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Oh I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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And his (hovering) big sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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They're a pretty good bunch :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-3775961753430133476?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/lm6FTPw1A_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/lm6FTPw1A_s/9-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chuWsXgm8_k/TyMdXEFD5yI/AAAAAAAADV8/RUb7ICA2RQI/s72-c/DSC_0260-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/9-months.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-2033981419918607946</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T17:29:53.954-05:00</atom:updated><title>You May Be Up To Your Eyeballs In Motherhood If...</title><description>You received a final notice from the library saying one book is 64 days overdue. It's crossed your mind to call them and invite them over for a "book search" palooza.&lt;br /&gt;
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You said "Thanks, buddy" to the cashier lady at Target.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Thanks, buddy!?)&lt;br /&gt;
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(I called her BUDDY)&lt;br /&gt;
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Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;
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You would pay for your items at the check out, but to find your wallet you have to first pull out a diaper, a jar of baby food, a stuffed animal, 4 pacifiers, an extra pair of 3T underwear, and a bag of pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your purse looks like a piece of luggage.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning you heard yourself yell, "why are there Dora underwear on top of the coffee maker!?"&lt;br /&gt;
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There is gate at one set of stairs and a chair laying in front of the other set to tame a little crawling and curious child.&lt;br /&gt;
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You've waited an hour for the diaper fairy to come change the baby but she never seems to show up.&lt;br /&gt;
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The price of gas all the sudden doesn't seem so bad now that all the kids are asleep in the car - so you drive around in peace and quiet for 45min.&lt;br /&gt;
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You use a wipe to clean your kids face only after you've tried to get the job done licking your thumb and doing it. (why do we do that??) &lt;br /&gt;
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The term "Pedi" has been replaced in your vocabulary with the term "Pedialyte".&lt;br /&gt;
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After hours of kids chatter, you drive through Starbucks to just remember what an adult sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're convinced texting was created for moms. &lt;br /&gt;
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You get up in the morning, get kids moving, dressed, fed, washed, bathed, combed, kissed, hugged, picked up, carried, fed again, loved on, chased, squeezed, disciplined, laundry in, laundry out, dishes done, beds made, floors mopped, dinner cooked, kitchen cleaned, homework, flash cards, play Sorry, play peek-a-boo, play tag, play Simon Says, pj's, teeth brushed, bedtime....and somehow you STILL wonder why you don't have the energy to make it to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have spit up and/or slobber on your shirt. And down your sleeve. And possibly even on one of your pant legs.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Me time" is also known as "grocery shopping".&lt;br /&gt;
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There's been a time when you've said to another mom, "I don't usually let her just eat packet after packet of ketchup..." in the middle of Chickfila. You've realized though that some fights aren't worth it in a room full of curious bystanders.&lt;br /&gt;
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You find a chicken nugget under your drivers seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Multi-tasking is like a 6th sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your heart is never running on empty in the love department.&lt;br /&gt;
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You'd do it all again...and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh the craziness of motherhood :). Crazy...but so worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-2033981419918607946?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/__MICoFrgkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/__MICoFrgkc/you-may-be-up-to-your-eyeballs-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-may-be-up-to-your-eyeballs-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-9138628847679148432</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-23T11:34:57.141-05:00</atom:updated><title>I'd Like To Do This...</title><description>for as many years as possible...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvvDt1AXZBI/Tx2LXJZoAcI/AAAAAAAADV0/mmBkwRzNfAQ/s1600/DSC_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvvDt1AXZBI/Tx2LXJZoAcI/AAAAAAAADV0/mmBkwRzNfAQ/s400/DSC_0234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(a few of you already heard me say this on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/savvylittlewomen"&gt;facebook &lt;/a&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sure so many of you feel the same, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-9138628847679148432?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/6xHPJq9ktaQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/6xHPJq9ktaQ/id-like-to-do-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvvDt1AXZBI/Tx2LXJZoAcI/AAAAAAAADV0/mmBkwRzNfAQ/s72-c/DSC_0234.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/id-like-to-do-this.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-5656851065323508436</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-20T09:30:43.152-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sleep And Other Things That Don't Exist</title><description>1. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least not an uninterrupted full nights  worth. All the kiddos sleep through the night, a full 10ish  hours. But lately it seems that someone is always sick, throwing up (on my side of the bed),  having a bad dream, up to use the restroom, etc. That's ok though, I  always try to remind myself at 3am that I can catch some zzz's later,  they will only let me rock them back to sleep for a short while. Right??&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Using the crockpot too much.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love that thing. And it has come in handy lately since the neighbor kiddos often stay here as well...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJqFMhGNOj8/TxjN_gLfwFI/AAAAAAAADU8/tvQqNYwWdmo/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJqFMhGNOj8/TxjN_gLfwFI/AAAAAAAADU8/tvQqNYwWdmo/s400/014.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've got some new recipes I'm going to share soon! &lt;br /&gt;
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3. Self control when it comes to Valentines Day candy hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some hate them, I love them. However I decided lately to kick the candy-sugar habit. The conversation I had with myself about it went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm giving up sweets.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, maybe I'll let myself have something on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alright, I'll allow myself one treat 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fine, I can have one sweet every night after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Never mind, I'm back on sweets."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It was a stressful convo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Hearing Lincoln laugh at this gear-toy-thingy... &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0th6iIOx7kQ/TxjOGus4U7I/AAAAAAAADVE/FzIyvHYdoGQ/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0th6iIOx7kQ/TxjOGus4U7I/AAAAAAAADVE/FzIyvHYdoGQ/s400/005.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyone else have kids that looooved the gear toy??&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Clean floors.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had forgotten when a baby starts crawling they eat everything off the floor...its like a constant reminder of how dirty my floors are! Wait, did I mention that Lincoln is crawling?? Well, he is!! He is like a human vacuum, though. &lt;i&gt;For real&lt;/i&gt;. I have to follow him all over the place...he's wearing me out :).&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Cheeks that are too chubby...&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of the little guy, he's got some squishy cheeks that get loads of lovin'...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9MnFvWjEFE/TxjOOr3_8HI/AAAAAAAADVM/kxQ0ndLqRn4/s1600/126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9MnFvWjEFE/TxjOOr3_8HI/AAAAAAAADVM/kxQ0ndLqRn4/s320/126.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you just want to reach in there and squeeze them :)??&lt;br /&gt;
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Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Friday, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-5656851065323508436?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/NNioo8ZuWz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/NNioo8ZuWz8/sleep-and-other-things-that-dont-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJqFMhGNOj8/TxjN_gLfwFI/AAAAAAAADU8/tvQqNYwWdmo/s72-c/014.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-and-other-things-that-dont-exist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-4822628309020222949</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-19T00:00:02.481-05:00</atom:updated><title>You Are More...</title><description>than the cook...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the chauffeur...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the referee...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the cleaner...&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the lady chasing her kid down aisle 8.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;A wife of noble character who can find? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is worth far more than rubies. &lt;br /&gt;
Her husband has full confidence in her &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lacks nothing of value. &lt;br /&gt;
She brings him good, not harm, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the days of her life. (Proverbs 31: 10-12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than a number...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a size...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than an exercise...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the latest trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the worlds pressure to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Many women do noble things, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but you surpass them all. &lt;br /&gt;
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. (Proverbs 31: 29-30)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than a soccer mom...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a pto volunteer...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a field trip chaperon..&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the one who's always pushing a stroller and&amp;nbsp;wearing a baby while cheering her kiddo on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;She gets up while it is still night; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she provides food for her family &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and portions for her female servants. &lt;br /&gt;
She considers a field and buys it; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. (Proverbs 31: 15-16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than the sock sorter...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the lunch packer...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the math teacher...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the&amp;nbsp;cupcake maker...&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the one who tucks their shirts in, wipes their faces off, and sends them on their way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;She opens her arms to the poor &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and extends her hands to the needy. &lt;br /&gt;
When it snows, she has no fear for her household; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for all of them are clothed in scarlet. (Proverbs 31: 20-21)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than&amp;nbsp; the potty trainer, bath giver, and the crumb cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are His.&lt;br /&gt;
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Living in His sweet grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Clinging to this giant role.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bringing up&amp;nbsp;these little treasures that&amp;nbsp;call you mama.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sought after, chased down, cuddled up next to, kissed on, waited for, and adored by those He's entrusted to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have the most important job with the greatest benefit package.&lt;br /&gt;
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And today is another day to embrace that gift...&lt;em&gt;this calling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy it, it's fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a re-post today...because I've had to remind myself of these things this week :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-4822628309020222949?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/B45z3RLXgL0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/B45z3RLXgL0/you-are-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-7501014329484310604</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T07:40:42.789-05:00</atom:updated><title>Going Public</title><description>I never really thought I'd write about school. Mainly cause I don't want anyone to ever think that we feel there is a "best option" or only "one right choice" for school. We feel the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;
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And honestly, it can be a touchy subject. And touchy can turn into mean comments. And mean comments make me want to throw things at the computer screen. &lt;i&gt;You understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So lets come at this from a "this is what God has led our family to", and not a "our way or the highway" approach. Lets discuss what He has called each of us to, shall we? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our kids go to public schools.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's true. And for a long time I didn't talk much about it cause it can almost feel taboo among some Christian folk. Not ALL, I said SOME.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please hear my heart when I say this, I do not mean it in a bad way, because I too am a hovering mother...I can hover with the best of 'em, my friends. I just think that it is easy to get comfortable in our Christian circles, to obsessively shelter our children, and sometimes forget that there is a whole world, not to mention a community that you live in that needs to hear about Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Public schools need Jesus too.&lt;br /&gt;
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We don't look at it as "sending our kids into the warfare of public schools" like I've heard so many times from other moms who have choosen not to (that statement makes me a tad crazy, btw), we look at it as sending our family into a place where we can shine His light for hearts that may need it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our kids are leaning at a young age to stand up for, and share their faith. That can't possibly be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do I think its possible that they will get exposed to some things earlier than if I homeschooled? &lt;b&gt;Sure.&lt;/b&gt; Do I know that they will hear things that need some extra explaining from us at home? &lt;b&gt;Of course&lt;/b&gt;. But do I believe that Jesus smiles when Ella tells a classmate that we don't treat people in a certain way because God wants us to love each other? &lt;b&gt;With all my being.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now don't get me wrong, I don't just give them a good-luck pat on the head and send them on their way, we are actively involved. I have sent some emails and talked to the teachers about things that I'm sure when I walked away they said, "wow, that woman needs to relax." But that's ok, I just want them to know I'm always there and asking questions. I even went on a field trip to a museum when I was 38 1/2 weeks pregnant with Lincoln...that had flights and flights of stairs...and no padded benches for my aching hips...and my only pair of jeans that fit were SO tight. &lt;i&gt;Ah, memories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A child's core beliefs, morals, and faith start at home, and are nourished and strengthened at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a firm believer in that which is why we talk a lot around here about anything and everything. We talk a lot about our faith, our family values, and what is expected of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have also tried to start talking to the girls very early about things that might become embarrassing, tempting, or heard at school later on down the road. Just the other night when I was washing their hair we talked about appropriate things and inappropriate things, and what you do in those situations. I try to keep our chats laid back, calm, and very matter of fact so they don't ever think twice about asking me any questions.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not long ago Ella pulled a &lt;i&gt;feminine product &lt;/i&gt;out of my purse and inquired about it. After I thought for a second I said, "well, grab a juice box and pull up a chair, kiddo." Ok, I didn't really use those words, but I did tell her what it was, although I didn't go into a long explanation. I figure I have a year or two before that convo gets here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm rambling, aren't I? &lt;i&gt;Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Every school has trouble. Every school has partying and the "wrong crowd".&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;And every school is going to have good and bad qualities. Deciding what is best for your family is between you and the Lord, no one else's opinion matters. Go with your convictions.&lt;br /&gt;
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And for the record, we have talked a lot off and on about homeschooling, cause I am completely open to it if the Lord calls us there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Down the road, will I pull one of the kids out of school and teach them at home if we thought it was necessary? &lt;b&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/b&gt; But right now, I don't feel called to homeschool our kids, which can be looked down on at times especially since it is pretty common among bigger families. I've come to be ok with that though. I know that we are doing what God is calling us to for the time being, and that is what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We know that God placed us right where He wanted us when we moved a little over a year ago. We are in a nice community with solid schools, and I am thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love our "Christian circle" of friends, and I love being among company who share our passion about our faith. But I completely feel drawn to build relationships with other mama's who don't have a relationship with Him. I just can't imagine where my joy would come from on my worst mom days without His promises and confirmation of my calling - and if I can, I'd like to share that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our hearts feel pulled to jump right into the middle of our public school and get involved. And that is exactly what we have done :).&lt;br /&gt;
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So now it's your turn. I shared where God has us in the school department, where does He have you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-7501014329484310604?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/uFkCPNKQXYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/uFkCPNKQXYE/going-public.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-public.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-424698066945416871</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T20:35:30.832-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Night...</title><description>has turned into Family Game Night...&lt;br /&gt;
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(although we play games everyday here)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3HPhfZQnK8/TxN9hZrfFDI/AAAAAAAADU0/SEAERTedSMc/s1600/146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3HPhfZQnK8/TxN9hZrfFDI/AAAAAAAADU0/SEAERTedSMc/s400/146.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and it is always such a fun time! We love it, it is a must have in your house if you don't have it already :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-424698066945416871?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/McNq71XuprA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/McNq71XuprA/sunday-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3HPhfZQnK8/TxN9hZrfFDI/AAAAAAAADU0/SEAERTedSMc/s72-c/146.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-7818012084674110957</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T20:00:34.612-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our Holiday Night Out...</title><description>with other mama's... &lt;br /&gt;
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who know you...&lt;br /&gt;
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who understand your life, your passions, your madness, your faith...&lt;br /&gt;
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and maybe with ones who sat with you 3 weeks postpartum while you cried  and sifted through the jungle of hormones that now controlled your  life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last month we had an Ultimate Mom's Night Out here in our town, I know, I'm a tad behind on sharing about it :).&amp;nbsp; I teamed up with &lt;b&gt;Amy&lt;/b&gt; and we worked hard to put on a fun night of  encouragement, pampering, giveaways, and fun conversation for all the mama's in  attendance...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqvBpQfytFM/TxNjvUIxjjI/AAAAAAAADUs/Q_onFyoWMg4/s1600/party.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqvBpQfytFM/TxNjvUIxjjI/AAAAAAAADUs/Q_onFyoWMg4/s400/party.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My  passion runs deep for moms, and I just wanted a night where they could  come together and eat, laugh, catch up, and love on one another. Those  women that night embraced each other...and if there is one thing I've  learned this past year, it's to not just love your mom friends, &lt;i&gt;but embrace them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Embrace  their kids, embrace their growing family, embrace their hard times,  embrace their good times, embrace the ever changing seasons, and embrace  who they are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be there, and be involved&lt;/i&gt;. That kind of friendship is irreplaceable to us mama's, and it's good to get a night to chat, laugh, and be together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You know the one who is standing there when you come out of the shower crying after a c-section? Yea, she loves you, &lt;i&gt;embrace her&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhooa-nx3O0/TxNjdP6vgGI/AAAAAAAADUk/ekQPGB7OK7w/s1600/party2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhooa-nx3O0/TxNjdP6vgGI/AAAAAAAADUk/ekQPGB7OK7w/s400/party2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;That picture makes my heart happy :)&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So anyway, thanks to the amazing and generous &lt;a href="http://www.letourneaus.net/html/pediderm.html"&gt;Pedi-Derm&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lifestagescenters.com/"&gt;Lifestages&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.pinebrothers.com/"&gt;Pine Brothers&lt;/a&gt; (along with many other sponsors that you can find &lt;a href="http://www.holidayumno.eventbrite.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;), we put on the Ultimate Mom's Night Out...&lt;br /&gt;
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and it was fantastic...and wonderful...and just plain fun :). &lt;br /&gt;
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You can keep up with things on our new facebook page - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/UltimateMomsNightOut"&gt;Ultimate Mom's Night Ou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/UltimateMomsNightOut"&gt;t!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Questions about the party? Want to be  involved if we do it again? Feel free to email me at savvylittlewomen@gmail.com!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you all had a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-7818012084674110957?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/FEGlANvMi1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/FEGlANvMi1s/our-holiday-night-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqvBpQfytFM/TxNjvUIxjjI/AAAAAAAADUs/Q_onFyoWMg4/s72-c/party.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-holiday-night-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-6635793309502133367</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T13:41:52.163-05:00</atom:updated><title>Be Encouraged</title><description>We are getting ready to head out of town, did I mention that? We're taking our crew to the Knoxville area for a few days to catch some R&amp;amp;R at a family lake house. And I use the term "R&amp;amp;R" loosely when it comes to our lively crew. It's a cheap getaway and we get to spend some time together thats uninterrupted by our usual schedules - its a win win :)!&lt;br /&gt;
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(Oh, and we will have limited to no internet till the weekend. I KNOW. I'm not in love with that idea. Its good to have a break, but lets face it, &lt;i&gt;I like my internet&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, I have every intention to answer the school question among the others about our schedule and such when we get back in a few days :). Promise.)&lt;br /&gt;
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(Also, I looooved hearing all about how you named your kiddos, I even read some to Eric the other night. And the fun names for the picture of Lincoln and the girls cracked me up!)&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was packing yesterday, &lt;i&gt;and stressing about packing&lt;/i&gt;, I was chatting with a friend about the ins and outs of the week....and the ups and the downs of our day at home with the kiddos. When days are long we often text funny things back and forth about our madness, and how we are so glad to have the encouragement of each other and other moms walking the walk of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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So it got me thinking and I decided to ask on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/savvylittlewomen"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and Twitter (some of you might have seen), "What is the best advice/encouragement you've ever received as a mama??"&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I read through them 100 times. Here are some good words for your day from other mom's...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Go with the flow and do what is best for your family not what someone else says is the best." -Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;
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"Make sure to take time for yourself....." -Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;
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"God gave your children to you, because know one else could raise them better. They are a unique blessing only you can receive." -Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
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"This phase you're all going  through?  It's ONLY a phase.  It will morph into something else entirely  before you know it :)  (And I repeat this to myself all the time!)" -Sarah&lt;br /&gt;
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"Housework and laundry will always be there...your kids will not." -Shelbi&lt;br /&gt;
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"When I had my first baby I  had post partum and felt like I was a horrible mom and Jesus follower  (wasn't having quiet times and just was struggling to trust and had zero  joy) and a friend shared Isaiah 40:11 with me" He tends his flock like a  shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to  his heart; HE GENTLY LEADS THOSE THAT HAVE YOUNG." (emphasis mine) She  reminded me that the Lord is gentle with those who have young and that  His grace was abundant. It literally saved my life.  LITERALLY." -Moe&lt;br /&gt;
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"They are only little for a  short while, it may feel like forever in the middle of it, but they will  never need you in quite this way again." -Stacie&lt;br /&gt;
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"Fully devote myself to  my children while they are growing up, and I will never regret it.  Now  I have the most wonderful, mature, loving adults that God could have  ever given to me.  What a great Blessing they are to me." -Kathy&lt;br /&gt;
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"Not to worry about housework  because they don't remember how clean the house was, they remember if  their momma was present and playing with them and doing things, those  are the memories they remember... not the dishes being done..." -Laura&lt;br /&gt;
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"Without a doubt it was this:   Let your husband take care of the kids THEIR way... in other  words... don't try to correct the way he puts on the diaper or how his  bath and bedtime routine might be different than yours!" -GoOutMom&lt;br /&gt;
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"Don't compare your children to others. every child develops at their own  pace." -SageMom&lt;br /&gt;
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(Amen, Amen, and...&lt;i&gt;Amen&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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"This too shall pass" - SarahPJs&lt;br /&gt;
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"Not to be judgmental of other moms and not worry what people think of you as a  mom as long as you are doing the best you can." -MomsInHeels&lt;br /&gt;
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"You've got this thing! You're doing great!" -momwithaminivan&lt;br /&gt;
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Good, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel free to share the best advice/encouragement that you've received as a mama - We all need to hear it :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-6635793309502133367?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/B_5PI16WVng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/B_5PI16WVng/be-encouraged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-encouraged.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-736292018238595637</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T08:25:01.711-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Think This Photo Needs A Name...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZkSFUvzPwQ/Twu2lqKkmoI/AAAAAAAADUc/rhyEE-jMMeY/s1600/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZkSFUvzPwQ/Twu2lqKkmoI/AAAAAAAADUc/rhyEE-jMMeY/s400/new.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't ya think?? :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-736292018238595637?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/Ddgerm4p-JQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/Ddgerm4p-JQ/i-think-this-photo-could-use-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZkSFUvzPwQ/Twu2lqKkmoI/AAAAAAAADUc/rhyEE-jMMeY/s72-c/new.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-this-photo-could-use-name.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-6242729222331810639</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T14:10:36.741-05:00</atom:updated><title>These Hips Were Made For Birthing (More Kids??)</title><description>Is this your last?&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; done now that you have your boy??&lt;br /&gt;
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What if you have another set of twins??&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what my answer is to that last question that I get asked ALL the time??&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well...I guess we'll love them and raise them."&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth with a little sarcastic undertone. Nice, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I get why people ask those questions though. And I would imagine that &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt;  mom gets why people ask those questions - because every mom gets how  hard her job is, and every mom gets that more kids might equal a tad more craziness. Especially when you have a newborn, and you're a week  postpartum, and you haven't showered or brushed your teeth, and the baby  is crying, and your other kids are fighting over who is mommy's  biggest helper, and the washer just ate your only pair of post delivery net underwear.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Not that we've had that scenario played out in our own home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The real answer to those questions? &lt;i&gt;I don't know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While our hearts are open to bringing more children into our home, we know that the great Author is the only one that knows what that plan would look like. We don't have any definite plans, and we haven't done anything permanent.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that society doesn't often view children like we do, and I know that we are judged for having a bigger family. After all, children take your time, your money, your sanity, your plans, your vacations, your freedom, and your dreams, right??&lt;br /&gt;
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That is so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those views make me sad. I feel that these kiddos have been a way bigger blessing in my life than I have been in theirs. They give me hope, they make me smile, they point me to Him, and they remind me to embrace the small things in this life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it hard to see other couples or families go on lots of dates or getaways? &lt;b&gt;Sure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is it near impossible for us to find a sitter to care for all 6? &lt;b&gt;Clearly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Are there moments when I pray for one stinkin' minute to myself? &lt;b&gt;Yep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Does our budget accommodate kids needs and wants more than our own? &lt;b&gt;Of course. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But would any of those things trump the giggles coming from babe #6 tonight as I blew bubbles on his stomach? &lt;b&gt;Uh, no. Not even a chance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I will say that since we moved, our eyes have been opened to things we have never thought about. As much as my womb will always flutter a little at the sight of a round belly full of newborn goodness, I have also had the chance to spend some time this past year with kids who are just looking for a home environment to come to.&lt;br /&gt;
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(our kids are in public schools, and YES, we have specific reasons and convictions for that decision if you'd ever like to know.) &lt;br /&gt;
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One little girl in particular has changed my heart. I don't know the whole situation at home, and I don't know exactly what she is looking for, but I do know that she always wants to be here, and I want her to feel like she is always welcome. There are kids in your own backyard who need love.&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend with a large family who's kids were grown told me this once, "Be the go-to house. Be the place that the kids and their friends know they can always come to and hang out." I really want that for our family, my home growing up was like that and I plan to carry it on here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't always do this mom thing with a joyful heart or full confidence,  but I'm a  work in progress and I know that God will continue the work  He started  in me. &lt;i&gt;At least that's what I cling to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe I will carry more babes, maybe we will foster or adopt, and maybe we will just be the home that loves on kids that need love while we raise our own 6. The Lord only knows.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are open, to whatever He has in store :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-6242729222331810639?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/fA_Drj51nEY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/fA_Drj51nEY/these-hips-were-made-for-birthing-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-hips-were-made-for-birthing-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-7720698688670206140</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T08:13:23.006-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Names We Chose - And The "C" Name We Didn't Choose</title><description>Colson (cole-son).&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the name we had picked before we decided on Lincoln. I love that name, but I was a tad&amp;nbsp;nervous of people shortening it and I&amp;nbsp;wasn't sure I&amp;nbsp;wanted that. So we hung on to both names till the hospital, and when Eric sent a picture text to our family after the delivery&amp;nbsp;it said, "Meet Lincoln".&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess he knew when he saw him what he wanted to call his little man :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though we had looked for a C name,&amp;nbsp;I really wanted to name him Lincoln, and was hoping we would both agree on it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-which-i-prove-that-ive-lost-my-mind.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unlike the great name debate of 2004&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;when we had our Ella Girl. &lt;i&gt;Sweet Mercy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a rundown of the how's and why's of our&amp;nbsp;kiddos names.&lt;br /&gt;
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All their&amp;nbsp;names, either their first or middle are "classic" in our eyes.&amp;nbsp;We like&amp;nbsp;a lot of&amp;nbsp;older style names and family names.&lt;br /&gt;
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#1 - Ella's name was old-fashioned at the time, and I loved that. Let me just get all sentimental on you and say that&amp;nbsp;I remember my 23yr old self sitting in that hospital bed thinking, "I am a mom...this is by far the best day of my life". Her&amp;nbsp;middle name is Julia, that's&amp;nbsp;my mamas name.&lt;br /&gt;
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(1st set of twins)&lt;br /&gt;
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#2 - The first&amp;nbsp;set was our easiest naming experience. Eric wanted to name the&amp;nbsp;"Baby A"&amp;nbsp;Reese Olivia, and that we did :). She was our first twin, and she has always been our little leader.&lt;br /&gt;
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#3 -&amp;nbsp;"Baby B"&amp;nbsp;was my choice, and that was&amp;nbsp;our quiet, reserved, meek Charlotte Grace. At home, I often call her Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;
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(2nd set of twins)&lt;br /&gt;
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#4 -&amp;nbsp;I knew I&amp;nbsp;wanted to use the name Kinley, or&amp;nbsp;Joya and call her Joy, but Eric wasn't sold on "Joya" so we decided to name the first girl &lt;i&gt;out of my womb&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kinley Joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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#5 - This seems funny to me now because she is SUCH a Raya, but I wanted to name&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;"Tess"...the nurses actually called her that. I do still looooove that name. But we just didn't feel settled on it,&amp;nbsp;so we went back to the drawing board till I said, "hey, what about Raylin and we'll call her Raya??". We have never really&amp;nbsp;called her Raylin though, she will always be Raya. Her middle name is June, Erics moms middle name and his grandmas first name.&lt;br /&gt;
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#6 - Lincoln...well, you kinda already know that story :). His middle name is Lynch, that is Erics dads middle name.&lt;br /&gt;
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and #7 - for this one...&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh I kid, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Giggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Snort.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll get to what we think and how we feel&amp;nbsp;about adding more in my next post :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Now it's your turn, how and why did you chose your kiddos names??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-7720698688670206140?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/HZEs0p_4XoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/HZEs0p_4XoM/names-we-chose-and-c-name-we-didnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/names-we-chose-and-c-name-we-didnt.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-2690037744714448334</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T09:08:04.320-05:00</atom:updated><title>Lost Titles</title><description>This is me with the worst case of writers block ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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The past few months have been...well, busy. Life moves like a tornado with a half dozen children under 7, and it has worn me out a tad. I have sat down at my computer a bajillion times only to end up staring at it, and then I end up turning on old episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brain candy. My mind craves it come 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I could, I'd like to share what posts could've, would've, should've been titled in the past few months if they would have been written. I like to refer to these recent months as the 30's Fog. Or the Lot's Of Children Fog. Either is appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, lost titles of 2011...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"3yr Olds Who Boycott Wearing Pants"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Is That Juice Or Pee On The Floor?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"The Newbies Guide To Explaining Why Baby Brother Looks Different Than His 5 Sisters"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"The One About Not&amp;nbsp;Going To The Bathroom&amp;nbsp;Alone Since 2004"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Local Mother Runs Over&amp;nbsp;4 Lane Dividers At Chickfila"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Half Dozen Children Thought To Have Given Woman Gray Hair"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Gym Member Comes To Spinning Class With Hole In Back Of Her Workout Pants"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Same Member Wants To Come To The Cardio Theater And Sit And Eat Popcorn Instead Of Working Out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Neighbor Kids Move Into The (Savvy) House Next Door"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Eating Whats On Your Plate And Then Finishing Whats On Your Kids Plates Proves Not To Be The Best Diet Plan"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Using Your Crockpot Isn't A Time Saver If You Forget To Plug It In"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, those are just a handful. Clearly, life has been crazy :).&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I have wanted to share more, write more, say more, but the ol' mind has been tired, friends. The holidays were fun, but I'm kinda ready for things to settle down and resume a normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any ideas for some posts?&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;even way&amp;nbsp;behind on reading blogs, I think my Google Reader has given up on me. I have some emails with questions that need answers...but maybe I'll just post them here? Anyone want to&amp;nbsp;know anything about our crazy little family?? &lt;em&gt;Not that we're real interesting :).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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More kids? What do we eat? What do we drive? School? Marriage? Multiples? Do we have a schedule?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd be happy to share about anything, you know, &lt;em&gt;within reason&lt;/em&gt; :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-2690037744714448334?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/NV_Va6reRLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/NV_Va6reRLY/lost-titles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/lost-titles.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-3689303209554178841</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-30T23:09:12.947-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Year In Pictures</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3qy8fLhzs/Tv6FwRBFtjI/AAAAAAAADR0/K5IJtlRLQwY/s1600/lb3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3qy8fLhzs/Tv6FwRBFtjI/AAAAAAAADR0/K5IJtlRLQwY/s400/lb3.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Could this year have gone ANY faster???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankful for our many blessings, our ups and our downs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; easy &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; tough lessons,&amp;nbsp;our sweet half dozen, our fun and chaotic life,&amp;nbsp;and for your friendships through this past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you have a fun New Years...here's hoping I'm not asleep when the ball drops :)! Anyone have exciting plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-3689303209554178841?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/0Iep_msaWEE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/0Iep_msaWEE/year-in-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu3qy8fLhzs/Tv6FwRBFtjI/AAAAAAAADR0/K5IJtlRLQwY/s72-c/lb3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-2703627271731025118</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-28T07:52:37.450-05:00</atom:updated><title>Good, Good, (random) Times...</title><description>lots of gifts were opened...&lt;br /&gt;
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even more Christmas goodies were consumed :)...&lt;br /&gt;
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tons of memories...&lt;br /&gt;
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5 girlie's that love their new toys...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JIfhoP09E94/Tvpzjv-ya3I/AAAAAAAADRQ/uBj6Q8wlnbA/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JIfhoP09E94/Tvpzjv-ya3I/AAAAAAAADRQ/uBj6Q8wlnbA/s400/DSC_0106.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 little guy that is crawling...&lt;i&gt;but only backwards&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;thinks it's because he is so used to backing up from all these women :)...&lt;br /&gt;
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we got Netflix as a gift and I keep wondering why NO ONE told me how great it is!?&lt;br /&gt;
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our&amp;nbsp;house&amp;nbsp;has been filled with giggling kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;
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and our&amp;nbsp;overflowing shoe basket is going beyond the call of duty...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcNyu9Ns7x4/Tvpzt7F_XFI/AAAAAAAADRY/DpYZTtD8h_o/s1600/DSC_0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcNyu9Ns7x4/Tvpzt7F_XFI/AAAAAAAADRY/DpYZTtD8h_o/s400/DSC_0109.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
the long weekend went to fast...&lt;br /&gt;
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I loooove having holiday family time...&lt;br /&gt;
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and having my hubby home...&lt;br /&gt;
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and opening little gifts that the girls have wrapped...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm looking for someone who wants to hit Targets holiday 75% off sale with me...&lt;br /&gt;
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the&amp;nbsp;girls have been playing Twister and they think it is hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm wishing it would snow instead of rain...&lt;br /&gt;
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and a certain little man got some Lincoln Logs this year...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although dad and his little girls have been the ones playing with them for now :).﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty random, eh? You'll have to excuse me while I try to get back to forming complete thoughts after a long, relaxing weekend. I hope you all had a great Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-2703627271731025118?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/ZqC-3ZmSwFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/ZqC-3ZmSwFo/good-good-random-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JIfhoP09E94/Tvpzjv-ya3I/AAAAAAAADRQ/uBj6Q8wlnbA/s72-c/DSC_0106.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-good-random-times.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-3825899392926837669</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T13:55:40.418-05:00</atom:updated><title>From Us</title><description>Well friends, it has been a busy week (and month) around here.&amp;nbsp;We have been hanging out, wrapping gifts, baking, and the older 3 have been making loads of friendship bracelets for their cousins (they are really into those right now) :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm out of here till after Christmas to spend loads of time with family and our house full of kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿So from our little&amp;nbsp;family to yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABZMTJrctLI/TvN61qjxSjI/AAAAAAAADRE/Qk1guwZWYyE/s1600/christmas112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABZMTJrctLI/TvN61qjxSjI/AAAAAAAADRE/Qk1guwZWYyE/s400/christmas112.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(and yes, I realize that Lincoln looks like a clone on Eric's lap! Ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you have a great weekend and wonderful Christmas celebrating all that He has done for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Much love to you all!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-3825899392926837669?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/b256U1qm2x4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/b256U1qm2x4/from-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABZMTJrctLI/TvN61qjxSjI/AAAAAAAADRE/Qk1guwZWYyE/s72-c/christmas112.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-us.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-7499072910064435488</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T08:28:18.084-05:00</atom:updated><title>As Seen In Our House Yesterday...</title><description>Not the most perfect buckeyes, but the Littles worked pretty hard on them :).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/buckeyes-i/"&gt;(the recipe I use is right here!﻿)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-7499072910064435488?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/oBKZRR_kDcw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/oBKZRR_kDcw/as-seen-in-our-house-yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqXRcYShBMM/TvCJNrrd-wI/AAAAAAAADQQ/XV1VMsAeYLs/s72-c/DSC_0121.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-seen-in-our-house-yesterday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-4472410832420826258</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-15T08:17:23.332-05:00</atom:updated><title>Laugh Till You Drop</title><description>Everyone always asks us, "how are the girls with Lincoln???"&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, they are gushing over him and cracking him up all the time. (They also act like 5 little mama's which can be good&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND&lt;/em&gt; bad!)&lt;br /&gt;
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So excuse me while I post this 18 second memory that I want to keep forever&amp;nbsp;so I can&amp;nbsp;listen to that little laugh years from now :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Pretty cute, huh??&lt;br /&gt;
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It also kinda melts me at the end when Char says, "again!". &lt;em&gt;Looove&lt;/em&gt; that joy they bring to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alright, mommy-melting-moment over now. Normal business can resume :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-4472410832420826258?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/G-AFNF6k8W0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/G-AFNF6k8W0/laugh-till-you-drop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/laugh-till-you-drop.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-7272991104842740697</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-15T07:35:40.142-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bakin' Some Goodies - Peppermint Bark</title><description>We started in on our holiday baking this week and I thought I'd share this kid friendly Peppermint Bark recipe. I'm sure many of you have made it, but if not, the kiddos adore it and it was a huge success even with all our little helping hands&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;br /&gt;
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All you need is:&lt;br /&gt;
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1 bag of chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;
1 bag of white chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;
crushed candy canes&lt;br /&gt;
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Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil. Melt the chocolate chips, either on the stove or in the microwave, and pour on baking sheet. Put in fridge to harden. Melt the white chocolate, be careful cause it burns quicker than the regular chocolate for some reason (anyone know why???). Pull baking sheet out of the fridge and pour the white chocolate over the hard bottom layer of regular chocolate. Crush candy canes and sprinkle generously. Pop back in the fridge and let harden. Then break apart and serve!&lt;br /&gt;
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I made a double batch thinking I would freeze some for our family gatherings next week, but I think we are going to have to make some more :).&lt;br /&gt;
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We made some cookie cutter sugar cookies too, always a favorite around here. Next week we are diving into the Lemon Bars and Buckeyes. I LOVE Lemon Bars. I mean, really love them. And those recipes are so great to make and freeze.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, that's it for now, make this if you haven't already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-7272991104842740697?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/ZD6HJlFbmrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/ZD6HJlFbmrE/bakin-some-goodies-peppermint-bark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGMgK0etNEM/Tula-skhzoI/AAAAAAAADP4/UCAfcK0UKYk/s72-c/006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/bakin-some-goodies-peppermint-bark.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-772488706852012341</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T10:01:29.057-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bedtime Woes</title><description>They are never fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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For some&amp;nbsp;reason I've been asked&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;lately about our bedtime routines - mainly how we keep the kiddos in their beds when they share a room. I mean, it's rough when you have a built in play mate, it's like a party all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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My main advice is to just throw them all in there and pray for daylight, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soooo, I've been&amp;nbsp;emailing back and forth with&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;talking about&amp;nbsp;what has worked best for us. And WOULDN'T YOU KNOW, all the sudden after sharing the good and bad of our&amp;nbsp;bedtime wars, our little 3yr olds have decided to give us a run for our money at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Yet again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It makes me sorta crazy when they don't listen at bedtime, mainly cause I've usually been on active mom duty for 16 hours and I'm ready for the sleep part of my shift. &lt;em&gt;You know the feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But even though it makes me crazy when they won't lay their sweet little heads down and get some shut eye, I have to laugh at what they come up with to keep themselves busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Exhibit A...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yVjKZXkZQk/TuaxmBvaHUI/AAAAAAAADPw/8YqnrcAi6pM/s1600/DSC_0040-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yVjKZXkZQk/TuaxmBvaHUI/AAAAAAAADPw/8YqnrcAi6pM/s400/DSC_0040-2.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are&amp;nbsp;my clever 3yr olds &lt;em&gt;under their fitted sheet&lt;/em&gt; with ALL the animals and dolls in the room. They said its like a tent, and I have to hand it to them, getting under the fitted sheet is a pretty ingenious tent idea. Back in my day we just propped the sheets up with chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tent making has come a long way, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it looks like we are back to our disciplinary ways at bedtime. We aren't the only ones with night owls are we??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for the record, those giggles are hard to crack down on, even when I'm really tired&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-772488706852012341?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/n3rDp-bQLoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/n3rDp-bQLoc/bedtime-woes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yVjKZXkZQk/TuaxmBvaHUI/AAAAAAAADPw/8YqnrcAi6pM/s72-c/DSC_0040-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/bedtime-woes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-4936388004639038675</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T09:11:11.049-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Good Life</title><description>It may not be the glamorous life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or&amp;nbsp;a wealthy&amp;nbsp;life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or the life that comes with the finest dishes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjPWhAVqtws/TuAt4KuyPRI/AAAAAAAADPA/oJrXZ0tY9KM/s1600/DSC_0464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjPWhAVqtws/TuAt4KuyPRI/AAAAAAAADPA/oJrXZ0tY9KM/s400/DSC_0464.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But it's the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may not be the easy life...&lt;br /&gt;
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the stress free life...&lt;br /&gt;
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or the gourmet meals life...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35xpMeiv-yI/TuAt_ohJ0BI/AAAAAAAADPI/vaa2r2m1_9A/s1600/DSC_0459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35xpMeiv-yI/TuAt_ohJ0BI/AAAAAAAADPI/vaa2r2m1_9A/s400/DSC_0459.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But its the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may not be the quiet life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the relaxing life...&lt;br /&gt;
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or the life with the most personal space...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olQ1ygy6bpM/TuAuFNtva9I/AAAAAAAADPQ/yp3M0Axyrcc/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olQ1ygy6bpM/TuAuFNtva9I/AAAAAAAADPQ/yp3M0Axyrcc/s400/DSC_0010.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But its the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may not be the worry free life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the free-to-do-what-you-want life...&lt;br /&gt;
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or the life that&amp;nbsp;remembers to fill frames in the nursery (just add a pic, its been 7 months!!)...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5ueaHoDaM/TuAuMP9rw4I/AAAAAAAADPY/6d4dgiV6f1Q/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0L5ueaHoDaM/TuAuMP9rw4I/AAAAAAAADPY/6d4dgiV6f1Q/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But its the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may not be the caught-up-on-the-laundry life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the house looks perfect life...&lt;br /&gt;
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or the life that thinks pants are more important than the decorated Christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyQrkNYvVUg/TuAuVc9I9DI/AAAAAAAADPg/c1X88zpW7Ik/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyQrkNYvVUg/TuAuVc9I9DI/AAAAAAAADPg/c1X88zpW7Ik/s400/DSC_0021.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But its the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may not be the fancy furniture life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the romantic getaways life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
or the easy bedtime life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But its the good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought of Kinley when I looked down the stairs tonight after a draining, mom-is-so-worn-out kind of evening - I actually laughed about the underwear picture and&amp;nbsp;her innocent sweetness&amp;nbsp;when I saw the light of the tree...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tDJbCIcf1o/TuAubkDJVbI/AAAAAAAADPo/WCLk93eJZPk/s1600/DSC_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tDJbCIcf1o/TuAubkDJVbI/AAAAAAAADPo/WCLk93eJZPk/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thankful for the reminders of God's goodness and incredible blessings :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes&amp;nbsp;being a mama isn't the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; stressful life, &lt;em&gt;but it's definitely the good life&lt;/em&gt;.﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-4936388004639038675?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/4cMJZuXKmyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/4cMJZuXKmyk/good-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjPWhAVqtws/TuAt4KuyPRI/AAAAAAAADPA/oJrXZ0tY9KM/s72-c/DSC_0464.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-2841635297981368324</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-05T13:18:53.250-05:00</atom:updated><title>(1st Lights)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8TNdh7KwHY/Tt0K9TwiNYI/AAAAAAAADOw/JvK76_fAcgY/s1600/DSC_0326-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8TNdh7KwHY/Tt0K9TwiNYI/AAAAAAAADOw/JvK76_fAcgY/s400/DSC_0326-2.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-2841635297981368324?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/o22HR5-W7lY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/o22HR5-W7lY/1st-lights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8TNdh7KwHY/Tt0K9TwiNYI/AAAAAAAADOw/JvK76_fAcgY/s72-c/DSC_0326-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/1st-lights.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-8059982983012677711</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-02T22:42:19.825-05:00</atom:updated><title>In Other News</title><description>The girls and I are painting nails today. Its one of their favorite things to do - and I have a new color I want to try out, called "I break for manicures", so its a win-win.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I ever mentioned that I've never had a full pedicure? I don't like touching peoples feet, and I don't like mine being touched either. I should get over that cause I hear they are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lincoln is sorta sitting up, but &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDgi8n1YpM/Ttj6oWgm58I/AAAAAAAADOQ/bbXgM2KW7T8/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDgi8n1YpM/Ttj6oWgm58I/AAAAAAAADOQ/bbXgM2KW7T8/s400/DSC_0083.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
AND he cut his first tooth! It's been a busy week for him :).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We're making homemade playdoh today - the kiddos are pumped to say the very least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember that sign I posted on here from Pinterest?? Someone made one for us! Some sweet, sweet, person (they won't tell me who!) made it for us as a gift. We hung it in our entry way, opposite my Fall wreath/mirror...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQnHtPirVA8/Ttj9o4GQC1I/AAAAAAAADOg/ENsOs5Yu8Tc/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="214px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQnHtPirVA8/Ttj9o4GQC1I/AAAAAAAADOg/ENsOs5Yu8Tc/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love, love, love it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sXEeEzWPfs/Ttj-t0KO3LI/AAAAAAAADOo/crvW6GY1jik/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sXEeEzWPfs/Ttj-t0KO3LI/AAAAAAAADOo/crvW6GY1jik/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" width="214px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm making our first chore chart - turns out 5yr olds and 7yr olds CAN&amp;nbsp;help out&amp;nbsp;around the house :). So they are now the proud owners of morning and afternoon chores. It's added more structure to our day in some ways which I really am liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are&amp;nbsp;still having dance parties in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2010/12/comfort-crockpot-mac-and-cheese.html"&gt;Comfort Crockpot Mac and Cheese&lt;/a&gt; is in the crockpot today, its always a hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we're off now to start our playdoh making, Hoping its a success!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-8059982983012677711?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/tzY3440MCuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/tzY3440MCuc/in-other-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDgi8n1YpM/Ttj6oWgm58I/AAAAAAAADOQ/bbXgM2KW7T8/s72-c/DSC_0083.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-other-news.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-973162844279745418</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-30T08:09:45.095-05:00</atom:updated><title>What A Year Can Do</title><description>One year ago today we found out that this little sweetie &lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-crowd-goes-wild.html"&gt;was a boy&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a9zg3ScG4U/TtWnEMc3yII/AAAAAAAADOA/89bVKCAk0RY/s1600/us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="260px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a9zg3ScG4U/TtWnEMc3yII/AAAAAAAADOA/89bVKCAk0RY/s400/us.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 year since I said, "A boy!? Really!? Are you SURE!?".&lt;br /&gt;
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And now a whole year later we have this amazingly sweet, lovable, squeezable, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt;, giggling, smiley, most adored little brother......&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I go on?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes?&lt;br /&gt;
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...rolling, babbling, wonderful, bury-your-nose-in-his-sweet smelling self, beaming,&lt;em&gt; mama melting&lt;/em&gt; little guy...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSYuMLMYIAU/TtWnOYPgaqI/AAAAAAAADOI/S5r2cKsGW7U/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSYuMLMYIAU/TtWnOYPgaqI/AAAAAAAADOI/S5r2cKsGW7U/s400/DSC_0021.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Will the "mama's boy"&amp;nbsp;thing ever&amp;nbsp;wear off? Will his sisters ever not gush all over him? Will there ever be a girl good enough for my&amp;nbsp;sweet Lincoln?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Am I getting ahead of myself? &lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anywho. Just was reading some posts from this time last year and saw that it had been a year since we heard, "its a boy!". Good, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We just love that kiddo. He's one of my 6 greatest gifts. I could have a hundred more of that little babe :).﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Or maybe just 1 or 2 more, &lt;em&gt;a hundred is a lot&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Boundries, people&lt;em&gt;, boundries&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881945609020735260-973162844279745418?l=savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/obwTGot6c7o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/obwTGot6c7o/what-year-can-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3a9zg3ScG4U/TtWnEMc3yII/AAAAAAAADOA/89bVKCAk0RY/s72-c/us.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-year-can-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-282322099237919895</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T22:50:22.767-05:00</atom:updated><title>Post Long Weekend Rambling</title><description>We had a great holiday. Long weekends with my people are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made the switch from Pumpkin Spice creamer to Peppermint Mocha creamer. Needless to say I've been drinking a lot of coffee.&amp;nbsp;Have ya tried it??&lt;br /&gt;
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We ate a lot, and relaxed, and&amp;nbsp;decorated...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿We watched movies, baked some goodies, and started to listen to Christmas music around the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Remember how I said we were making pies for Ella's school?? We won a prize. I'm not kidding, it won 1st place!&amp;nbsp;I still laugh just thinking about it...I'm not a real seasoned pie maker. AND, it&amp;nbsp;was the easiest pie I've ever made, my friends. Funny, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and you guys, I got an awesome&amp;nbsp;deal on a "under the cabinet" stereo the day after Thanksgiving. And let me tell you, I don't know how I cooked without it. It is&amp;nbsp;SO great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(are&amp;nbsp;there some southerners out there&amp;nbsp;laughing cause I say "you guys"? I lived in Baton Rouge for a while and they always thought it sounded so funny!&amp;nbsp;Some of my favorite people live there, I miss them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The girlie's can&amp;nbsp;get a little&amp;nbsp;carried away&amp;nbsp;sometimes with the new stereo and before I know it there is a small dance party underway while I'm trying to make dinner. &lt;em&gt;Totally worth it though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, Christmas tunes while you're cooking, &lt;em&gt;it's a gift&lt;/em&gt;. It's like a whole new world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, thats all the rambling for now. The later it gets, the harder it is for me to form a thought. &lt;em&gt;You understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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