cleaning it, but some times I feel like I'm going crazy "didn't I just clean this up 5 minutes ago!" I don't know how moms work full time and keep the house clean (oh wait their kids must be at day care during the day!) I can't complain soon they will all be in school and I will miss these days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-6250618161371205211?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/spFkurG0YkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6250618161371205211/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=6250618161371205211" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/6250618161371205211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/6250618161371205211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/spFkurG0YkM/working-update.html" title="Working Update" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/working-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HQn49fip7ImA9WhRTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-3892610592439110953</id><published>2011-11-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:43:53.066-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T23:43:53.066-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschoolers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riding the bus" /><title>School Update</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5UU7KpCeKRQjSLyPx_9r5eWwQ3A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5UU7KpCeKRQjSLyPx_9r5eWwQ3A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well we just had parent teacher conferences.&amp;nbsp; Things weren't as bad as I thought.&amp;nbsp; I'll break it down per kid!&lt;br /&gt;
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Christopher my 3.5 year old!&amp;nbsp; We had a slight rough start.&amp;nbsp; At first he didn't want to go to school, but he had tons of fun and loved it.&amp;nbsp; The first month we had green dots every day (they get a green dot for being good, yellow for a lil bad, and red if they had privileges taken away).&amp;nbsp; He has a friend Derek and apparently they play pretty rough. He came home with dirt all in his hair one day.&amp;nbsp; He said his buddy put it on him.&amp;nbsp; His teacher said they roll around and all kinda crazy stuff on the play ground.&amp;nbsp; He got off the bus crying a few times a kid hit him.&amp;nbsp; I told him yell to the bus driver or the lady who rides with you.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then the second month came and my son is feeling more himself at school.&amp;nbsp; He got 2 orange dots, touching other kids, being disruptive, and not listening.&amp;nbsp; Then he got 3 red dots, 2 for pushing, one for hitting a kid in the face!&amp;nbsp; I wasn't surprised but I was upset.&amp;nbsp; At the conference the teacher said she wasn't worried about it.&amp;nbsp; It was only a few incidents (A FEW OK!) She also said he is very smart and social.&amp;nbsp; She often gives him something to hold on to during circle time so he can pay attention.&amp;nbsp; She often keeps him separate ex: walking in line.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind cause he loves school, and if it keeps him from hurting others I am for it.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure where to go from here so were taking things one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Evangeline really doesn't have any problems she is actually ahead of most of the class with many skills like writing her name.&amp;nbsp; She pays attention, follows directions, and doesn't get into trouble.&amp;nbsp; She is social but sometimes quiet.&amp;nbsp; She has friends and sometimes has to be reminded its not time to talk!&amp;nbsp; No big deal!&amp;nbsp; She has had some incidents on the bus thou!&amp;nbsp; Her and another girl fight to sit by the window.&amp;nbsp; The rule is whoever gets there first gets to sit by the window.&amp;nbsp; She often comes home crying she didn't get to sit by the window.&amp;nbsp; She has even asked the other little girl if they could take turns.&amp;nbsp; Last week she got there first and the lady who rides with them grabbed her shirt and pulled her to move her into the outer seat.&amp;nbsp; The woman told her she gets off the bus first so shouldn't sit by the window.&amp;nbsp; Evie cried so she let her sit there.&amp;nbsp; I asked her about it the next day she insisted she would never!&amp;nbsp; She said she only helped Evie with her seat belt.&amp;nbsp; Evie said she always does her own seat belt and the lady lied to me.&amp;nbsp; I believe my 4 year old.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't lie!&amp;nbsp; I guess at this point I'm gonna let it go and see if it happens again.&amp;nbsp; Then all hell is gonna break loose cause she has no right to touch my baby!&amp;nbsp; I'm so mad that I'm letting it go for now, but I'm trying to be adult about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-3892610592439110953?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/5FQkoqwzNLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3892610592439110953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=3892610592439110953" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3892610592439110953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3892610592439110953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/5FQkoqwzNLQ/school-update.html" title="School Update" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/11/school-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CQ3k9cSp7ImA9WhdXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-8374032555154645160</id><published>2011-08-30T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:09:22.769-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-30T20:09:22.769-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mom" /><title>Working Mama!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HH9NYhgn6aJ-sFDYPuIAZ_Em5UM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HH9NYhgn6aJ-sFDYPuIAZ_Em5UM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_7dbl8i="546"&gt;It's official I am no longer a stay at home mom.&amp;nbsp; Yep, I'm a working mom.&amp;nbsp; I worked one day...so far...LMAO&amp;nbsp; I do plan on working more. I will probably.... most likely... work 3 days this week.&amp;nbsp; Well I'm only scheduled for one, so we shall see.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I'm working for my parents!&amp;nbsp; WOO HOO...so grown up...Oh well its the only job that will allow me to work on the days my hubby is off! SAVING a fortune in daycare! I don't know how others do it daycare is ridiculous!&amp;nbsp; I know the saying usually goes you get what you pay for, and when it comes to your kids you probably don't want to go the "oh they were the cheapest one" route!&amp;nbsp; But still....Anyways my first day was kinda crazy I worked there years ago, but A LOT has changed.&amp;nbsp; So for the first time ever I was constantly like how do you do this.&amp;nbsp; It was really nice to be around ADULTS all day thou!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The best part was thou that even without me home&amp;nbsp;the house didn't burn down, and everyone is still alive! AMAZING!&amp;nbsp; Just kidding I knew my hubby could do it! I was just amazed the house wasn't even that dirty when I got home!&amp;nbsp; First time ever I was away from the kids for 10 hours!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-8374032555154645160?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/XfLEm5Ic-Ns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8374032555154645160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=8374032555154645160" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8374032555154645160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8374032555154645160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/XfLEm5Ic-Ns/working-mama.html" title="Working Mama!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-mama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBSXY_eip7ImA9WhdXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-5570914031270105270</id><published>2011-08-25T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:57:38.842-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T16:57:38.842-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool" /><title>Day two of Pre-School</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PYIBYGFEtYQV6IZZlUf_X5C34iI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PYIBYGFEtYQV6IZZlUf_X5C34iI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q0mbse="554"&gt;Ugh....Yesterday's excitement was short lived.&amp;nbsp; This morning Topher didn't want to go to school.&amp;nbsp; He didn't want to get dressed.&amp;nbsp; He said "I want to play!" I told him&amp;nbsp;if you don't go to school you're going to bed!&amp;nbsp; After a little trouble we were outside waiting for the bus, and he was doing fine.&amp;nbsp; So I thought all the trouble was over.&amp;nbsp; Then the bus pulled up and he ran for the door to the house! I picked him up, and quickly grabbed a small army guy for him to take.&amp;nbsp; I thought bringing it might ease the stress. Nope, he just screamed and cried.&amp;nbsp; I carried him to the bus. He wouldn't get on.&amp;nbsp; I carried him on and put him into his seat.&amp;nbsp; I sat him down and said "I'll be right here when you get back!"&amp;nbsp; Then I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q0mbse="554"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q0mbse="554"&gt;It all happened so fast.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to say "I love you" or even "good bye"! I felt horrible enough and that just iced the cake.&amp;nbsp; The couple hours till they got home were shear torture for me.&amp;nbsp; I felt like the worlds worst mom!&amp;nbsp; The bus pulled up and the kids came out happy as can be.&amp;nbsp; I gave Topher a big hug and said "See I'm right here waiting for you!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q0mbse="554"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_q0mbse="554"&gt;I asked who had a good day at school today, and they both said "I did!"&amp;nbsp; So apparently he's not traumatized for life!&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it gets better because this is rough, on me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-5570914031270105270?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/Jsp1O4dn_2A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5570914031270105270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=5570914031270105270" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5570914031270105270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5570914031270105270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/Jsp1O4dn_2A/day-two-of-pre-school.html" title="Day two of Pre-School" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-two-of-pre-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQXs9cCp7ImA9WhdXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-6254081696781988171</id><published>2011-08-24T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:33:30.568-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-24T23:33:30.568-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first day of school" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preschool" /><title>First Day of School</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nhzXv_QNcNHf1rREGsjIWx2_ao8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nhzXv_QNcNHf1rREGsjIWx2_ao8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;Today was Topher's first day of school ever.&amp;nbsp; He is in 3 year old pre-school. Evangeline is in her second year.&amp;nbsp; She is in 4 year old pre-school.&amp;nbsp; They go from 12:15 to 3.&amp;nbsp; This year I have decided to let them ride the bus. The first day wasn't without a few bumps.&amp;nbsp; The bus was late picking them up!&amp;nbsp; I got worried and called the bus driver, who answered her phone while driving!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;3 hit and I waited on the front porch for the bus to bring my babies home!&amp;nbsp; No bus! after a half hour I called the school.&amp;nbsp; The buses were all still there! This is the schools first year being a STEM magnet school or whatever.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what that means.&amp;nbsp; But due to this they were having troubles.&amp;nbsp; So I waited 15 more minutes, and some buses went by but none stopped!&amp;nbsp; I'm freaking! I call the school and it hits me maybe they were sent to Safe harbor (basically day care).&amp;nbsp; Yep that's where they were. It was an honest mistake.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking for a job so I signed them up.&amp;nbsp; I told the safe harbor people the kids didn't need it yet.&amp;nbsp; But positions are on a first come first served basis. So I had to apply.&amp;nbsp; The message just didn't get passed on, and the kids had to be listed on the roster.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;When I went to get them there were still buses in the parking lot! 45 minutes after school was over and it was 90 degrees outside.&amp;nbsp; So thank God the kids were in safe harbor and not sitting on those buses.&amp;nbsp; Parents were pissed.&amp;nbsp; The buses were all screwy. Some buses ended up with the wrong kids and had to come back.&amp;nbsp; Some kids were left behind.&amp;nbsp; One dad was at the school one daughter made it home the other a preschooler didn't!&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the bugs are sorted out tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;Anyways the kids were happy to see me.&amp;nbsp; They had fun at school. Both of them only complained that they didn't get to go to the computer lab!&amp;nbsp; At the meet the teacher night we were told preschoolers would have access to the computers now!&amp;nbsp; So they wanted to play computers.&amp;nbsp; Watch Topher be upset when they don't let him watch netflicks!&amp;nbsp; LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;As we walked to the car Topher pointed to the preschoolers playground and proudly said "I get to play there!" He also informed me that he went potty at school.&amp;nbsp; He said "I said excuse me teacher I have to go potty!"&amp;nbsp; I don't know if that's true or not but how cute!&amp;nbsp; I asked if he wanted to go back he jumped up and down and said "YES, I want to go back to school!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6gkuf0="545"&gt;I'm glad they are&amp;nbsp;both so excited about school and riding the bus.&amp;nbsp; Just hope the bus bugs are worked out cause tomorrow is gonna be hot again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-6254081696781988171?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/joAxah9nYsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6254081696781988171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=6254081696781988171" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/6254081696781988171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/6254081696781988171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/joAxah9nYsk/first-day-of-school.html" title="First Day of School" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQH08cSp7ImA9WhdQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-263609524900640357</id><published>2011-08-16T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:15:51.379-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T15:15:51.379-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep apnea in children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ENT" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insomnia in children" /><title>Seeing the specialist!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q3O02g2_W5D985pTIUBleyci8aU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q3O02g2_W5D985pTIUBleyci8aU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fy8qe4="541"&gt;Topher's sleep study is complete and now we are waiting to see the Ear Nose &amp;amp; Throat Dr (ENT).&amp;nbsp; We got a letter this am reminding us of an appointment we didn't even know we had.&amp;nbsp; They just made an appoitment and sent us a letter.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, the day works out.&amp;nbsp; He will have to miss school, but that's ok.&amp;nbsp; It sucks we have to wait till October to see the ENT!&amp;nbsp; I wish we could have gotten in sooner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fy8qe4="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fy8qe4="541"&gt;His diagnosis are severe onset of insomnia and sleep disordered breathing!&amp;nbsp; I am just praying that whatever we have to do to fix this, that it&amp;nbsp;is something easy.&amp;nbsp; Online it said they usually remove the tonsils and adnoids to correct obstructive sleep apnea in kids.&amp;nbsp; However, not all kids are surgical candidates.&amp;nbsp; It sounds like he will probably have to have surgery or wear a mask.&amp;nbsp; Either way its gonna be a challenge.&amp;nbsp; At least with the surgery he will probably (hopefully) be fine after healing.&amp;nbsp; I don't see how sleeping with any type of equipment will make him better.&amp;nbsp; That will be a nightmare!&amp;nbsp; That being said, we will&amp;nbsp;do whatever it takes for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-263609524900640357?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/GKh1BmanE9E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/263609524900640357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=263609524900640357" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/263609524900640357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/263609524900640357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/GKh1BmanE9E/seeing-specialist.html" title="Seeing the specialist!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/seeing-specialist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UASX8zeip7ImA9WhdQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-4448439868937351607</id><published>2011-08-16T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:07:28.182-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T15:07:28.182-05:00</app:edited><title>Parenting 101....</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_64mu8h="545"&gt;If you hear your child say "Eeewww!" Go check, cause whatever it is, its probably nasty!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_64mu8h="545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_64mu8h="545"&gt;I picked this tip up after hearing my 1 year old Ally saying "EEEEWWW" as she pulled stuff out of the garbage can! Yeah,&amp;nbsp;eww is right, along with gross, nasty, and yuck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-4448439868937351607?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/FlcdZZxvOvc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4448439868937351607/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=4448439868937351607" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4448439868937351607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/4448439868937351607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/FlcdZZxvOvc/parenting-101.html" title="Parenting 101...." /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/parenting-101.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNRH85eSp7ImA9WhdRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-3184974930060294433</id><published>2011-08-07T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:36:35.121-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T23:36:35.121-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensory diet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensory processing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensory integration disorder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="occupational therapy" /><title>Sensory Diet</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UONv8GOrGQhts6jFN-LS-zhHly0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UONv8GOrGQhts6jFN-LS-zhHly0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;It has been almost 3 weeks since Tophers OT (occupational therapist) sent home his sensory diet plan.&amp;nbsp; That is a program she has designed for me to implement at home.&amp;nbsp; I am supposed to do this 3 times a day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_40gnsa="554"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topher's Sensory Diet is as follows:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1elhz4="546"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Vestibular/Movement input&lt;/em&gt;:&amp;nbsp; stopping and starting frequently as well as changing speed and direction!&amp;nbsp; spinning, crazy swinging, jumping on trampoline, running in circles,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;... until he stops seeking additional input&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1elhz4="547"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Step 2&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Active Proprioception/Heavy Work&lt;/em&gt;:&amp;nbsp; pushing, pulling, play tug of war, animal walks, wheelbarrow walk.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1elhz4="548"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong closure_uid_1elhz4="552"&gt;Step 3:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Step 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Passive Proprioception/Deep Pressure&lt;/em&gt;:&amp;nbsp; massages, sandwich game, joint compressions (we call them boom booms), vacuuming (he is the vacuum),&amp;nbsp; weighted backpack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1elhz4="549"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Step 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Tactile Input/Touch&lt;/em&gt;:&amp;nbsp; brushing, finger paint, play in water, digging in sand,beans, corn kernels, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1elhz4="551"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Step 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Skill:&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; functional task: homework, following directions, potty time, shoe tying, fine motor tasks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_40gnsa="559"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6ssv9q="534"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have meet 2 huge obstacles with this process.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The first hurdle&lt;/em&gt; is Topher's sisters!&amp;nbsp; They are extremely jealous of the extra attention he is getting, and naturally want to be involved to.&amp;nbsp; They actually are more cooperative with the therapy than he is!&amp;nbsp; They love the joint compressions, brushing, vacuuming, and sandwich game.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6ssv9q="534"&gt;However, this makes completing his sensory diet a struggle because not all activities are easily done with 3.&amp;nbsp;Especially since Evie and Topher are close in age but&amp;nbsp;Ally is only 1!&amp;nbsp;It takes a long time, and is extremely exhausting (for me)!&amp;nbsp; It is also A LOT of work finding and setting up things that all 3 can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_40gnsa="573"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6ssv9q="546"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;The second problem&lt;/em&gt; is Topher himself.&amp;nbsp; He has become very non-compliant.&amp;nbsp; At first he loved it and participated.&amp;nbsp; Now he doesn't want to at all.&amp;nbsp; He only wants to sit in the toy room and play.&amp;nbsp;He yells "I wanna play. I don't wanna do nothing...nothing...nothing..nothing....I wanna play!"&amp;nbsp; Lately I tell him if he doesn't do it I'll take his toys away.&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to be fun, so it helps.&amp;nbsp; I feel horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_40gnsa="573"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His play is very fascinating lately too.&amp;nbsp; He will have the dinosaurs and doll house out.&amp;nbsp; They will all be playing together.&amp;nbsp; He plays pretty good with his 4 year old sister, but doesn't tolerate the baby very well. She knocks down his stuff and takes stuff away.&amp;nbsp; Topher cannot handle that, and responds very aggressively.&amp;nbsp; He also insists that Evie (older sister) play with him all day long.&amp;nbsp; The poor girl has to be exhausted.&amp;nbsp; He will cry if she won't play.&amp;nbsp; This is a new behavior over the last 2 weeks!&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what to do or think about this, but it is getting to be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_5xfvjm="544"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_40gnsa="572"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_6ssv9q="549"&gt;Unfortunately, to prevent melt downs he needs to do his therapy.&amp;nbsp; It's a pain in the butt.&amp;nbsp; Most days I am not very successful and feel really bad about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-3184974930060294433?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/slrplRy1vyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3184974930060294433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=3184974930060294433" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3184974930060294433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3184974930060294433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/slrplRy1vyY/sensory-diet.html" title="Sensory Diet" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/sensory-diet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFRH8zfSp7ImA9WhdRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-2325009480079280427</id><published>2011-08-07T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:05:15.185-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T23:05:15.185-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep problems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep study for children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep apnea in children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep disturbances" /><title>The Sleep Study!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8iy_RjqtNpOHXVgyj84IhMaAlMI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8iy_RjqtNpOHXVgyj84IhMaAlMI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;Its been about 3 weeks since Topher's sleep study.&amp;nbsp; The doctor started talking about medications, but I insisted before we get to that point we test everything. I have long suspected Topher to have sleep apnea or something wrong.&amp;nbsp; He has never, no not ever, slept through the night.&amp;nbsp; Even when he doesn't wake me up I hear him up getting a drink or something.&amp;nbsp; He also snores, and it can be pretty loud at times. Yep, he's only 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ey36vp="542"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wasn't sure if snoring was normal for him because of the condition he was born with, Laryngomalacia.&amp;nbsp; I may have spelt that wrong.&amp;nbsp; It is basically a birth defect, where the throat muscles are weak and actually close up on you when you breath.&amp;nbsp; Like the way a shower curtain gets sucked in to the shower.&amp;nbsp; His condition was actually really severe.&amp;nbsp; The doctor was on the fence about corrective surgery but Topher is strong and made a miraculous recovery.&amp;nbsp; He still gets bad coughs and vomits alot from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span closure_uid_ey36vp="541"&gt;We aren't sure if this may actually be a type of asthma on top of all his other problems.&amp;nbsp; The pediatrician diagnosed him with exercise induced asthma and reactive airways disease.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ey36vp="553"&gt;So we did the sleep study.&amp;nbsp; I was so worried I thought it would be a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; He did so well! I was like who is this kid.&amp;nbsp; He cooperated with the ladies, and just watched dvds till he fell asleep.&amp;nbsp; He did complain a lot.&amp;nbsp; I think it helped that he was really tired and really really freaked out by it all.&amp;nbsp;He wouldn't talk to the ladies any louder than a whisper.&amp;nbsp; Which was crazy he is usually so loud. I have never heard him so quiet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sE33pN5fjOk/Tj9bSPkBWII/AAAAAAAAAPs/aIkbOZxqogI/s1600/8-1-11+call+phone+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sE33pN5fjOk/Tj9bSPkBWII/AAAAAAAAAPs/aIkbOZxqogI/s320/8-1-11+call+phone+081.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4EoqLw4ev0/Tj9bUiL0hfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gZc0nQ6doQk/s1600/8-1-11+call+phone+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4EoqLw4ev0/Tj9bUiL0hfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gZc0nQ6doQk/s320/8-1-11+call+phone+082.jpg" t$="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;He really hated the piece that went into his nose! He couldn't use his Binky, but thankfully he didn't even ask me for it!&amp;nbsp; The stickers on his legs with nothing connected to them were his to play with.&amp;nbsp; He was so freaked out it took forever for me to convince him it was ok to cover up with the blankets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;My only complaint was that at 5 am the lights were switched on.&amp;nbsp; It was like bam being hit by a freight train.&amp;nbsp; He looked really scared.&amp;nbsp; They were very bright.&amp;nbsp; If I had known I would have asked they wake me up first.&amp;nbsp; Then I would have woken him up myself before the lights hit.&amp;nbsp; They also told me they had dvd players there, but they only had one.&amp;nbsp; It was in another room.&amp;nbsp; The nurse let him watch dvds on her laptop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;Finally the doctor called with the results.&amp;nbsp; In all my paranoia I half expected him to say the test was normal.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I am usually right when something is wrong with the kids.&amp;nbsp; I know that's actually a good thing, but I didn't want to be this time.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, Topher has mild sleep apnea and mild sleep disturbances.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what that actually means I missed the doctors call and got his message.&amp;nbsp; I have to wait till Tuesday to talk to him, but he did say we'd most likely need to see an Ear Nose &amp;amp; Throat Dr to see what happens next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_o0vea8="541"&gt;Even thou I suspected this, I wasn't prepared for this.&amp;nbsp; Listening to that message my heart just sank.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I've been hit with a freight train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-2325009480079280427?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/kE8QsdhrJOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2325009480079280427/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=2325009480079280427" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2325009480079280427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2325009480079280427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/kE8QsdhrJOE/sleep-study.html" title="The Sleep Study!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sE33pN5fjOk/Tj9bSPkBWII/AAAAAAAAAPs/aIkbOZxqogI/s72-c/8-1-11+call+phone+081.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleep-study.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QERXc8fCp7ImA9WhdRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-2561639736122569089</id><published>2011-08-06T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:48:24.974-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T21:48:24.974-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disney movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning from the television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><title>Lessons from TV!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NEAxtB96PFn_PKLgecZ_CrfRC-Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NEAxtB96PFn_PKLgecZ_CrfRC-Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ad1n4l="556"&gt;Evie said to Topher, "If you kiss a talking frog you turn in to a frog, but if you kiss a frog that doesn't talk nothing happens!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_ad1n4l="557"&gt;This is what she learned from watching the Princess and the Frog yesterday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-2561639736122569089?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/UiOCrpBLKp0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2561639736122569089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=2561639736122569089" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2561639736122569089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2561639736122569089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/UiOCrpBLKp0/lessons-from-tv.html" title="Lessons from TV!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/lessons-from-tv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFSHc4cSp7ImA9WhdSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-5663507059445662326</id><published>2011-07-24T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:43:39.939-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T23:43:39.939-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="postpartum depression" /><title>Out of the darkness!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aHYjmikJdez9EVFLP1hoppmGI_s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aHYjmikJdez9EVFLP1hoppmGI_s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aHYjmikJdez9EVFLP1hoppmGI_s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aHYjmikJdez9EVFLP1hoppmGI_s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;I know after Topher was born I was seriously depressed.&amp;nbsp; Who wouldn't be? He was two months old and almost died twice!&amp;nbsp; Spent half a month in the hospital most of it in pediatric intensive care.&amp;nbsp; He had two emergency transports by ambulance from one hospital to another.&amp;nbsp; So many IVs they had trouble getting them in.&amp;nbsp; One IV infiltrated and his arm swelled up so bad that his poor little fingers looked like sausages that were gonna explode.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;I felt horrible.&amp;nbsp; I know it wasn't my fault.&amp;nbsp; However, I'm his mother.&amp;nbsp; I take care of him.&amp;nbsp; I am responsible for him. I carried him for 9 months and gave birth to him.&amp;nbsp; If not my fault whose.&amp;nbsp; I was more than ready to take all the blame for it.&amp;nbsp; Making matter worse were that I kept listening to others over the phone and questioning my own gut.&amp;nbsp; I knew he was doing bad, but I talked my self out of taking him to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; When I finally took him to see the pediatrician he was direct admitted to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; I was told to go straight to the hospital and not even go home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;Making matters worse were the fact that when he didn't get better they discovered he was born with a condition called Laryngomalacia.&amp;nbsp; I was horror stricken.&amp;nbsp; If he was born with the problem then it was definitely all my fault!&amp;nbsp; He was growing in my belly and I was supposed to do everything right. I must have done something wrong!&amp;nbsp; I have migraines which were amplified by my pregnancies.&amp;nbsp; I occasionally had to take a low dose muscle relaxer.&amp;nbsp; I was sure this was all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;My depression took a toll on all my relationships even my marriage. I couldn't talk to anyone because no one understood. I felt like a failure and all alone.&amp;nbsp; Everyone I tried to talk to told me the truth it wasn't my fault, and at times I was told don't be silly or ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; That just made everything worse.&amp;nbsp; I stopped talking to people, and became very distant from the ones I loved the most.&amp;nbsp; It took a long time but I learned to talk to my husband even if I have unpleasant things to say.&amp;nbsp; I learned they were right and I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; (Don't tell them I said that..I'm just kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;However, at that point in my life I didn't need to hear the way I felt was wrong.&amp;nbsp; Those were the true deep and dark feelings in my heart.&amp;nbsp; I knew that rationally they were irrational thoughts.&amp;nbsp; It didn't matter.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't just flip a switch and turn them off.&amp;nbsp; Nothing I did could change those feelings.&amp;nbsp; I needed someone to listen to me and validate my feelings as being ok, but not reality.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;I tried to be the best mother and I know I am a good mother.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, at the time I knew it but didn't feel it.&amp;nbsp; If that makes any sense.&amp;nbsp; There is a difference between what you know in your head and what you feel in your heart.&amp;nbsp; I think it was until both my heart and head were on the same page that things finally got better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;I think at some point I almost lost the only man I've ever loved.&amp;nbsp; Then I realized somethings gotta change.&amp;nbsp; How did we get here?&amp;nbsp; We did some counseling, and spoke with the pastor.&amp;nbsp; I did a little counseling.&amp;nbsp; It didn't really help and honestly just cost money!&amp;nbsp; In the end it was us.&amp;nbsp; Me wanting to change, and the love and devotion of my husband. I'm not perfect yet!!!&amp;nbsp; But I am happy, and enjoying my life. I am so blessed to have my husband and three amazing kids! I thank God for them everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rmbved="541"&gt;I have found it very helpful to keep a gratitude journal. Every night I write 5 things I am thankful for. Some are big like I'm grateful for my kids. Some silly I'm grateful for a nice sunny day, or I'm grateful Topher didn't have any tantrums today (yep it happened once)! It changes your outlook from the negative to the positive. I find myself looking for things during the day to put in my journal!!! I'm seeking out and cherishing the positives rather than dwelling on the negatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_ukcyf9="527"&gt;I just really wanted to share this in case anyone out there is feeling really down.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has black days, weeks, months, and years.&amp;nbsp; Please, seek help if you ever feel like hurting yourself or your child.&amp;nbsp; Life is a special wonderful gift, and you can't take things like that back you can only spend the rest of your life regretting them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-5663507059445662326?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/CmjWYlwJMXg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5663507059445662326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=5663507059445662326" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5663507059445662326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5663507059445662326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/CmjWYlwJMXg/out-of-darkness.html" title="Out of the darkness!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-darkness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCRHg-eCp7ImA9WhdSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-3236816293074992066</id><published>2011-07-24T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:01:05.650-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T19:01:05.650-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imagnination" /><title>The search for a prince!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BR2wbVV4QLGXgyhRVUix7h4mSYQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BR2wbVV4QLGXgyhRVUix7h4mSYQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;This is a conversation I overheard in the toy room....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Topher is playing with superheros, and Evie is playing with princesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Evie has Cinderella walking around the room, and says "Who's gonna be my man?"&amp;nbsp; She puts her doll in front of Topher's toy (wolverine on a motorcycle) blocking him from moving foreward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Topher says, "GET OUTTA MY WAY! I am not gonna be your prince!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Evie sadly says, "But who is gonna be my prince!"&amp;nbsp; Cinderella walks around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Topher says (in a very gruff masculine voice) "I'll be your man!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Evie replies, "NO, I don't want you to be my prince!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just had to peaked in to see what was what.... It was the HULK!&amp;nbsp; I almost died laughing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Needless to say Cinderella walked into the sunset holding spiderman's hand, while the Hulk and Wolverine were left with nothing!&amp;nbsp; The search for a prince is over!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_s90d62="538"&gt;Kids are so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-3236816293074992066?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/COG3toSQ0xo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3236816293074992066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=3236816293074992066" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3236816293074992066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3236816293074992066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/COG3toSQ0xo/search-for-prince.html" title="The search for a prince!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/search-for-prince.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGRXg5eSp7ImA9WhdSEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-3172568213391515429</id><published>2011-07-18T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:43:44.621-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T22:43:44.621-05:00</app:edited><title>Broken Hearts!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4jwNO9Yr27dVjdSXU1R5DhYkc0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4jwNO9Yr27dVjdSXU1R5DhYkc0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4jwNO9Yr27dVjdSXU1R5DhYkc0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4jwNO9Yr27dVjdSXU1R5DhYkc0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was 7pm and I was putting Ally to bed (my 13 month old).&amp;nbsp; Evie and Topher were playing good downstairs, but decided to come upstairs.&amp;nbsp; They know they are not supposed to do this when I am putting Ally in bed!&amp;nbsp; So I was frustrated.&amp;nbsp; I told them go downstairs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Instead they ran and hid behind a large chair in Ally's room, just as I was laying Ally in her crib.&amp;nbsp; They were laughing and screaming hysterically.&amp;nbsp; I know they thought they were being funny, but they know that is against the rules plus I had just told them to go!&amp;nbsp; I was furious.&amp;nbsp; Ally jumped up and started screaming! Why, not she didn't want to miss out on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I yelled "get out!"&amp;nbsp; They ran downstairs.&amp;nbsp; I followed them and made them stop playing and sit on the couch.&amp;nbsp; I reminded them of the rules and told them to listen!&amp;nbsp; The sound was Ally crying.&amp;nbsp; I told them she was crying because they didn't listen and she wanted to play to.&amp;nbsp; Then I told them that because they didn't listen they were going to bed to, and not swimming.&lt;br /&gt;
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Its hot and I was going to let them stay up and swim with me when Ally went to bed.&amp;nbsp; Now that wasn't going to happen because Ally wasn't going to bed, and I wasn't going to let them stay up all night!&amp;nbsp; They cried and cried....&lt;br /&gt;
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Topher said, "Mama, you broke my heart....give me a hug!"&amp;nbsp; That just broke my heart!&amp;nbsp; I held him so tight.&amp;nbsp; Then pulled Evie into the hug to. We sat there for a while in a big hug.&amp;nbsp; Then I said "if your good we will get up in the morning eat breakfast and go swimming!"&amp;nbsp; They were fine with that and we began the bed time routine.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we walked into the bathroom Evie cried a little and said "Mom, It was all my fault!"&amp;nbsp; I didn't understand and didn't say anything.&amp;nbsp; She said again "It was all my fault we were naughty, it was my idea!"&amp;nbsp; I felt so bad for her.&amp;nbsp; I told her "That's ok everyone has a bad idea sometime, but your being good now and tomorrow is a new day! We will start all over."&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-3172568213391515429?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/IJm5ACeUVZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3172568213391515429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=3172568213391515429" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3172568213391515429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3172568213391515429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/IJm5ACeUVZ8/broken-hearts.html" title="Broken Hearts!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-hearts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUEQXk8fSp7ImA9WhdTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-1099731081004155587</id><published>2011-07-09T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:23:20.775-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T22:23:20.775-05:00</app:edited><title>Silly girl</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U6AoOVOctkH3DGwdUW_xNTf_Tvk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U6AoOVOctkH3DGwdUW_xNTf_Tvk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U6AoOVOctkH3DGwdUW_xNTf_Tvk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U6AoOVOctkH3DGwdUW_xNTf_Tvk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Evie was supposed to be in bed.&amp;nbsp; She came downstairs because her brother was asleep and she wanted to watch a movie.&amp;nbsp; Fine, but to stay up longer she kept talking and talking to me.&amp;nbsp; She'd hold up both her hands and wiggle her fingers with her tongue sticking out saying "ullla lllaaallaaaa"! I think that's how you'd spell it!&amp;nbsp; It was hilarious.&amp;nbsp; So I asked her "Can you get any more silly?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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She very seriously replied, "I can be as silly as you want me to be!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-1099731081004155587?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/3AEasIV1tN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1099731081004155587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=1099731081004155587" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/1099731081004155587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/1099731081004155587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/3AEasIV1tN0/silly-girl.html" title="Silly girl" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/silly-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGQ3g9cCp7ImA9WhdTEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-8945540765614667290</id><published>2011-07-08T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:20:22.668-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-08T11:20:22.668-05:00</app:edited><title>Trash monster!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TO5TAoFYKhwGsK1q3ZvTIgvllEM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TO5TAoFYKhwGsK1q3ZvTIgvllEM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ally has been busted! She is the trash monster.&amp;nbsp; At first we'd catch her taking things out of the trash!&amp;nbsp; Anything and everything she could reach, and some of it was nasty!&amp;nbsp; Now she has been busted throwing things away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;She was by the trash can this morning and I heard a thud!&amp;nbsp; I looked and (thankfully) I saw it! The direct tv remote!&amp;nbsp; How we would function without it is beyond me!&amp;nbsp; Now the only question is "What else has she thrown away?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am missing the dust pan!&amp;nbsp; It vanished without a trace last night!&amp;nbsp; I am sure its&amp;nbsp;in the trash, but the trash has gone out, and I don't dare try to look for it.&amp;nbsp; Lucky, for me it's an inexpensive item or I'd be&amp;nbsp;garbage surfing right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-8945540765614667290?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/itxVtIppfKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8945540765614667290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=8945540765614667290" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8945540765614667290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/8945540765614667290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/itxVtIppfKw/trash-monster.html" title="Trash monster!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/trash-monster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AER309eyp7ImA9WhZaGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-5797103719464541810</id><published>2011-07-05T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:15:06.363-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T23:15:06.363-05:00</app:edited><title>4th of July Parade</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NieZCfjBMlct2I2ff8FwmlxfJyU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NieZCfjBMlct2I2ff8FwmlxfJyU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Took the kids to the parade!&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun (not the parade but rather watching the kids enjoy the parade)! Priceless!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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At the beginning of the parade the police on their motorcycles drove by a few times with the sirens on.&amp;nbsp; Then a couple times they drove by slowly doing circles and figure eights.&amp;nbsp; For some reason Ally thought this was laugh out loud funny! She clapped and waved to them.&amp;nbsp;She clapped and waved to A lot of the floats and danced to some of their music.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Evie was happy to see a marching band.&amp;nbsp; She said the night before "I never got to see a marching band!" So she got to see tons of them!&amp;nbsp; Both Evie and Topher watched the parade so intensely it was funny!&amp;nbsp;Burger&amp;nbsp;King gave out free mini sample cones with vanilla ice cream. I got the kids each one, but&amp;nbsp;Topher didn't want his.&amp;nbsp; He was so&amp;nbsp;upset it was melting all over him!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;some random pics!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAyupVfSJX0/ThPgVkGAAYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YqQZuvTCDd0/s1600/7-5-11+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAyupVfSJX0/ThPgVkGAAYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YqQZuvTCDd0/s320/7-5-11+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HvgJ5BcCeo/ThPgjnlx7wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WYZYJ1158zk/s1600/7-5-11+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HvgJ5BcCeo/ThPgjnlx7wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WYZYJ1158zk/s320/7-5-11+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhYc3cdWnU4/ThPgmPw7ETI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nexxEt6BN2c/s1600/7-5-11+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhYc3cdWnU4/ThPgmPw7ETI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nexxEt6BN2c/s320/7-5-11+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYzXXBiMecA/ThPg7fdMCII/AAAAAAAAAPo/vHSydWqXur8/s1600/7-5-11+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYzXXBiMecA/ThPg7fdMCII/AAAAAAAAAPo/vHSydWqXur8/s320/7-5-11+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Topher ended up getting to hot and he was done.&amp;nbsp; So we had to leave early.&amp;nbsp; Daddy was happy about that he was miserable too.&amp;nbsp; My eyes hurt afterwards, felt like I had sat in a smoky room for days!&amp;nbsp; Ally was asleep before we pulled out of the parking lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-5797103719464541810?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/zLKR5_9p9Hw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5797103719464541810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=5797103719464541810" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5797103719464541810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5797103719464541810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/zLKR5_9p9Hw/4th-of-july-parade.html" title="4th of July Parade" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bAyupVfSJX0/ThPgVkGAAYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/YqQZuvTCDd0/s72-c/7-5-11+002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-parade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MQXY4eSp7ImA9WhZaGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-5854205215300655070</id><published>2011-07-05T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:03:00.831-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T23:03:00.831-05:00</app:edited><title>online time!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9MqDzCouewTc2vzkr5ZGR-DFq4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9MqDzCouewTc2vzkr5ZGR-DFq4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9MqDzCouewTc2vzkr5ZGR-DFq4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U9MqDzCouewTc2vzkr5ZGR-DFq4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I haven't posted much lately.&amp;nbsp; I have been spending my time online researching coupons!&amp;nbsp; I am fascinated with that coupon show and want to know if that is really possible.&amp;nbsp; You see these women spending very little money on hundreds of dollars worth of stuff, and its name brand stuff.&amp;nbsp; So when I have time to get online I spend it searching through websites that say you can print coupons.&amp;nbsp; Soon I will let you know what I have come up with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am also looking seriously for a job from home, but not a home business.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to shell out hundreds of dollars to start my own business and sell people something.&amp;nbsp; I tried avon, tupperware, and marykay!&amp;nbsp; That's just not me.&amp;nbsp; I want to apply for a job and actually get hired and work from home.&amp;nbsp; I have found a couple sites I'm seriously looking into, and will let you know if it works out.&amp;nbsp; That means when I actually get a pay check!&amp;nbsp; Well see, but I won't be holding my breath.&amp;nbsp; There are so many scams out there it isn't even funny! People are really nasty to each other it is so sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-5854205215300655070?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/JrPdAt-7pp4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5854205215300655070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=5854205215300655070" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5854205215300655070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/5854205215300655070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/JrPdAt-7pp4/online-time.html" title="online time!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/07/online-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQnc6eip7ImA9WhZaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-317733439229758637</id><published>2011-06-27T00:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:21:23.912-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T00:21:23.912-05:00</app:edited><title>just a random thought</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kl1UawIVRYr0LrYMTj7iGTnQ3WQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kl1UawIVRYr0LrYMTj7iGTnQ3WQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kl1UawIVRYr0LrYMTj7iGTnQ3WQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Kl1UawIVRYr0LrYMTj7iGTnQ3WQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am so tired.&amp;nbsp; I have been staying up to late, and then to tired all day!&amp;nbsp; Ugh I need to break this circle. I probably should have gone to bed, but hubby will be home soon.&amp;nbsp; I would be posting more, but as you can tell I've been to tired.&lt;br /&gt;
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My In-laws got us a new couch and love seat (new to us anyways), and I have been rearranging the house.&amp;nbsp; And cleaning floor to&amp;nbsp;ceilings as I go.&amp;nbsp; I moved our tv and had to reroute the cable wires in the basement.&amp;nbsp; Not that difficult just time consuming.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness my mom took the older 2 to see cars 2!&amp;nbsp; They loved it.&amp;nbsp; I moved to 2 old couches out and stacked them on the back porch.&amp;nbsp; Then moved the new ones where I wanted them.&amp;nbsp; The living room feels so much bigger now!&amp;nbsp; I can't hold my eyes open any more so goodnight world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-317733439229758637?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/QO4tntp3qKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/317733439229758637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=317733439229758637" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/317733439229758637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/317733439229758637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/QO4tntp3qKk/just-random-thought.html" title="just a random thought" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-random-thought.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRXYyeSp7ImA9WhZbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-3474577737505402717</id><published>2011-06-16T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:30:54.891-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T21:30:54.891-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job interview" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coupon mom" /><title>Here's the 411!!!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/obQv87-PYq9UfKZ6WiqOy4qk8bM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/obQv87-PYq9UfKZ6WiqOy4qk8bM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tonight the house is clean and kids were in bed by 7:30 for the second night in a row. Of coarse they are not asleep (yet), but still that's gotta be a record!&amp;nbsp; I even folded and put away laundry!&amp;nbsp; I am amazing!&amp;nbsp; Ok the kids helped some.&amp;nbsp; I found out that if I tell Topher I can clean faster than him... Well lets just say he can clean really fast!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have&amp;nbsp; a job interview tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what position it is for because I applied for 5 positions at the company I am going to!&amp;nbsp; So I guess I'll see when I get there.&amp;nbsp; I am excited, but realized I have nothing to wear!&amp;nbsp; I've been a stay at home mom for 4 years now and my wardrobe consists mostly of t-shirts (most of which are stained from kids).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So now we have to take the kids to the splash park, get me an outfit, get me to my interview, get the kids naps, food, and take daddy to the doctor all in one day!&amp;nbsp; I hope it can be done!&amp;nbsp; I do this all the time.&amp;nbsp; I set way to high of standards and can't measure up.&amp;nbsp; Then I get upset when I drop all the balls I'm trying to juggle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I rearranged my bed room, and almost finished organizing everything.&amp;nbsp; I'm making space for me.&amp;nbsp; I had the space, but never organized it. Since we moved in it became the dump spot of everything and anything.&amp;nbsp; I now have a spot to do my make-up, write, and a desk to start becoming a coupon mom!&amp;nbsp; I know if those lady's on extreme coupon can save that much money so can I.&amp;nbsp;That's my goal anyways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So the past week has been pretty busy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-3474577737505402717?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/F8eMaZDKVlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3474577737505402717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=3474577737505402717" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3474577737505402717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/3474577737505402717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/F8eMaZDKVlI/heres-411.html" title="Here's the 411!!!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/heres-411.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDRH89fSp7ImA9WhZUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7300888229593260012.post-2880696383951983879</id><published>2011-06-10T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:44:35.165-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-10T23:44:35.165-05:00</app:edited><title>Some Pics from Ally's 1st Birthday!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F-nd8ZQb6tCa_ZmNkXflvhhDClA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F-nd8ZQb6tCa_ZmNkXflvhhDClA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F-nd8ZQb6tCa_ZmNkXflvhhDClA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F-nd8ZQb6tCa_ZmNkXflvhhDClA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy baked the cake, but daddy was the artist!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9yuPSeG8U/TfJddIB7-GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B8HKtmqkIfs/s1600/6-8-11+350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9yuPSeG8U/TfJddIB7-GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B8HKtmqkIfs/s320/6-8-11+350.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not quite sure about all this...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7LXqU8NHUs/TfJdq1g4xeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/L7jljsO3J2E/s1600/6-8-11+363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7LXqU8NHUs/TfJdq1g4xeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/L7jljsO3J2E/s320/6-8-11+363.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is going on here guys?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6QfXk4BDrs/TfJdtYnO-VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4WdwGsz_oPw/s1600/6-8-11+367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6QfXk4BDrs/TfJdtYnO-VI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4WdwGsz_oPw/s320/6-8-11+367.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Ok I'm liking this!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JahVKFZnog/TfJd5sPrviI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wRkTsvd6CsA/s1600/6-8-11+369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JahVKFZnog/TfJd5sPrviI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wRkTsvd6CsA/s320/6-8-11+369.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7300888229593260012-2880696383951983879?l=menearfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~4/MU8dsHgBtY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2880696383951983879/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7300888229593260012&amp;postID=2880696383951983879" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2880696383951983879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7300888229593260012/posts/default/2880696383951983879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RaisingIrishTwinsPlusOne/~3/MU8dsHgBtY4/some-pics-from-allys-1st-birthday.html" title="Some Pics from Ally's 1st Birthday!" /><author><name>Evie, Topher, Ally's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14184961990461039594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Al5BGa4530/TbzayaxiffI/AAAAAAAAAM8/x_Fqkw4G8O0/s220/cell%2Bphone%2B4-12-11%2B362.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y9yuPSeG8U/TfJddIB7-GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/B8HKtmqkIfs/s72-c/6-8-11+350.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://menearfamily.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-pics-from-allys-1st-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

