<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528</id><updated>2024-08-31T01:14:28.660-06:00</updated><category term="kids"/><category term="lessons"/><category term="love"/><category term="parenting"/><category term="time"/><category term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>When it snows...</title><subtitle type='html'>a chronicle of life as it blossoms into something beautiful from something cold and harsh...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-4927656642228049835</id><published>2016-06-01T00:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2016-06-01T00:59:47.722-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time"/><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Silence. That elusive and intoxicating lack of sound. The moments a mother has to herself when the sound of her children sleeping takes place of the daily bustle and grind...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I lay awake tonight, unable to sleep and fully aware that in 6 hours, my world will be chaotic again. I will be unable to sit on the sofa without a child in my head. I will be unable to use the bathroom without a frighteningly captive audience. I will not know how to talk, but only how to respond to incessant whining. But asking with that, the hugs and kisses and cuddles and smiles and laughter and joy and love and genuine goodness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Sleep is overrated. But silence is not. Without these moments alone, my husband snoring gently beside me, my girls asleep upstairs, I would not have the time I need to recharge and find the peace within myself that I desperately need to keep up with my insane children.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;What nobody tells you when you are expecting a new baby is that motherhood is both the best and most exhausting job you&#39;ll ever undertake. Sure, I spend 40+ hours with teenagers 9 months out of the year. I attend inservices and trainings and extra duties throughout the whole year. That&#39;s exhausting. But add to that the constant needs of your own household, and the exhaustion is tenfold. It burrows into your soul and feeds on every hope you have of being a good parent. The thing is, though, that because you get up each morning and feed the kids and dress then, you shuffle of to Kindergarten and daycare and then the commute to work where you then shuffle through the needs of a hundred other children, you come home again, feed and bathe your kids and read them as bedtime story and then realize you&#39;ve forgotten to eat, because of this you are already a great parent.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;You were present today in what your child needed. Some days I just need someone to remind me of that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So, Natalie finished Kindergarten last week and also had her tonsils out.&amp;#160; She&#39;s a first grader now and so far from my tiny baby girl. She still cuddles, though. Sometimes too much, because I find it hard to breathe worthy an elbow in my throat!&amp;#160; Caitlin has one more year before Kindergarten, and then she&#39;s off as well, running to activities and wearing me out even more.&amp;#160; But because I&#39;m here, it&#39;s enough.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Tonight, I enjoy the silence. Tomorrow, we play!&lt;/p&gt;
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What a fabulous day. &amp;nbsp;We opened board games, spread all four of them around the floor, and then covered them with blankets. &amp;nbsp;We terrorized the cat. &amp;nbsp;We watched 4,000 episodes of Pororo because Netflix wouldn&#39;t load the Disney movies. &amp;nbsp;I wrote. &amp;nbsp;I planned some strategies for my future as a writer. &amp;nbsp;I decided to crack down and make it work, for the sake of my children and my sanity. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Caitlin &quot;helped.&quot; &amp;nbsp;By helped, I mean singlehandedly tore apart the house, destroyed some jewelry, cut her and her sister&#39;s hair, and spilled milk on her dress... &amp;nbsp;Yup. That&#39;s help.&lt;/div&gt;
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For every web page I updated, and link I clicked, Caitlin destroyed one more item in my house. &amp;nbsp;I make it seem way worse than it actually is, but when I cleaned twice yesterday and once today, it really is a national disaster of EPIC proportions. &amp;nbsp;That, and I am working on becoming a master of hyperbole. &amp;nbsp;After all, what good is life with children if you can&#39;t embellish it a little bit?&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I&#39;m not the first person to talk about it, and I won&#39;t be the last. I have discovered for myself, though, the importance of not letting go of my needs as Sarah.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t help my family if I neglect myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
So, I&#39;ve taken charge and finally decided that it is time to get healthy.&amp;nbsp; I started about six weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; 311.6 pounds.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&#39;t fit into the clothes I loved (even though there weren&#39;t very many. ..) and people around me who I never thought would lose weight were posting their success for the world to see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
I wondered why they could do it but I couldn&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; The answer was simple, though.&amp;nbsp; I could.&amp;nbsp; The only thing standing in my way was me.&amp;nbsp; Excuses like &quot;I don&#39;t have time, &quot; or &quot;its too hard for me&quot; made it easy to decide not to do it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
Then, I tried.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
It has been a small rollercoaster with loss and gain,&amp;nbsp; but I&#39;m down 9 pounds in 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp; How can that be failure?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
I look at Natalie and Caitlin and while I will never love them less if they grow up to be fat,&amp;nbsp; I hope it isn&#39;t an issue for them. I want them to see that I was successful in my own quest to be healthy.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want them to lose their mom to a heart attack in 5 years just because I couldn&#39;t find the motivation to get healthy.&lt;br&gt;
While I see other&#39;s success and it pushes me to do the same, our reasons are all the same, too.&amp;nbsp; We want to see our children grow older with us.&amp;nbsp; We want to chase our grandkids through the sprinkler. We want our children to know that we love them enough to be healthy. And we want them to learn about self love.&amp;nbsp; Love yourself so that you can love others better. &lt;br&gt;
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According to the eyes and brilliant talent of my 3.5 year old, Natalie, this is me. &amp;nbsp;I think it sums things up pretty well. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m tall, not quite skinny, my hair is frazzled, and I&#39;m likely trying to catch something or someone at any given moment. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m also a combination of many, many, MANY different emotions and &quot;colors&quot; right now. &amp;nbsp;You see, tomorrow is my last day of school as a first-year teacher. &amp;nbsp;My &quot;kids&quot; will be moving on, growing up, coming back from summer break in a few months to someone who isn&#39;t me. &amp;nbsp;My heart is breaking because this year, I gained 80 children between the ages of 15 and 18. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m eternally grateful for what I learned from these kids this year, but wow, I&#39;m going to miss them!&lt;/div&gt;
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Through all of my struggles as a first year teacher, Natalie and Caitlin have grown as well. &amp;nbsp;I have watched Caitlin learn to walk, heard Natalie construct full conversations, built a stronger relationship with my husband, and witnessed my family crumble and re-build. &amp;nbsp;I am a patchwork of a woman right now. &amp;nbsp;I crave the ability to sit and read a book, or write something other than lesson plans or data analysis. &amp;nbsp;I crave the wind in my hair as I sit beneath a tree, spilling my soul onto a piece of paper. &amp;nbsp;But I also crave the laughter of my children. &amp;nbsp;I want to sit and stare into their deep, blue eyes and see their souls. &amp;nbsp;I want to hold their hands and kiss their feet, and love them with everything I can. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Knowing that tomorrow will be the last time I will ever see most of my students makes me want to hold onto my children that much tighter. &amp;nbsp;Natalie asks already if she can go to Kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;She wants to go to work with me, and learn about the world. &amp;nbsp;She wants to be &quot;all growm up.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The hardest part for me is that she really is growing up so fast. &amp;nbsp;And Caitlin. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;That little girl wants to be just like her sister. &amp;nbsp;She watches Natalie intently, and laughs when she does something funny. &amp;nbsp;They share kisses and hugs, and sleep in the same bed. &amp;nbsp;They watch out for each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Natalie really watches out for me, as well. &amp;nbsp;I can see the love she put into my portrait on the sidewalk, and I know that she wants to be strong and grown up. &amp;nbsp;Caitlin holds my hand at the end of the day and they put together the patchwork pieces of my heart. &amp;nbsp;Even though my life is held together by the grains of chalk, waiting for the rain to wash away any bit of stability I might know, these girls, my beautiful daughters, still see me as whole. &amp;nbsp;I love them for it.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2507448118969766718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2507448118969766718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2507448118969766718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/this-is-me.html' title='This is Me.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIfGuCPD0456nMWxgRIbLB5CFBeV6_5y7rQhVI2MM9RdEN_SpBRVBz4RyV_gkRcaM2faRUPXNwUqilaLVmAVvSjyfnMnNqkbKaXqJUQ-_osm9IkS3e76Oxb_SySmnI9wb6U6crMfnZGB8/s72-c/IMAG1485.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-2351638714034010110</id><published>2013-05-20T07:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T07:56:23.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Snows... Digital Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/FBNAolrmM-c?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2351638714034010110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/when-it-snows-digital-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2351638714034010110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2351638714034010110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/when-it-snows-digital-story.html' title='When it Snows... Digital Story'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/FBNAolrmM-c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-727745002938111639</id><published>2013-05-20T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T07:55:30.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;OBJECT id=BLOG_video-c576d6176470f1db class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId=&quot;c576d6176470f1db&quot;&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;It is the first snow of the year, finally! More notably, however, it is Natalie&#39;s first real snow - the first that she noticed there were little white flakes falling from the sky. So, of course, in proper childish fashion, we bundled up at 10pm to go play in the snow!
&lt;br /&gt;           She loved it!
&lt;br /&gt;A fairy princess, or rather a pink marshmallow, Natalie was so beautiful standing in the snow, in the light from the house, flakes falling gently around her. At first, she was apprehensive, she didn&#39;t know what it was. After a few handfuls thrown her way, however, she started to get the idea! She truly is my snow-baby! I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s already Christmas time again - though Thanksgiving is this Thursday, that is close enough for me! I put up the tree, garland, some lights and our stockings (which I claim to be because that wall was so bare I couldn&#39;t stand it anymore, but we all know that isn&#39;t true!)  I am ready to start baking and wrapping more presents, and showing all of my favorite Christmas movies to Natalie.  I&#39;m ready to indoctrinate her with the happiness of Christmas as a child, and hoping to re-gain some of the joy for myself as well.  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/727745002938111639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/727745002938111639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/727745002938111639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2013/05/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1084685866386560219</id><published>2012-12-23T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-12-23T11:31:15.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have no time to write anymore, but my life is so full, I&#39;m not sure I can complain about not writing for a while... We now have Caitlin and Natalie keeping us running all day long, and I don&#39;t know that I had any clue parenting would be this exhausting.&amp;nbsp; I love every minute of it, and may only trade a few minutes of silence if I could... Caitlin is 15 months old and is a little firecracker! She is so smart, I&#39;m afraid I can&#39;t keep up with her for long.&amp;nbsp; She is so remarkable! &lt;br&gt;
Natalie is 3, and already knows how to add! Holy buckets!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&#39;separator&#39; style=&#39;clear: both; text-align: center;&#39;&gt; &lt;a href=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdrhM-AfREE7l1OT6DeBFR48rQZO3Y9J2Iq5anR0N4k4hgp1YnErwJFaCYe1UZfMBfljVRvBtUo2_GnVHbjZTL6S2M1gHlhl05VQGr6G-G2KuoaGjLfW56ubJZ5m338AHWH1AugouxUw/s1600/IMAG0625.jpg&#39; imageanchor=&#39;1&#39; style=&#39;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&#39;&gt; &lt;img border=&#39;0&#39; src=&#39;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdrhM-AfREE7l1OT6DeBFR48rQZO3Y9J2Iq5anR0N4k4hgp1YnErwJFaCYe1UZfMBfljVRvBtUo2_GnVHbjZTL6S2M1gHlhl05VQGr6G-G2KuoaGjLfW56ubJZ5m338AHWH1AugouxUw/s640/IMAG0625.jpg&#39; /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1084685866386560219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2012/12/what-crazy-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1084685866386560219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1084685866386560219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2012/12/what-crazy-world.html' title='What a crazy world...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdrhM-AfREE7l1OT6DeBFR48rQZO3Y9J2Iq5anR0N4k4hgp1YnErwJFaCYe1UZfMBfljVRvBtUo2_GnVHbjZTL6S2M1gHlhl05VQGr6G-G2KuoaGjLfW56ubJZ5m338AHWH1AugouxUw/s72-c/IMAG0625.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1489418464876479143</id><published>2011-08-14T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:23:47.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the INSANITY ever end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRdlhBI7D0Vgo5S-PmRtPvtaBwLgbIT4fvjYigH-FscMs_paPhrWhZ1aEYHruW5s3bZBXmBFqHH8Zqwys-eqywPDh7ZOiw0KH11Tm2AVhZZV00kFK9Lsbe6gU_zfz061jrRVZhqPMw4g/s1600/100_3729.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRdlhBI7D0Vgo5S-PmRtPvtaBwLgbIT4fvjYigH-FscMs_paPhrWhZ1aEYHruW5s3bZBXmBFqHH8Zqwys-eqywPDh7ZOiw0KH11Tm2AVhZZV00kFK9Lsbe6gU_zfz061jrRVZhqPMw4g/s200/100_3729.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640809996023953762&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong, motherhood is the most rewarding experience of my life so far.  I love Natalie with everything I have and wouldn&#39;t trade her for anything in the world... possible exception of a Margarita night here and there.  It has now, however, been confirmed for me that my mother might not be anything like a saint, but rather should have been committed to an insane asylum oh, say, 28 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;My mother had me in 1983, when she was 25 years old.  She then continued to have my brother in 1984 and our youngest brother in 1985.  I wonder what in the world she was thinking, and then can only conclude that she wasn&#39;t.  I have been pregnant a majority of the time I&#39;ve been married now, and though I have an almost 2 year old and am 32 weeks pregnant with another, I think I should have been committed, too.  &lt;br /&gt;My husband, on the other hand, deserves a medal of honor.  I cannot imagine being married to a hormonal, tired, cranky, starved wildebeast of a wife that I can sometimes be.  I could blame the babies.  After all, they cannot defend themselves.  It&#39;s the perfect set-up.  &quot;The baby needs chocolate...&quot; &quot;I need to sleep so the baby can grow...&quot; &quot;This baby is sucking the life out of me...&quot;  Even my husband who has never been pregnant knows that&#39;s a line of, well, baby poo.  &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if our predecessors had the right idea, a tinge of whisky on the gums for &quot;teething&quot; (translation: shut up and sleep so I can) and letting the child cry itself to sleep (translation: I can&#39;t handle it anymore and its easier to tune you out.)  I must admit that while the whisky trick is tempting, I&#39;d never do it.  I love Natalie too much to take that risk.  I do, however, let her cry-it-out.  I&#39;m still lazy and use disposable diapers because it is infinitely easier than washing poop out of cloth.  I let her have a cookie sometimes because it is easier than slicing an apple.  I let her sit and watch television just so she will stop running the dog ragged for ten minutes.  And, I blame most of this on her baby sister.  (shhhh, don&#39;t tell anyone.)&lt;br /&gt;Having felt Caitlin&#39;s movements for the past 4-5 months, I&#39;ve developed an attachment to her that I really didn&#39;t get much of with Natalie just because I was so afraid to lose her.  That doesn&#39;t change the fact that I&#39;m beyond ready for her to evacuate the premises.  I will hug her and hold her and feed her and change her, but I want my body back!  So, in the meantime, I&#39;ll use her as an excuse.  I can&#39;t mow the lawn or move the laundry around because it will hurt her...  &lt;br /&gt;Mostly, though, I just can&#39;t wait to meet her.  Even though I know the insanity of two children running wild through my house will make me more tired and possibly less sane, I can&#39;t wait to see them smile and laugh with each other.  Soon, my Natalie will not be the only baby in the house and while part of me is sad for that, I&#39;m excited for her to learn what it means to be a big sister.  She&#39;s going to be amazing and for that, I will sacrifice my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1489418464876479143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-insanity-ever-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1489418464876479143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1489418464876479143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-insanity-ever-end.html' title='Does the INSANITY ever end?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRdlhBI7D0Vgo5S-PmRtPvtaBwLgbIT4fvjYigH-FscMs_paPhrWhZ1aEYHruW5s3bZBXmBFqHH8Zqwys-eqywPDh7ZOiw0KH11Tm2AVhZZV00kFK9Lsbe6gU_zfz061jrRVZhqPMw4g/s72-c/100_3729.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-7307351360882502902</id><published>2011-07-08T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T07:55:55.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1Nwc9L53Q-gSgXlJYOJJXtMFtMmsiutpq_jZtzfhyE5bU5bpMc80H0Swe3FQT_wZex-t2Z9i1Z1rmt-SV_a_RuVskGwG6QrnHJ3Rhn4ju0Kx-OnfVFszvTgHVlb0Me3Yri2Tht_9E7c/s1600/DSCN2276.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1Nwc9L53Q-gSgXlJYOJJXtMFtMmsiutpq_jZtzfhyE5bU5bpMc80H0Swe3FQT_wZex-t2Z9i1Z1rmt-SV_a_RuVskGwG6QrnHJ3Rhn4ju0Kx-OnfVFszvTgHVlb0Me3Yri2Tht_9E7c/s200/DSCN2276.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627202881166161298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many many long months of not writing anything, here I am to say &quot;HOLY COW!!!&quot;  I cannot believe how amazing Natalie is and how fast she grows and changes.  She says so many things now and has even started to show more signs of independence.  She puts on her own shoes, buckles her own carseat and even tries to put my shoes on for me!  I don&#39;t know where the little baby went, but I now have an awesome toddler to chase around.  Even less familiar to me now is energy - six months pregnant with a toddler in the heat of summer wasn&#39;t the best idea I&#39;ve ever had.  Natalie pokes at my belly and says &quot;baby?&quot; quite frequently and with how independent and helpful she is (she helped me make the bed tonight,) I know we will have no problems with her adjusting to being a big sister!  &lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went back to my parents&#39; house for the Fourth of July and (ugh) my 10 year high school reunion.  She was a doll on the road and kept herself entertained really well.  The only snafu we had was a period of about 2 hours when she just screamed and I didn&#39;t figure out until the 2 hours was almost through that all she wanted was her shoes off her feet... Well, live and learn I guess!  &lt;br /&gt;Natalie and her cousin Ze spent a lot of time running through sprinklers, playing in swimming pools, watching a parade and entertaining each other thoroughly!  I was so proud of them both for how well they interacted.  They shared nicely and even shared their mommies!  &lt;br /&gt;I am starting to realize as I wish for the next three months to fly by so I won&#39;t be pregnant anymore, that it means also that I only have three months left of time with just Natalie.  It&#39;s bittersweet because I want to meet this new little one so desperately, but I cherish every second I have with Natalie.  I felt so blessed to have had the entire weekend to just sit back and watch her be herself.  I learned so much about her personality and her strengths and came home even more proud of the little person she is!&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/7307351360882502902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-after-many-many-long-months-of-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/7307351360882502902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/7307351360882502902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-after-many-many-long-months-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1Nwc9L53Q-gSgXlJYOJJXtMFtMmsiutpq_jZtzfhyE5bU5bpMc80H0Swe3FQT_wZex-t2Z9i1Z1rmt-SV_a_RuVskGwG6QrnHJ3Rhn4ju0Kx-OnfVFszvTgHVlb0Me3Yri2Tht_9E7c/s72-c/DSCN2276.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-6900127191367444875</id><published>2011-07-08T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T07:55:55.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGDPV0QvTOpJCBQsV3wwAp8Vg8NzmdLnivQe6mfYgvDhwmdp3Sk6-zuXHo0c9I69kAIrst6pwxuc9_kRrSf5P1ECOo7o1qO8Abcr2Q5i6Em92j-RLwBu_lHlxoVUnQ-3bwud7dHrqJoc/s1600/DSCN2276.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGDPV0QvTOpJCBQsV3wwAp8Vg8NzmdLnivQe6mfYgvDhwmdp3Sk6-zuXHo0c9I69kAIrst6pwxuc9_kRrSf5P1ECOo7o1qO8Abcr2Q5i6Em92j-RLwBu_lHlxoVUnQ-3bwud7dHrqJoc/s200/DSCN2276.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627200494761103698&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many many long months of not writing anything, here I am to say &quot;HOLY COW!!!&quot;  I cannot believe how amazing Natalie is and how fast she grows and changes.  She says so many things now and has even started to show more signs of independence.  She puts on her own shoes, buckles her own carseat and even tries to put my shoes on for me!  I don&#39;t know where the little baby went, but I now have an awesome toddler to chase around.  Even less familiar to me now is energy - six months pregnant with a toddler in the heat of summer wasn&#39;t the best idea I&#39;ve ever had.  Natalie pokes at my belly and says &quot;baby?&quot; quite frequently and with how independent and helpful she is (she helped me make the bed tonight,) I know we will have no problems with her adjusting to being a big sister!  &lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went back to my parents&#39; house for the Fourth of July and (ugh) my 10 year high school reunion.  She was a doll on the road and kept herself entertained really well.  The only snafu we had was a period of about 2 hours when she just screamed and I didn&#39;t figure out until the 2 hours was almost through that all she wanted was her shoes off her feet... Well, live and learn I guess!  &lt;br /&gt;Natalie and her cousin Ze spent a lot of time running through sprinklers, playing in swimming pools, watching a parade and entertaining each other thoroughly!  I was so proud of them both for how well they interacted.  They shared nicely and even shared their mommies!  &lt;br /&gt;I am starting to realize as I wish for the next three months to fly by so I won&#39;t be pregnant anymore, that it means also that I only have three months left of time with just Natalie.  It&#39;s bittersweet because I want to meet this new little one so desperately, but I cherish every second I have with Natalie.  I felt so blessed to have had the entire weekend to just sit back and watch her be herself.  I learned so much about her personality and her strengths and came home even more proud of the little person she is!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/6900127191367444875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/6900127191367444875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/6900127191367444875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGDPV0QvTOpJCBQsV3wwAp8Vg8NzmdLnivQe6mfYgvDhwmdp3Sk6-zuXHo0c9I69kAIrst6pwxuc9_kRrSf5P1ECOo7o1qO8Abcr2Q5i6Em92j-RLwBu_lHlxoVUnQ-3bwud7dHrqJoc/s72-c/DSCN2276.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1563246799188100925</id><published>2011-03-23T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:10:53.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3twbtBog5iAFMoBrI3TGsuTf1SRe0asmxpL-36MMQD9MFm1sIBptWeyZeFrbT3Efax6a0fpz8J8kd1MZDQzV-bVehkyLu2Ks5_0aFkAgv5JAt-whtxe-pgPKNVYNPU8DIMSbTc2ZBp-U/s1600/100_3583.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3twbtBog5iAFMoBrI3TGsuTf1SRe0asmxpL-36MMQD9MFm1sIBptWeyZeFrbT3Efax6a0fpz8J8kd1MZDQzV-bVehkyLu2Ks5_0aFkAgv5JAt-whtxe-pgPKNVYNPU8DIMSbTc2ZBp-U/s200/100_3583.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587399747838291474&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my sweet, sweet girl.  She is so helpful around the house these days and it is going to become so important that she know how to help.  We are expecting another baby this October, two days before Natalie turns two years old!  She already seems to know that things are changing - she talks to my belly and I&#39;m not really even showing yet!  It amazes me how thoughtful she is...&lt;br /&gt;Natalie can now take her diaper to the trash, dishes to the sink and she can tell us what she wants to eat, even if it&#39;s only nodding her head for &quot;yes&quot; or throwing her arms around and shouting &quot;NO!&quot;  I feel bad that I don&#39;t write more for her right now, but I am so busy with school and work and spending valuable time with her that I forget that some day she might want some record of our early years together!  There really is something magical about the time we have together.  &lt;br /&gt;My little girl is not so little anymore either.  She is now in a converted crib - one side is gone so she can climb in and out on her own!  She opens her door in the morning and comes into our room to wake us up (on the rare occasion that we pretend we can sleep in.)  The little chubby rolls on her thighs that were so sweet and ticklish are almost gone - her legs and arms are looking more like toddler than infant, which makes sense as she wears off the baby fat by running everywhere and climing on literally everything she can!  I am wondering how on earth I will keep up with two of these beautiful rugrats, but Natalie can do so much for herself right now that I am not worried.  I know that Natalie will bring diapers to me, or bottles for the baby.  She will be able to help with simple things - and she will love this new baby so much, too!  &lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see what happens when Natalie becomes a big sister!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1563246799188100925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-my-sweet-sweet-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1563246799188100925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1563246799188100925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-my-sweet-sweet-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3twbtBog5iAFMoBrI3TGsuTf1SRe0asmxpL-36MMQD9MFm1sIBptWeyZeFrbT3Efax6a0fpz8J8kd1MZDQzV-bVehkyLu2Ks5_0aFkAgv5JAt-whtxe-pgPKNVYNPU8DIMSbTc2ZBp-U/s72-c/100_3583.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1364209051248809131</id><published>2010-11-22T12:49:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:05:06.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the first snow of the year, finally! More notably, however, it is Natalie&#39;s first real snow - the first that she noticed there were little white flakes falling from the sky. So, of course, in proper childish fashion, we bundled up at 10pm to go play in the snow! She loved it! A fairy princess, or rather a pink marshmallow, Natalie was so beautiful standing in the snow, in the light from the house, flakes falling gently around her. At first, she was apprehensive, she didn&#39;t know what it was. After a few handfuls thrown her way, however, she started to get the idea! She truly is my snow-baby! I can&#39;t believe it&#39;s already Christmas time again - though Thanksgiving is this Thursday, that is close enough for me! I put up the tree, garland, some lights and our stockings (which I claim to be because that wall was so bare I couldn&#39;t stand it anymore, but we all know that isn&#39;t true!) I am ready to start baking and wrapping more presents, and showing all of my favorite Christmas movies to Natalie. I&#39;m ready to indoctrinate her with the happiness of Christmas as a child, and hoping to re-gain some of the joy for myself as well. This will be our third Christmas without Charlotte and while I&#39;m still saddened by that, it finally feels like we are ready to truly celebrate again. Natalie has brought more joy into this house than she will ever fully realize and it&#39;s only at Christmas time that I can even begin to match that joy for her! So, I say, let it begin! Let the joy from the Christmas spirit reach out to all of us and guide us through the rest of this year and into the next. Let the faith of the masses show us that no matter what we believe, that is all we must do: Believe. Let the beauty of childhood remind us that we are all still children at heart - that there is nothing more precious than the innocence of a child. Let us all know that there is good in the world, far more than the bad and even greater than we imagine. And most of all, let us simply do what we were born to do: Love. Natalie sure is good at teaching me to be more thankful!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1364209051248809131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-first-snow-of-year-finally-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1364209051248809131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1364209051248809131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-first-snow-of-year-finally-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-8906588539201437340</id><published>2010-10-25T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:14:38.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; 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border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-redrose&quot; alt=&quot;Red rose&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwidoFy1mNiA3asV7tM5TrGxKPwIkqU6B-MrKuMNyucaHY0hbndjz-ef8cXFG_C5Y0HVwVYks2-XriI2kfi7Rv7zdtOz_U-zqnkKCztdeDCXmpR22TOLdSOzDlwoF1MLTOcIXTbQbtDU/?imgmax=800&quot;&gt;Wow, a year already… It seems like time flies by faster with each moment, I am almost afraid to sleep, worried that tomorrow Natalie will be 18 and moving out of the house.&amp;nbsp; She amazes me and humbles me in so many ways!&amp;nbsp; Tonight, we were having dinner with some friends she hadn’t met before and she was so in love with them!&amp;nbsp; Of course, they were in love with her, too, but it was amazing to see how she can tell which people are good souls and which ones aren’t.&amp;nbsp; There have been people she has met along the way who she wants nothing to do with, while others are her favorite people instantly!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She walks like a mad-woman now, scurrying along past tables, chairs, the dog… she knows how to go up and down a single stair (since we only have one in our house…) and when she falls down, she knows to pick herself back up and walk some more!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, when I left the house, my darling girl gave me puckered kisses and said “bah bah” as I walked out the door.&amp;nbsp; It broke my heart with joy to hear her as she learns to talk.&amp;nbsp; I swear, the other day she even said “I love you”&amp;nbsp; She knows what she wants and how to get it now, even knows how to pull off her pajama bottoms so we can change her diaper!&amp;nbsp; She is a clever little monkey and climbs on EVERYTHING!!!&amp;nbsp; I think we will have to put locks on the top cabinets, she will be able to reach them magically soon enough!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you so much, my sweet Natalie Rose… I hope that every birthday is as special as this first one was – and that every year brings more joy to your life as you have already done for us!&lt;img style=&quot;border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none&quot; class=&quot;wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-birthdaycake&quot; alt=&quot;Birthday cake&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWP5cDSVdswt-I8d5CmAty2EhYhTEq8Oi4seKGTREjcbQ1sAWWcOa_HRetwmsAuwGUL3oGqKdYSXJKetsUPjXKCaNfz3tFxse89yn86mJvX1Iu6BqJzrm5rnbQfkM0LfQfdb11APXPBs/?imgmax=800&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/406605673384363581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-lovey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/406605673384363581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/406605673384363581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-lovey.html' title='Happy Birthday, Lovey!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwidoFy1mNiA3asV7tM5TrGxKPwIkqU6B-MrKuMNyucaHY0hbndjz-ef8cXFG_C5Y0HVwVYks2-XriI2kfi7Rv7zdtOz_U-zqnkKCztdeDCXmpR22TOLdSOzDlwoF1MLTOcIXTbQbtDU/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1173235174557374223</id><published>2010-10-15T00:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:24:48.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Belly Buttons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecEGfXkn7XURpZX7KZRFw9fZOYmK595WZ0mQ7JlMeXxBfpxx3LyoPAdz_q7pD_HUUpez6StVo5Acw6p1KbEG2NOBd9DKnRXbuAwOedc7c7qF3ussAS8423QbodfZfUw4zYibCQfCqEO8/s1600/p11543ta102730_23_2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecEGfXkn7XURpZX7KZRFw9fZOYmK595WZ0mQ7JlMeXxBfpxx3LyoPAdz_q7pD_HUUpez6StVo5Acw6p1KbEG2NOBd9DKnRXbuAwOedc7c7qF3ussAS8423QbodfZfUw4zYibCQfCqEO8/s200/p11543ta102730_23_2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528154839246499074&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is finally 1 year old!  This previous Sunday, a group of us gathered to celebrate the life that exists in this beautiful creature who, only a short while ago, did not exist.  Her beauty, strength, intelligence and sense of humor only grow exponentially with each day and as we sat around watching her interact with the people around her, we noticed that she really is just a tiny human being.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, she did nothing but eat, sleep, poop... now, she eats solid foods, sleeps through the night and tells us when her diaper is full.  She plays peek-a-boo with blankets, or by holding her hands over her eyes.  She loves to hold on to a blanket or stuffed animal.  She gives kisses, hugs, smiles.  She is even beginning to walk.  The tiny person we thought was so fragile this time a year ago is now a strong, opinionated little girl with a beautiful personality and the brains to make us feel like maybe we won&#39;t be smart enough for her.  She learns so fast, we had no idea.  She is even learning parts of her body.  She can point to her nose and, she can lift her shirt to show us her belly button!  She has no idea that one year ago, her belly button still had bits of umbilical cord attached to it.  She doesn&#39;t know yet that that cord is with her older sister, binding them through love they could not even begin to imagine.  As my world gets more complicated with school and a toddler, it gets more amazing with every new step she takes, every new set of words, even the expressions on her face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is starting to hold on conversations and, while we don&#39;t hear clear words, we are starting to hear the beginnings of words: &quot;puhpuh&quot; for puppy, &quot;dada&quot; for dad, &quot;mama&quot; for mom, &quot;see&quot; for sleep, and as her &quot;l&quot; sounds get more pronounced, we are just waiting for the first time she says &quot;I love you.&quot;  She certainly hears it often enough, it would be a likely first phrase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her party was a huge success, like everything she has tackled so far!  She loves to eat pickles, bananas, lemons and even jalapeno cheddar bratwurst.  When she falls down, she laughs and gets back up.  She problem solves and finds solutions to things we didn&#39;t even think of.  Not only is she learning new things every day, but so are we!  It&#39;s hard to realize that this is only the first small step in the wonder that is Natalie.  We&#39;ve been through so much the past 2 years that it&#39;s impossible to imagine what the world would be like without her.  We are so blessed, so loved and so excited to see what is next!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1173235174557374223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays-and-belly-buttons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1173235174557374223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1173235174557374223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays-and-belly-buttons.html' title='Birthdays and Belly Buttons'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecEGfXkn7XURpZX7KZRFw9fZOYmK595WZ0mQ7JlMeXxBfpxx3LyoPAdz_q7pD_HUUpez6StVo5Acw6p1KbEG2NOBd9DKnRXbuAwOedc7c7qF3ussAS8423QbodfZfUw4zYibCQfCqEO8/s72-c/p11543ta102730_23_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-3425715763479112822</id><published>2010-08-22T18:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:28:23.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New milestones, new challenges</title><content type='html'>As Natalie gets older, it gets harder and harder to figure out a daily routine that doesn&#39;t involve constant and diligent surveillance. She crawls, pulls herself up and walks around the coffee table. She moves the things that block her from danger - the stroller that blocks the kitchen, the jumperoo that blocks the plug. She loves to unplug the television set. Natalie climbs on Yuki like she is a staircase. She pulls clothes out of the hamper and throws them across the room and toys are constantly in and out of the basket. In short, life is not the same as it was before. While this sounds like a bittersweet concept, it is, in fact, wonderful! She makes me wake up early and go to bed before midnight and she reminds me why I struggle through work and classes every year. I do it because I love her and she makes me want to be a stronger person than I even thought possible. Natalie is my wonderful, amazing, beautiful daughter and as she stands before me, chewing on the coffee table, or the occasional biting of my big toe with her two new teeth, she reminds me that even though there are things in life that present challenges to us, we must welcome them with grace and honor. Natalie does this when she falls on the ground, when she bumps her head, when she has to wait just a little while longer for a clean diaper or lunch because we are driving the 20 minutes home from daycare. Natalie makes friends so easily right now and I hope it stays that way for her forever. Young kids love her and older kids want to protect and teach her and she greets them with the funniest, enormous almost-toothless grin! She loves spaghetti and olives, but I think of all the things she loves, her Daddy is at the top of her list. I have to say, she&#39;s got pretty good radar about who she can and cannot trust... and I&#39;m so glad to see that her Daddy is so good with her as well. He is so strong and patient with her, the new things she presents to us are greeted with a welcoming smile and a hearty laugh. We know we can count on him to make her laugh in any situation...though she&#39;s so good natured, she&#39;s usually a step ahead of us!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/3425715763479112822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-milestones-new-challenges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/3425715763479112822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/3425715763479112822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-milestones-new-challenges.html' title='New milestones, new challenges'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-2899540619910624621</id><published>2010-06-26T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:29:48.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So begins the insanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEh_2WjMbQglDCwj7sau4a0MZxa6fNvIRKCNncJDglJ-xAdM8at87WQp2RFUTBloXgOmXcy8PsKP-EXHh1Ch5ARmynNWecWW-3qQh7ZFOREJwf5OAnlIPLwx6mYGF9JBFW59PUpY5fjs/s1600/100_2628.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEh_2WjMbQglDCwj7sau4a0MZxa6fNvIRKCNncJDglJ-xAdM8at87WQp2RFUTBloXgOmXcy8PsKP-EXHh1Ch5ARmynNWecWW-3qQh7ZFOREJwf5OAnlIPLwx6mYGF9JBFW59PUpY5fjs/s200/100_2628.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487321352787029266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie can now pull herself up and crawl... we discovered how bad this actually can be the other day when she decided that her favorite thing to do is crawl over and play with the dog&#39;s water. She gets bigger and stronger and more beautiful every day, but along with that, more mischevious. She knows EXACTLY what she wants and what she has to do to get it. We are in for trouble, that&#39;s for sure!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2899540619910624621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-begins-insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2899540619910624621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2899540619910624621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-begins-insanity.html' title='So begins the insanity!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEh_2WjMbQglDCwj7sau4a0MZxa6fNvIRKCNncJDglJ-xAdM8at87WQp2RFUTBloXgOmXcy8PsKP-EXHh1Ch5ARmynNWecWW-3qQh7ZFOREJwf5OAnlIPLwx6mYGF9JBFW59PUpY5fjs/s72-c/100_2628.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-6551659514485388143</id><published>2010-06-02T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:49:10.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Themes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI06e_Sat04lvIggc_oJ9ilicLVc0U_QtvGq2cnC7lbty9-AZJmb2ncRWFidvoMUJq6KF4rd18ZLxSIvLCsxy0cttcGVxeFPt51y0VYW9_Z7H5rG4FTnDY12IS_QE-ewCwi4n4h_vSBAI/s1600/100_2400.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI06e_Sat04lvIggc_oJ9ilicLVc0U_QtvGq2cnC7lbty9-AZJmb2ncRWFidvoMUJq6KF4rd18ZLxSIvLCsxy0cttcGVxeFPt51y0VYW9_Z7H5rG4FTnDY12IS_QE-ewCwi4n4h_vSBAI/s200/100_2400.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478327590542011954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4OdczOD7zFnbsMXtwyvzpMoj82CmHCTo8Oh82HpXN4PUrdrowH3IeHRj7ro0DC50lyk_1O-0TU-ysPzYfgbcTXgDEWAHv7z3v5D21jE7EEixSQn7d4NEnYfiPO540Rnc_M_396guRQg/s1600/100_2388.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4OdczOD7zFnbsMXtwyvzpMoj82CmHCTo8Oh82HpXN4PUrdrowH3IeHRj7ro0DC50lyk_1O-0TU-ysPzYfgbcTXgDEWAHv7z3v5D21jE7EEixSQn7d4NEnYfiPO540Rnc_M_396guRQg/s200/100_2388.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478327578854640370&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfpTgzJifq_pxMFAHPmKw4L06hIOjmSMPUd1Fhk7_kV1LihOvdYCbD3SNY_sDRGP2XME95N86i4VdmpVzW7bz0mJbVcGIOZ3w3fA2JJhFCGIrNm_fK7IRSXmncfidI08yKflasrpdjqQ/s1600/100_2342.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfpTgzJifq_pxMFAHPmKw4L06hIOjmSMPUd1Fhk7_kV1LihOvdYCbD3SNY_sDRGP2XME95N86i4VdmpVzW7bz0mJbVcGIOZ3w3fA2JJhFCGIrNm_fK7IRSXmncfidI08yKflasrpdjqQ/s200/100_2342.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478326952127320562&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m going to steal an idea from some other blogs and start incorporating themes... Today we&#39;ll start with Wordless Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKq_RCGjDd5EGMK4D4r44RkfygdTIDRAGg3NESy0mao4q917wph3Y4WRtGKhyphenhyphenhEAlRcjI8tvFLuGTXuiGy7FHR_-6arVChyGYOzauhUXrXbyo4pFIJSOPGNJ_EznfKsfesJZpFbZCso0/s1600/100_2312.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKq_RCGjDd5EGMK4D4r44RkfygdTIDRAGg3NESy0mao4q917wph3Y4WRtGKhyphenhyphenhEAlRcjI8tvFLuGTXuiGy7FHR_-6arVChyGYOzauhUXrXbyo4pFIJSOPGNJ_EznfKsfesJZpFbZCso0/s200/100_2312.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478326586498208754&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/6551659514485388143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/themes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/6551659514485388143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/6551659514485388143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/themes.html' title='Themes...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI06e_Sat04lvIggc_oJ9ilicLVc0U_QtvGq2cnC7lbty9-AZJmb2ncRWFidvoMUJq6KF4rd18ZLxSIvLCsxy0cttcGVxeFPt51y0VYW9_Z7H5rG4FTnDY12IS_QE-ewCwi4n4h_vSBAI/s72-c/100_2400.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-945829589342033513</id><published>2010-06-02T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:09:00.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really my baby?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;OBJECT id=BLOG_video-6b76f75a68273cd class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId=&quot;6b76f75a68273cd&quot;&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months old next week and eager as ever to be a &quot;big girl,&quot; Natalie is growing faster than I could have ever imagined! She can reach into her toy box for specific toys. She is trying like crazy to pull herself up on the coffee table... she is trying to CRAWL!!! What in the world happened to that tiny little baby who couldn&#39;t hold her own bottle, didn&#39;t know how to roll over, had to have me do everything for her? She&#39;s growing up. Independence is one of Natalie&#39;s strongest characteristics. She loves to cuddle sometimes, but for the most part, she wants to do things herself. She enjoys sitting on the floor and playing with her toys. She talks to herself and the dog. As I write, she pulls the toy basket across the floor so she can better access the steering wheel toy that she&#39;s been trying to get to for 5 minutes. She figured it out. We&#39;re entering the stage of toys being pulled out simply because she CAN. Even the basket is a toy, perhaps it is the best one of all! I am amazed at the softness of her skin and the brightness of her eyes, the intelligence she&#39;s displaying at every turn.  The thought processes she&#39;s so obviously using now apparent in her actions - my little girl is not so little anymore.  She has big dreams, even if for right now that limits her to trying to EAT the toy basket.  For now, I&#39;m satisfied with that as her goals.  &lt;br /&gt;I love watching her try to figure out the basket and how its movements are caused by what she does... she pulls it forward and the handle bumps her head!  &lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are scattered now, as it has been a long time since I&#39;ve written anything - more hours at work and much more time needing to keep a close watch on my darling Natalie lead to exhaustion and I find that that my mind is a bit muddled... All I know for certain is that the love I have for her grows exponentially every day.  I wonder if my heart can grow large enough to handle it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/945829589342033513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-really-my-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/945829589342033513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/945829589342033513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-this-really-my-baby.html' title='Is this really my baby?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-1988258049264034732</id><published>2010-04-28T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:38:57.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>@what.com?</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve spent the past few hours wandering the Web 2.0 and trying to figure out a few of the tools that are being extended to today&#39;s youth.  My favorite so far is www.magnoto.com where I have a site now that I can link to my blog, twitter, facebook, etc. etc. There is no way now that people can lose track of me.  I can tweet updates about me, Natalie, life, anything I can cram into 140 characters, which is very cool AND very terrifying.  Do I really want the world to know this much about me? Well, I DO have a blog or two...(www.womanrunningwithwolves.blogspot.com) I wonder how different things are going to be for Natalie as she grows up.  Will I be able to keep up with all these changes?  I discovered yesterday that the search engine Google is even cooler than I realized, but for now, I&#39;m perfectly content to have Natalie playing with toys that she can stick in her mouth and not have to worry about frying the hard drive or drooling on the motherboard.  There are no circuits in a teething ring or a play mat.  I like the simplicity of motherhood right now, but I figured I probably better be familiar with the new web before I am so far behind I hardly know anything at all!  So, back to work, there&#39;s homework to be done and tweets to tweet before bedtime!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/1988258049264034732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1988258049264034732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/1988258049264034732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatcom.html' title='@what.com?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-2044009953566539240</id><published>2010-04-04T18:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:45:20.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KjiuiSkDXAMGxI6TCZk3wNoA6ueuEKOzmo1js6PK2ZSrIzGKHMwJK8I_-Cvsaf2evuj3sNwvxWNbyugK94Ro2d3SaTapn_9HwdX9KICK2DYMUuwlI0XuAtUXG7NrG2XnRdBsxBj47SE/s1600/100_1903.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KjiuiSkDXAMGxI6TCZk3wNoA6ueuEKOzmo1js6PK2ZSrIzGKHMwJK8I_-Cvsaf2evuj3sNwvxWNbyugK94Ro2d3SaTapn_9HwdX9KICK2DYMUuwlI0XuAtUXG7NrG2XnRdBsxBj47SE/s200/100_1903.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463526290040578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the couch on this Easter Sunday with my beautiful baby girl beside me sleeping peacefully.  She fought this nap, much like every other, so I decided to make use of the laptop and YouTube.  I searched for a song which has meant the world to me for many years, so much that I walked down the aisle as it played. Johann Pachelbel&#39;s Canon in D Major.  &lt;br /&gt;When I was in second grade, they employed a method called Silent Sustained Reading (SSR) in order to encourage us to read more.  My teacher always turned down the lights and played Pachelbel&#39;s Canon.  This song always calmed down our class no matter how energetic we wre that day.  Peaceful, beautiful, serene, awe-inspiring.  Much like my beautiful daughter sleeping in her pillow, not a care in the world.  This sweet serenity reminds me of the hope and joy that comes from music.  As a second song, I found Beethoven&#39;s Moonlight Sonata, which holds more bittersweet memories for me.  I first heard it when I was in fifth grade, as I waited with my Aunt Kathy and my mom in the lobby of the Hospice where my Grandma lived, only days before she passed away.  I can still see my aunt sitting in front of that black Grand Piano, so much emotion and beauty in her playing, as we all recognized that this would be one of the last times we would ever see my Grandma, a woman who&#39;s name has been passed down to Natalie.  Rose.  I even sometimes want to call Natalie &quot;Rosie&quot; because she resembles my beautiful Grandmother in so many ways.  She has the same reddish hair, the same unfortunate jowels that have been passed down through my mother and me, the same love of life and addictive giggle.  A woman who showed me early on that it was okay to be different, it was okay to be sick AND happy, a woman who should by all medical reasoning have died twenty years sooner than she did, my Grandma lives on in my mother, my daughter and me...&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a search for lullabies led me to one of the most beautiful voices I&#39;ve ever heard.  Andrea Bocelli.  &quot;Con Te Partiro (Time to Say Goodbye)&quot; is one of my favorite love songs of all time, sung in beautiful Italian by a man who cannot see, but has decided that life is too wonderful to pity oneself and instead has had an illustrious career that is not over.  The song I found, however, was from Sesame Street.  Andrea Bocelli and Elmo&#39;s Lullaby.  In a strangely angelic adaptation, Elmo is refusing to go to bed, while Bocelli sings &quot;Time to Say Goodnight.&quot;  I highly recommend searching for this video.  &lt;br /&gt;While Pachelbel&#39;s Canon was ultimately what put my dear angel to sleep, I was thankful to have a few moments to enjoy the other songs as well.  My sweet, wonderful, bewitching daughter steals my heart every time she looks at me and smiles, every time she sleeps, every time she breathes.  It was nice to remember some of the things that got me to where I am today, and know that these things will get her through as well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2044009953566539240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/04/childhood-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2044009953566539240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2044009953566539240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/04/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KjiuiSkDXAMGxI6TCZk3wNoA6ueuEKOzmo1js6PK2ZSrIzGKHMwJK8I_-Cvsaf2evuj3sNwvxWNbyugK94Ro2d3SaTapn_9HwdX9KICK2DYMUuwlI0XuAtUXG7NrG2XnRdBsxBj47SE/s72-c/100_1903.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-4444471948468323128</id><published>2010-03-30T21:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:44:04.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That&#39;s Pink?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlswrNEgmRL5c4VxmlUDdEkjCxhZ4gPYShVW59TNebdQr_kRylPVNJEIpJsSeKGM3WjcQK1hQ5LQ-eU-9H__7EuAXApo6Eo6LzpmYTSzC90goDYP2UGN_EJHdet1HvbKLKAkWoRGNikkE/s1600/100_1773.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlswrNEgmRL5c4VxmlUDdEkjCxhZ4gPYShVW59TNebdQr_kRylPVNJEIpJsSeKGM3WjcQK1hQ5LQ-eU-9H__7EuAXApo6Eo6LzpmYTSzC90goDYP2UGN_EJHdet1HvbKLKAkWoRGNikkE/s200/100_1773.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454638579050178242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it was that coined the term &quot;pink eye&quot; apparently never had it.  Pink isn&#39;t even an option past the first 24 hours.  More like icky, red, swollen gooeyness of doom.  That makes a lot more sense to me.  Thanks to this Gook of Death, I&#39;ve had a tiny taste of what it may have been like to be a single mother.  Although, most single mothers do not have a sweet, loving husband lying pathetically on the couch whining about how miserable his eyes are and how he hates not being able to help with the baby.  That part is significantly different!&lt;br /&gt;For now, Natalie and I still have blue eyes instead of pink ones, but who knows how that will turn out.  My dear sweet husband suffers instead, alone in his Gookyness while Natalie and I look on, wishing we could do something to help.  My solution for the time being has included picking up twice as many shifts at work to make up for the 2 days of work he&#39;s missing, while trying to maintain the good grades I&#39;ve had all semester.  So far it is working, but the fact that my own eyelids are drooping on the floor from exhaustion may cause the weekend to be less of a catch-up-on-sleep and more of an &quot;OHMYGODI&#39;MSOTIREDICAN&#39;TSEEANYMORE!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;Natalie is sleeping soundly now, which is wonderful considering that it is only 9:30 and she woke me up at 5:00 this morning for some breakfast.  I better join her in slumber-land so that when she wakes up at 5:00 again, I&#39;ll be ready for her!  And tomorrow, I think I may just rearrange my closet to hide anything that resembles the color pink.  Yeah, that should do it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/4444471948468323128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/4444471948468323128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/4444471948468323128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-pink.html' title='That&#39;s Pink?!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlswrNEgmRL5c4VxmlUDdEkjCxhZ4gPYShVW59TNebdQr_kRylPVNJEIpJsSeKGM3WjcQK1hQ5LQ-eU-9H__7EuAXApo6Eo6LzpmYTSzC90goDYP2UGN_EJHdet1HvbKLKAkWoRGNikkE/s72-c/100_1773.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-797040048148005049</id><published>2010-03-27T18:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:53:18.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk in the park</title><content type='html'>Natalie and I took our first spring walk today!  It was 43 degrees and sunny outside, but the wind was blowing a little bit, so we bundled up and headed out the door.  We went to the park in our neighborhood and as we approached, I watched another few families playing with their children at the playground.  I was so excited for Natalie&#39;s first trip to the park!  She seemed to really like the trees and had a smile on her face the whole walk.  We went over to the swings and Natalie had her first experience with a &quot;big girl&quot; swing!  Back and forth, back and forth, we bonded over a breezy swing, which was a totally different experience than our usual swing time.  The $100 swing at home that we purchased specifically for her enjoyment seems to be more like a punishment at times.  She will enjoy it for a little while, but she would rather be less restricted.  Perhaps that is why she enjoyed the big swing, even though she was strapped to my chest!  We had more mobility and she could make eye contact without having to strain her neck!  We had a fantastic afternoon and now I have to rescue her from this jungle swing.  She has grown bored with the indoor swinging!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/797040048148005049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/walk-in-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/797040048148005049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/797040048148005049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/walk-in-park.html' title='A walk in the park'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435753066468991528.post-2804614281100388380</id><published>2010-03-14T11:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:24:15.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn&#39;t Get Any Better Than This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9fVKxMx8YLL-B3X3sA8nW15MvdOznSFUrjHRfiwSQvpNFphBOiPQGofMpA6yXjKSt_ohOjIy2YIV2YNNDF7K24LRH6k2hXxWF1oiWkZs9cjSMq2BeZ9EWtxjfynQKnDO_xPIZTNpngA/s1600-h/0213001619%5B1%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9fVKxMx8YLL-B3X3sA8nW15MvdOznSFUrjHRfiwSQvpNFphBOiPQGofMpA6yXjKSt_ohOjIy2YIV2YNNDF7K24LRH6k2hXxWF1oiWkZs9cjSMq2BeZ9EWtxjfynQKnDO_xPIZTNpngA/s200/0213001619%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448539595149136082&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here on a Sunday morning, the time has changed for Daylight Savings and it&#39;s supposed to be earlier than it actually is by an hour and I am dreading getting up for work tomorrow morning.  But all that aside, sitting next to me is my wonderful husband with a beautiful sleeping baby in his arms.  Milk runs down her chin because she fell asleep while eating.  The shimmering goo on her face makes me smile - it reminds me that there are few things in life as precious as this exact moment.  It doesn&#39;t matter what time it is - it doesn&#39;t matter what I&#39;ll be doing tomorrow or next week or next year.  What matters is this beautiful creature with us right now.  She is learning more and more every day.  She starts to scoot backwards and is lifting her knees toward her chest more easily.  I think she will crawl soon, but I&#39;m enjoying the little things she&#39;s doing now!  She grabs toys more easily, she&#39;s able to maniplate her hands to get things into her mouth now (which scares me, too!) and she is only 5 months old and wearing 12 month tops!  All of these things change and grow daily and it is so exciting!  I am so lucky to be her mom!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/feeds/2804614281100388380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-doesnt-get-any-better-than-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2804614281100388380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6435753066468991528/posts/default/2804614281100388380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenitsnowscharlotte.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-doesnt-get-any-better-than-this.html' title='It Doesn&#39;t Get Any Better Than This!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK9fVKxMx8YLL-B3X3sA8nW15MvdOznSFUrjHRfiwSQvpNFphBOiPQGofMpA6yXjKSt_ohOjIy2YIV2YNNDF7K24LRH6k2hXxWF1oiWkZs9cjSMq2BeZ9EWtxjfynQKnDO_xPIZTNpngA/s72-c/0213001619%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>