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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T22:17:27.549-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDiDOOA0oo/TVTUDGDV-TI/AAAAAAAAB-0/gp7qDHNe3_k/s72-c/Caitlin+%2526+kid.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Is She For Real?!</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-she-for-real.html</link><category>pictures</category><category>Caitlin</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 00:41:04 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-2290750914046685895</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I caught running through my house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEdTKmPLZ2Y/TVOizs653fI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ZTKvNfANq-0/s1600/Caitlin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEdTKmPLZ2Y/TVOizs653fI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ZTKvNfANq-0/s1600/Caitlin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And soo proud she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Prgd2EVtB8/TVOizH-lMII/AAAAAAAAB-c/_orBjbX0pFk/s1600/caitlin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Prgd2EVtB8/TVOizH-lMII/AAAAAAAAB-c/_orBjbX0pFk/s1600/caitlin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You could smell the toothpaste before you saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ZWGJOyTaw/TVOi0c8djQI/AAAAAAAAB-k/jsQlc85yd3s/s1600/Caitlin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3ZWGJOyTaw/TVOi0c8djQI/AAAAAAAAB-k/jsQlc85yd3s/s1600/Caitlin3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may need back up watching this girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgmS9bCZG-8/TVOi1BscfyI/AAAAAAAAB-o/_JgNib4ZY9Y/s1600/Caitlin4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgmS9bCZG-8/TVOi1BscfyI/AAAAAAAAB-o/_JgNib4ZY9Y/s1600/Caitlin4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How beautiful this isn't.&amp;nbsp; How can put a huge glob on toothpaste be fun?&amp;nbsp; I swear this little girl gives me more gray hairs than all her brothers put together!&amp;nbsp; As I was chasing her around the house I could swear that Benny Hill song was playing.&amp;nbsp; Chasing a naked 4 year old covered in toothpaste...&amp;nbsp; now I have cabinets, carpet and walls with toothpaste! OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-2290750914046685895?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T00:41:04.666-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEdTKmPLZ2Y/TVOizs653fI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ZTKvNfANq-0/s72-c/Caitlin2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Caitlin's Fit</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2011/01/caitlins-fit.html</link><category>video</category><category>tantrum</category><category>Caitlin</category><category>Kids</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 16:39:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-3509697746749240002</guid><description>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mmf3veDeaQA" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-3509697746749240002?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T11:26:17.534-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/WTrSFnoTT6Y/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Pft! Kids! They'll Believe Anything!</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2010/06/pft-kids-theyll-believe-anything.html</link><category>Sex</category><category>Kids</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 13:40:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-5637102306605878528</guid><description>We all know kids somehow always seem to say the darndest.  We we watching Nick At Nite© together, and a commercial popped up for a teen show.  It was for That 70's Show.The two guys were in the basement and one of them said he and his girlfriend "did it".&amp;nbsp; They were of course happy and excited for it......&amp;nbsp; Well my kid says, "wow what they'd do?" I say, "huh, what do you mean?"&amp;nbsp; And my kid goes, "why are they so happy? What they'd do?"&amp;nbsp; { long pause} Scrambling for the age appropriate explanation...... I was all ready to say "well honey, Their teens and their dating and they probably had their first ...ok I lost thoughts on anything and everything I could or really wanted to say.&amp;nbsp; I'm not ready for this conversation with my 10yr old....&amp;nbsp; So I caved and simply said "Homework, they did their homework together."&amp;nbsp; And my kid says, " Ugh I don't think Ill ever be that happy to do my homework.&amp;nbsp; Even if its with a girl!" I can't dodge these bullets for ever, but boy am I glad I dodged this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-5637102306605878528?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S4d8IRnIk1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/g1heXO5KASg/s1600-h/image_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S4d8IRnIk1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/g1heXO5KASg/s320/image_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's Wyatt my little 5 year old showing his little sister Caitlin who's just 3 how to read..... Aren't they just sweet.♥♥♥&amp;nbsp; She sat in the desk opened up a book and asked what it said.&amp;nbsp; Wyatt walked over and just like I do for him he pointed at each letter and made the letter sound and put the word together for her.&amp;nbsp; I love it when they show me they're learning.&amp;nbsp; Because honestly half the time I have no clue what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; Home school for me sometimes is just throwing bologna at the wall praying one sticks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Reading that article made me realized wow people can read this.&amp;nbsp; It still amazes me I'm not the only one reading this!&amp;nbsp; But I think that's good.&amp;nbsp; Could you imagine if you sat back and thought as you were writing a post...wellllll&amp;nbsp; I'm not the only one reading this.&amp;nbsp; If you went into every post thinking others would read it.&amp;nbsp; I know I probably wouldn't post half the stuff I have!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then your blog wouldn't be all you.&amp;nbsp; When you write with the mind set of "others will be reading" you could become hindered, self conscious, doubty, even exaggerated. ...Totally ruining why you started blogging to begin with.....Or maybe that would be just me.&amp;nbsp; I hardly edit myself, or re-read posts for that reason.&amp;nbsp; (That and I'd realize maybe I am bi-polar) I want to get out what ever it is and let it go.&amp;nbsp; I vent more on my &lt;a href="http://www.chickenista.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; though than here.&amp;nbsp; This one here is mainly sweet pie moments.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-8725148949071828983?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-18T01:26:41.794-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Digital Scrapbooking</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2010/02/digital-scrapbooking.html</link><category>Digital Scrapbooking</category><category>pictures</category><category>Kids</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 01:14:02 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-2550473395964525643</guid><description>I love taking the memories of the kids and putting them into what I call "scrapbooks"&amp;nbsp; I'm so not scrapbookie.&amp;nbsp; I'm crafty and artsy, but when it comes to scrapbooking....&amp;nbsp; Its just not there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Examples:&amp;nbsp; (*You'll have to click on them to get a better view*)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrLTLfxBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YiYsO2cq0vs/s1600-h/IMG00404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrLTLfxBI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YiYsO2cq0vs/s200/IMG00404.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrNYaU9NI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ad36lVUi1T8/s1600-h/IMG00405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrNYaU9NI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ad36lVUi1T8/s200/IMG00405.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrPKrc8aI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FCsngFi8ewU/s1600-h/IMG00406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrPKrc8aI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FCsngFi8ewU/s200/IMG00406.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrRL6ejVI/AAAAAAAAAog/mMCQTaEgTzs/s1600-h/IMG00408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrRL6ejVI/AAAAAAAAAog/mMCQTaEgTzs/s200/IMG00408.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrTBa0DEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/66rRTIDs9no/s1600-h/IMG00409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrTBa0DEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/66rRTIDs9no/s200/IMG00409.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrVb5n6gI/AAAAAAAAAow/VtRocHlKMQA/s1600-h/IMG00410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrVb5n6gI/AAAAAAAAAow/VtRocHlKMQA/s200/IMG00410.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrXRDr2TI/AAAAAAAAAo4/2CCSsCZa1o8/s1600-h/IMG00411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrXRDr2TI/AAAAAAAAAo4/2CCSsCZa1o8/s200/IMG00411.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrZqThLBI/AAAAAAAAApA/RLclZbzMW74/s1600-h/IMG00412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3ZrZqThLBI/AAAAAAAAApA/RLclZbzMW74/s200/IMG00412.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3Zrbjlq1qI/AAAAAAAAApI/FPv2thnE-ZI/s1600-h/IMG00413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S3Zrbjlq1qI/AAAAAAAAApI/FPv2thnE-ZI/s200/IMG00413.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had tons of fun making them but...&amp;nbsp; Their not as pretty as I'd like them to be.&amp;nbsp; I found tons of digital scrapbooking websites and wow!!&amp;nbsp; I have been missing out. This blog and my other &lt;a href="http://chickenista.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; were made from digital scrapbooking sites!!&amp;nbsp; I know, you can get carried away there.I haven't spent a dime on any web design.&amp;nbsp; Most of it's free, but there are some that cost.&amp;nbsp; But their worth it too. &amp;nbsp; They have really neat kits too.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, great way to save them memories!! Do any of you scrap blog or digi scrap?&amp;nbsp; I'm still learning the lingo *lol*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-2550473395964525643?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Josie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S2pqmT_0pyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jfhMdDhHIJA/s1600-h/duggar-baby-320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S2pqmT_0pyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jfhMdDhHIJA/s320/duggar-baby-320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;I love the Duggars.&amp;nbsp; I TiVo them every week. But I missed the last few episodes.&amp;nbsp; Last night my sister and I sat and caught up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, what an amazing little girl!&amp;nbsp; Right from the get go you could tell she is a fighter!!&amp;nbsp; Squirming all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing a baby that small just gets you.&amp;nbsp; We cried and prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord knows what He's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Only a child can look at a wall and say hmmm I think I'll climb that...  This entertained them for a good hour.  Who needs a Wii when you can exercise this way.  They'll feel this tomorrow, nah that's only us old people huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-5553216468693987204?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-31T23:49:26.364-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S2aGO_om3UI/AAAAAAAAAjg/iuNW5DwjwbQ/s72-c/IMG00619.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>What A Beauty</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-beauty.html</link><category>Award</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 11:49:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-4978972014145321568</guid><description>I received the "Beautiful Blogger Award"! Woo Hoo!  This award was given to me from Lea at &lt;a href="http://shhmommaswriting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shh! Momma's Writing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;  A truly lovely blogger and blog.&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much for thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are the rules for this award:&lt;br /&gt;
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-Thank the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;br /&gt;
-Copy the award &amp;amp; place it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;
-Link to the person who nominated you for this award.&lt;br /&gt;
-Tell us 7 interesting things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
-Nominate 7 bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;
-Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Interesting Things About Me:&lt;br /&gt;
1. I'm a middle child and show every characteristic of it! "Marsha Marsha Marsha!"&lt;br /&gt;
2. I have the best role models (My parents. Who were high school sweethearts.)&lt;br /&gt;
3. I often laugh during awkward silence....making it more awkward.&lt;br /&gt;
4. I hate to "hear" people eat......&lt;br /&gt;
5. But I hate eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;
6. I have to have a least one cup of coffee before I can "function." And the kids know this very well!&lt;br /&gt;
7. I sing a lot even when there's no music, I use to belt it out in the car till I was caught at a red light doing it.....&amp;nbsp; Now I keep my windows up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok now let's get to those Blogging Beauties:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The lovely Fiona from the &lt;a href="http://www.banteringblonde.com/"&gt;Bantering Blonde&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
2. The lovely Shannon from &lt;a href="http://palmersf1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon Blogs Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. The lovely Margo from &lt;a href="http://madmadmargo.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Screaming in Me- Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. The lovely Queen from &lt;a href="http://onecreativequeen.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Queen Speaks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5. The lovely Posh Totty from &lt;a href="http://www.poshtottyspalace.co.uk/"&gt;Posh Totty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. The lovely Margaret from &lt;a href="http://www.nannygoatsinpanties.com/"&gt;Nanny Goats in Panties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7. The lovely Julie from &lt;a href="http://www.momspective.com/"&gt;Momspective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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♥♥These ladies have not only Beautiful Blogs but beautiful spirits.&amp;nbsp; If you see a blog you've never heard of, I encourage you all to take a scroll their way. ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-4978972014145321568?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know kids.  I know sneaky kids. And this right here is a sneaky kid! Who does she think she's foolin'?  I love it when they "try" to give their sweet cutesy look when they did something they shouldn't of.  Yup...  I know kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-3555877084650985541?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-29T23:57:52.130-08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/S2PlrHX2mLI/AAAAAAAAAio/p9pCtu2ddJk/s72-c/IMG00596.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Here Sickie Sickie!</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-sickie-sickie.html</link><category>Kids</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 15:56:01 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-6917277341658101992</guid><description>The kids and I just got over this flu*ish* bug.&amp;nbsp;   I have the most outta control hyper kiddos I've seen.  But man do I love when they're sick.  They just lie in my bed and watch TV.  I don't mind the tiny whines.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like when the older kids sick.  I know that sounds horrible.  But, they're getting at that age where they don't need me as much or cuddle.  Except when they're sick!  I get to hold them and give 'em kissies.  And they can't run!  Course they couldn't run, too sick.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it makes you realize how many sick days do I have left with them to cuddle. If my kids averages 2 colds a year and the cold last 4 days thats 8 days.  8 times 5 (I figure at 15 my son will no longer let me.) Thats 40!!  I have 40 snuggle days left with my oldest!  UGH.  You factor in the possible 7 day flu and I'm up to 75 days.  Still not enough time for me.  But then I started thinking what &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; there's a broken bone!  Thats not being mean, with my kids it's just a matter of time. You got a good 2 even 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;
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I know it's harsh but I can't stand it.&amp;nbsp; You don't realize how much you miss it til it's not there.&amp;nbsp; So I'll be seeking out sick kids for a playdate with mine..... &amp;nbsp; "Here Sickie Sickie!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-6917277341658101992?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-23T15:56:01.637-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>A Touching Email Please Read</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/12/touching-email-please-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 20:50:14 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-3906674887855772973</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had this in my email today, I have to share this, and I hope it gets passed on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you give this to my Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.' Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said 'hi.'   The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her Daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek. The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.   After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many American, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is...We need your support and your prayers.Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday. IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON.IF YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS THEN HIT THE DELETE BUTTON --- IT IS YOUR CHOICE. I don't know if you've seen this, but I couldn't delete it. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE.THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED---- SO WEAR RED! --- MAY GOD HELP AMERICA TO BECOME ONE NATION, UNDER GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-3906674887855772973?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-15T20:50:14.613-08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Miss Things Hair Update!</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/12/miss-things-hair-update.html</link><category>Potty Training</category><category>pictures</category><category>Caitlin</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:55:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-3939736805589848130</guid><description>Well it's been a while since the tramatic hair cutting and I gotta say I'm almost glad she did it, I know now she's not one for bangs. LOL When she cut it it was like a buzz cut on the top of her head, now its grown fast and well I thought I'd show you her progress... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CLICK TO ENLARGE*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sxmr5NzpdfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QGWbQQDhltA/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sxmr5NzpdfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QGWbQQDhltA/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411545426709542386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night before Thanksgiving, getting her hair ready in those neat buns. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sxmr4phMolI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ngp4aOCaU5U/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sxmr4phMolI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ngp4aOCaU5U/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411545416968479314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her Thanksgiving Day.  Cute curls sort of take away from the crooked bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually once it's grown out a bit I will have to snip it. Especially the back where she went scissor happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's moved on to a new "weird" habit....  I can't believe I'm sharing this, but maybe one of you all have a similar story. She's stopped using the potty.  FOr some reason outta nowhere she began peeing on pillows???  Just sits down and goes.  For the last week I couldn't understand why the throw pillows were wet.  I just tossed them into the wash and figured someone spilled. Last night I see her sitting on one in front of the TV watching Ki-Lan.  Hadn't put two and two together until the same pillow was placed in the bathroom...wet!  Aha!  &lt;em&gt;She's&lt;/em&gt; the one driving me crazy with all these mysterious wet pillows I seem to be washing left and right.  Well I sat down with her and asked her why.  In her cutie pie voice she said as she closed her eyes and shook her head, "No me do it eeevvvvaaa again, ok Mommy." She knew it was wrong didn't even try to give me an excuse, but still we'll see. If I find another wet potty pillow what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-3939736805589848130?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T00:45:05.159-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>July Top Droppers</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-top-droppers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:30:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-8142734478955226290</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;July Top Droppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/94481694-Entrecard-Top-Dropper-Award" target="_blank" title="Personalized Glitter Graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Entrecard Top Dropper Award" src="http://image.blingee.com/images16/content/output/000/000/000/5a1/459024339_859053.gif" title="Entrecard Top Dropper Award" border="0" height="100" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a name="top_card_droppers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;table class="stats"&gt;&lt;thead&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;th&gt;Dropper&lt;/th&gt;                             &lt;th&gt;# of drops&lt;/th&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;/thead&gt;                     &lt;tbody&gt;                         &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/111266"&gt;A Rose By Name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;30&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/117485"&gt;Momspective Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;25&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/77349"&gt;Whatever Comes To My Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/125458"&gt;A lil Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;21&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/117483"&gt;Momspective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/54140"&gt;Guitarbench.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/118809"&gt;Wii Mommies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/100245"&gt;Picture to People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/124780"&gt;Confessions of a Psychotic Housewife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://entrecard.com/details/128304"&gt;Rambling Thoughts in SMK Serian &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td class="number"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥Thank you♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-8142734478955226290?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T14:30:48.241-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title></title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-no-getting-around-fact-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 12:36:16 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-6951796905743820378</guid><description>Theres no getting around the fact that these are hard times for many Americans. Unemployment is at an all time high, but somehow the cost for food has managed to go up and up. Whats an average family to do? Thankfully there is a helping hand out there for you. Its called Angel Food Ministries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfoodministries.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.angelfoodministries.com/LinkToUs/Vertical_2a_copy.jpg" width="160" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;In 1994, Pastors Joe and Linda Wingo found their hearts going out to the families of many of the local families in Monroe, GA, affected by the recent industrial plant closings.  On their back porch, the first Angel Food distribution fed 34 families.  Over the next years, other churches wanted to be get involved, and Angel Food began feeding hundreds of families across the southeast.  Now, Angel Food feeds over 500,000 families a month in 35 states.  Praise the Lord for his faithfulness!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessings by the box&lt;br /&gt;Angel Food is available in a quantity that can fit into a medium-sized box at &lt;strong&gt;$30 per unit&lt;/strong&gt;. Each month's menu is different than the previous month and consists of both fresh and frozen items with an average retail value of approximately $60. Comparison shopping has been done across the country in various communities using a wide range of retail grocery stores and has resulted in the same food items costing from between $42 and $78.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, one unit of food assists in feeding a family of four for about one week or a single senior citizen for almost a month. &lt;strong&gt;The food is all the same high quality one could purchase at a grocery store. There are no second-hand items, no damaged or out-dated goods, no dented cans without labels, no day-old breads and no produce that is almost too ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Also offered are specialty boxes such as steaks, chicken and pork. Many participants in this bonus program appreciate the expanded choices. Additionally, there is no limit to the number of units or bonus foods an individual can receive, and there are no applications to complete or qualifications to which participants must adhere. &lt;strong&gt;Angel Food Ministries also participates in the U.S. Food Stamp program, using the Off-Line Food Stamp Voucher system.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these tough economic times its awesome to know your family won't go hungry thanks to people like Pastors Joe and Linda Wingo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-6951796905743820378?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T12:35:20.950-07:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordless-wednesday.html</link><category>Wordless Wednesday</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 02:09:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-4257948697712558673</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sl2cVgA2fvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lp-4t14gIpg/s1600-h/wierdwednes001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sl2cVgA2fvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lp-4t14gIpg/s200/wierdwednes001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358611024825450226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feels like this was just yesterday.....  Cody is now 8!!  Where does the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-4257948697712558673?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-15T02:09:07.411-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LFirCFlcA8/Sl2cVgA2fvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lp-4t14gIpg/s72-c/wierdwednes001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Summer Chaos</title><link>http://thenextstepup.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-chaos.html</link><category>Caitlin</category><category>Boys</category><category>Kids</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Veronica Fulton)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 23:54:31 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886344184004313004.post-4728073986345770207</guid><description>It's summer and all the kids are wild!!  I tried the summer recreation program with the community center but I lost our spot.  My van got towed from a fire lane and I missed two days of the program.  They had a waiting list a mile long for eager kids with parent s who had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt;.  So I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh my, these boys are constantly fighting over something around here.  I actually had a kid throw a metal 5lb weight at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; head while they were trying to sleep....  Yea!  Its like Lord of the Flies and I'm hiding in the corner...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not hiding but at ropes end.  I don't remember a summer so chaotic!  If you've read my &lt;a href="http://www.chickenista.blogspot.com"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt;, you know I'm having really bad panic attacks here lately.  I don't know just yet what the common denominator is, but I can't be yelling and getting worked up or I get one.   So, I think they're catching on to this and taking full advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried art projects to keep their hands busy.  I made a splash area...  reading for extra credit (since I home school)...  still.  But I got this very good piece of advice off TV somewhere..." When your kids have you stressed and angry, remember that you thought of them as a blessing once"  I paraphrased, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the jest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so true, I hate to admit this,  but it gets hard to look at them the same way when they're constantly disobeying or hurting each other.  You gotta sometimes step back, breathe and remember that day they laid them on your tummy and you saw their eyes open for the first time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; of kids under 2 can't relate.  Its still that awesome cutesy phase where everything is amazing.  But when they're older and there is more than one (like 4!!),  they play off each other not too amazing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got some birthdays coming up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; keep them busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't end the post without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acknowledging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Caitie's&lt;/span&gt; new thing. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Babytiny&lt;/span&gt;"  One word.  Everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;babytiny&lt;/span&gt;.  If she wants more juice and I say no she says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;babytiny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;"  She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;babytiny&lt;/span&gt;, so 'bro bros' have to be nice.  Its the cutest word I think I've ever heard.  Makes my heart sings when I hear it♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886344184004313004-4728073986345770207?l=thenextstepup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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