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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:30:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Freitas Family Follies</title><description /><link>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>793</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Freitasfamily" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2827228666995003102</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T09:30:45.642-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes You Get a Gift</title><description>Those of you that have been reading my blog for a long period of time, know that I struggle with depression.  Gripping, life halting depression that was magnified by becoming a mother.  I have ups and downs which makes things worse because you never know what your gonna get.  Lately I have been more down than up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two years, I have lost friends because of my depression.  Friends that I have been close to for YEARS have bailed on me which has hurt me to no end.  I admit...I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flaky&lt;/span&gt;.  I am non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committal&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't call you back.  The list goes on and on.  Thankfully, I do have some great friends that "get it."  I am sure it is really tough to stand by and be supportive but they do and for that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been horrible, really, really bad.  To sum it all up, I have wanted out.  Out of my marriage, out of my life, OUT!  I haven't wanted to hurt myself or anything serious like that but I just wanted to pack up my life and start over.  Of course, I would take LG with me because she is my world.  The rest of it, I wanted to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I received a gift.  Two girlfriends from my past came back into my life.  Honestly, more than 2 have come back but these 2 have really saved me.  These women are hands down my lifesavers.  The best part?  When they were in my life previously, I would have never said we were "friends."  We were never close back then, but now is so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pick me up when I am down.  They listen when I need them to and offer suggestions when I ask for them.  If I am not online for a whole day, I have voice mails asking if I am OK.  They love me unconditionally through my mood swings, my highs and lows.  Best of all they make me laugh and laugh at/with me when I feel like I am going crazy.  I think I do all the same for them too!  I am VERY grateful for them and I want them to know how much of a gift they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I will leave you with is: If you have a friend that struggles with depression, it isn't about you.  They aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flaky&lt;/span&gt; on purpose and they don't mean to hurt you.  The best thing you can do is support them, hold their hand when they just need to cry (which happens a lot), hug them and let them know you are there.  Try and understand even though it is so tough.  &lt;a href="http://dooce.com/"&gt;Dooce&lt;/a&gt; does a great job of writing about depression and her word express so much of what I feel.  I would urge you to read her to help you better understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2827228666995003102?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/cMWk_kU9R_M/sometimes-you-get-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-you-get-gift.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-5043629192247756238</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T20:49:33.127-07:00</atom:updated><title>SAHM vs. WAHM....Why Do We Care????</title><description>I just got done watching Dr. Phil because my friend &lt;a href="http://www.jamiespnd.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt; was on the panel.  The topic was Work At Home vs. Stay At Home Moms and basically which is better.  Jamie is a working mom who owns an &lt;a href="http://www.jamiespnd.com/"&gt;AMAZING business.&lt;/a&gt;...go check it out.  OK, on to the post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the $%^&amp;amp; do we care if someone works or not????  I am a SAHM because we worked very hard to allow me to do so and I am NOT a big fan of it.  I miss working so much BUT I am very thankful that I have been given this time with LG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that LG is any better off because I have been home, I honestly don't.  I see her friends that are full time day care kids and they are no different than her.  Has she been able to do somethings that full time day care kids haven't?  I don't know but I would guess not.  We go to the zoo during the week but I would bet that the other kids have been to the zoo too, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends that chose to work are just as good at being moms as I am.  In fact, I might argue that they are better!  Absence makes the heart grow fonder right?  Do I think their job is tougher?  No I don't but I also don't think that I have it any worse.  Some of my friends that work are able to have someone to help clean their house but THAT MAKES SENSE TO ME!!!!!  Do I wish I could have someone help clean my house?  Hell yeah because it is very difficult to get everything done while taking care of and entertaining LG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point in all this?  Why do we have to argue about it?  If you are so passionate one way or the other, shut up and do your job (whatever that may be) and let everyone else do theirs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-5043629192247756238?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/c9LVobHTZgg/sahm-vs-wahmwhy-do-we-care.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sahm-vs-wahmwhy-do-we-care.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-7541668387972520179</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T07:13:21.291-07:00</atom:updated><title>How Did This Happen?</title><description>LG is growing up.   She is no longer my chubby lil baby that would get in my bed at 6:30 a.m. and go back to sleep with me until well past 8 a.m.  Nope, now she is up at 6 for the day and plays school in her room or read quietly until we get up around 6:45p.m.  She has her own opinions, Lord does she have opinions!!!!  She is still the sunshine in my day even when I want to sell her on eBay because she is being so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that 4 years old thrive on peer pressure so when LG's friend Taylor got a haircut recently, LG wanted one too.  I was more than excited because I haven't cut her hair in over 2 years and it was time.  It has seen 2 summers of living in pool, sun and whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the cutest place in Palo Alto.  If it is your kids first time I would recommend it for sure.  I probably won't go back because it is pricey ($23) and I have heard of some other places that are less expensive and just as good.  The girl was great and we decided to take about 2 inches off and put some layers in her hair to help with her curls.  You'll see in the photo that it ended up being more than 2 inches and at first I wanted to cry BUT she loves it and now I do too.  She looks so much older but I guess I have to face that she is no longer my chubby baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG has gone from this chubby, lil bit of sunshine:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/StSK2E3Vu-I/AAAAAAAAAec/-Kw5RUE7gxI/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/StSK2E3Vu-I/AAAAAAAAAec/-Kw5RUE7gxI/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392087315492748258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a gorgeous little girl:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/StSKoiYPljI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DpeWjeTNG9U/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/StSKoiYPljI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DpeWjeTNG9U/s320/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392087082897217074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-7541668387972520179?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/tZyGcyvaAT0/how-did-this-happen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/StSK2E3Vu-I/AAAAAAAAAec/-Kw5RUE7gxI/s72-c/DSCF0003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-did-this-happen.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-9203183037198025545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T19:53:22.752-07:00</atom:updated><title>What's For Dinner?</title><description>I love to cook.  In my next life, I would love to be either a lawyer or a chef....I know, odd combo.  My kitchen is not the best to cook in because of counter space, so I often don't want to cook because I get so frustrated.  I have a set of standard recipes that I make because they are easy and I know that Husband and LG will eat them.  Nothing is worse than spending time cooking only to have everyone turn up their noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has also been making me frustrated because I just don't want to do it.  I think it is because I used to write about the fun things LG and I did, but now that she is older we have more of a boring life...haha!  In order to spice up dinner and my blog I am going to start  "What's For Dinner?"  I hope to, once or twice a week, write about new recipes I have tried whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have ushered in fall by bring out the crockpot.  That dang pot is something I HAD to have when we got married but over the years I have only used it a handful of times.  Many friends swear by the crockpot and seem to have great recipes.  My problem is that Husband isn't a "stew or casserole" person so that cuts out a lot of yummy recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first recipe I made, I knew could be hit or miss.  I had a feeling that LG wouldn't like it and I wasn't sure that Husband would either.  LG doesn't tend to like "creamy stuff" other than ice cream.  Husband also isn't a big fan.  I was taking a big risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that LG actually ate it after I took off as much sauce as possible.  Husband also said he liked it.  I, however, didn't love it.  I felt like something was missing which is funny for me since I am known for liking bland food.  It needed more salt and I would probably add some wine in the beginning.  I would make it again though because everyone actually ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I LOVE the site &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/"&gt;All Recipes&lt;/a&gt; because of the comments from people who have made the dish and what they did to change it or make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Slow-Cooker-Chicken-Stroganoff/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Stroganoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INGREDIENTS                                                           &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves - cubed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1/8 cup margarine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 (.7 ounce) package dry Italian-style salad dressing mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;                                     1 (10.75 ounce) can  condensed cream of chicken soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                                                                    &lt;!-- tool box --&gt;DIRECTIONS                                                           &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Put chicken, margarine and dressing mix in slow cooker; mix together and cook on low for 5 to 6 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt; Add cream cheese and soup, mix together and cook on high for another 1/2 hour or until heated through and warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-9203183037198025545?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/ICFnfgnagFg/whats-for-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-for-dinner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-6229458594544130013</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T19:09:15.380-07:00</atom:updated><title>Workin It Out</title><description>I have been back to work for a few weeks now, sort of.  I was ready to start subbing about 3 weeks ago.  I have actually only subbed 2 days since then but I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.  I am not sure Husband is but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Since purring LG into school 3 full days a week I have become a MUCH better housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but I could no longer be at home with LG having tea parties and playing Littlest Pep Shop.  It was a slow death for me and it wasn't much better for her.  Now that she is in school she LOVES it!  It really it better for her.  She gets tons of interaction and gets to do all the things she loves.  Even better is that her kindergarten will be full day so she will be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are so much happier!  Yes, we need some extra income so I am hoping to get more work soon.  I also know that it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;  of the year so people aren't taking time off.  Days will come soon and so until then I am enjoying my time.  I have needed this for so long.  To be able to just sit and read a book for an hour on my own is amazing.  It is revitalizing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that I was at the end of my rope with being a SAHM.  I missed using my brain.  I have missed being part of the team.  I missed the interaction and of course, I missed the money.  It is amazing to be able to go to my "full price" hair girl and get great hair instead of having to go to the "cheap guy" and hating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being a little selfish right now?  YES I AM!  I have a lot of "me" time to catch up on and I don't for one minute regret taking this stand.  It is making me a better mom and a better wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-6229458594544130013?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/vGk2v1Hwu6c/workin-it-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/09/workin-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2823385398316232744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T21:39:17.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hamsters For Everyone!!!!!</title><description>I get free stuff sent to me all the time to review.  Some may think I am lucky, but trust me not all is worth it, but when Mom Select asked if I wanted to take part in a pet party, I had to check it out.  I went onto the &lt;a href="http://www.zhuzhupets.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Zhu Zhu&lt;/span&gt; Pets&lt;/a&gt; website and about died.  I knew that LG would have a blast and the fact that we could invite up to 10 of her friends...I was sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zhuzhupets.com/main.html"&gt;"Zhu Zhu Pets&lt;/a&gt; are the world’s first innovative, realistic, interactive, plush, and artificially intelligent hamsters that talk and move around in their own playsets.  Zhu Zhu Pets include two modes: nurturing mode where the hamsters coo and purr, and adventure mode where the hamsters explore their habitat with intelligent audio and mechanical responses to various habitat stimuli.  Over a dozen add-ons can be purchased to build an ever-evolving hamsterworld for your hamsters to play in and explore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am VERY lucky because the awesome women at Mom Select sent me the &lt;a href="http://www.zhuzhupets.com/toys.html"&gt;ENTIRE set-up&lt;/a&gt;.  LG and I spent the morning setting up the giant hamster city.  It was actually pretty easy to do!  The whole thing took up about a 6 foot area of my front room.  We also got 11 hamsters which LG couldn't wait to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sq3G5oy10hI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S9bFl7hjhwo/s1600-h/IMG_9494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sq3G5oy10hI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S9bFl7hjhwo/s320/IMG_9494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381175823283114514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LG's friends arrived and each got to choose their hamster.  Cool thing is that they all do the same things, they are just different colors.  After that I pretty much just let the kids have at it.  As with everything, some loved it and some weren't very interested...including my daughter!  Overall though I would say it was a hit!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sq3Ii2oPruI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ldPoRmmJhPY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sq3Ii2oPruI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ldPoRmmJhPY/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381177630883032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would I buy this on my own?  Probably not, because it would cost @ $100 when all was said and done and I know LG wouldn't be that into it.  It is currently residing in the Roger's household because Andrew loved it so much and I wanted it to get some use!  I might buy a few pieces if I thought LG would be into them but really, without the whole set it isn't as fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2823385398316232744?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/pcPZBYlvn8I/hamsters-for-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sq3G5oy10hI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S9bFl7hjhwo/s72-c/IMG_9494.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hamsters-for-everyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-6580783620000515937</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T08:10:04.497-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hope I Never Have A Real Emergency</title><description>Have you ever had to dial 911?  Before yesterday, I had never dialed those 3 little digits and for that, I was happy.  As I was driving to the airport yesterday an accident happened right in front of me on 280 N at Magdalena.  It was pretty bad, bad enough to make me think I should call 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed the number and it started ringing immediately.  Then I was put on hold.  Yep, "all operators are busy."  I was shocked.  What if someone was trying to kill me?  Please hold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported the accident after being on hold nearly 5 min.  Yes, if someone was trying to kill me I would probably be dead!  Now let me say, instantly, I "got it."  There are not enough operators to get to all the calls.  There are not enough operators because there is not enough money to pay said operators, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, I called my favorite SJPD Officer (actually he is the youngest man to ever be promoted to lieutenant(correct me if I am wrong N)...but I digress) to ask if there is a better number to call.  I have heard about a "non emergency number" before.    I guess 911 is still the best number to call, you will just have to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that if there is an accident, I will call 911.  If I am about to be killed though, I am just going to call Ofcr. D and hope he can save me.  KIDDING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-6580783620000515937?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/ASGxlXX1BLQ/hope-i-never-have-real-emergency.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-i-never-have-real-emergency.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-1026130201244805304</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T21:23:10.913-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reclaiming Me</title><description>Tomorrow, I head back to work.  I have not been this excited about something in a LONG time!  Over the past 4 years I have lost myself.  I don't even really know exactly who I am anymore.  I am a wife and a mother, of course, but outside of that I am a wandering fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be an awesome teacher.  I used to be a confident woman who knew exactly what she wanted.  I used to be an amazing writer.  I was a runner and a great friend.  Those things have all changed.  Deep down I am still that person but it is time I reclaim her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I KNOW about myself.  I am confident in many ways.  I love to dance and am pretty damn good at it.  I love to speak in front of huge audiences.  I am caring, almost to a fault, about others.  I am strong-willed and determined.  If I set my eyes on something I go for it 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step in reclaiming me is going back to work.  I will be subbing part time while waiting for something that I am in love with or until something better comes along.  It is perfect for me....I can be back in the classroom with none of the prep work!  I can't wait.  I am excited to wear "work clothes" again.    Of course, I am nervous but I know I am a good teacher and I know that I can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-1026130201244805304?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/Qa-7GnxXyKw/reclaiming-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/09/reclaiming-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-8295491052658092535</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T20:41:11.835-07:00</atom:updated><title>What No One Tells You About Being a Parent</title><description>No one tells you had hard being a parent is.  This past week has been one of HUGE changes in our house.  I will tell you more about that soon but for now, I have come up with some more things people don't tell you about being a parent, please feel free to add your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some nights, you will sit down and cry after putting your child to bed because you feel like you failed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some days you actually think that you should have thought twice about becoming a parent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep will NEVER be the same!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poop will consume the majority of your thoughts for years.  Did they go?  Is it the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;?  Are they constipated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will spend hours cleaning the house and your kid will destroy it in 30 seconds flat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your child will turn up their nose after you spend an hour cooking their "favorite meal" which is no longer their favorite today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will miss out on events you wish to attend because your daughter just can't pull it together to get out of time out for more than 20 min. here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It has been that sort of weekend around here.  Thankfully, I just have to look at this photo and realize that deep down she is an angel.  Her job is to test me.  It doesn't make it any less difficult but I know that one day she will thank me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SqXQryBNyrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t-E2uHlBkeA/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SqXQryBNyrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t-E2uHlBkeA/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378934780543748786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-8295491052658092535?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/625T-3PR2SQ/what-no-one-tells-you-about-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SqXQryBNyrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t-E2uHlBkeA/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-no-one-tells-you-about-being.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2595253189067903563</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T21:47:29.952-07:00</atom:updated><title>Field Trip Time!</title><description>LG was off of school this week so we have taken a few field trips to pass the time.  It has been a lot of fun for the two of us.  There are a lot of changes coming up so I was thrilled to have this time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first trip was to the Children's Discovery Museum.  LG has been begging to go for a few months because there was a Curious George exhibit happening.  I am always weary of going there because we always end up sick but now was the time.  With most kids back in school, I figure now was as good a time as any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Aminah there and the girls had a blast!  The best part was it was fairly empty so Sarah and I also had a good time because it was relaxing.  The girls are at a perfect age to be able to take part in all the activities and actually enjoy them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdhSoIcRwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/iSw9J5s0Mv0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdhSoIcRwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/iSw9J5s0Mv0/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374871652928341762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The art room was a HUGE hit!  The girls played with clay and loved it.  LG has never played with clay other that playdoh so it was all new for her.  She didn't really make anything but it was fun none the less.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Spdg-Yh5j1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/TqtHi5kEQdM/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Spdg-Yh5j1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/TqtHi5kEQdM/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374871305142767442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also made corn husk dolls.  I have always seen this center before but LG hasn't really had the attention span for it until now.  I still had to make the doll but she pretended to help.  Face paint was all done by LG on herself!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdgvuGpFLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wzgabXBXwxI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdgvuGpFLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wzgabXBXwxI/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374871053235983538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The George exhibit was a HUGE hit.  George is the first show that Ashley watched.  She was in love with him.  We own a million books of his and still love him a lot.  She was thrilled to play with the different parts of the exhibit.  I think her favorite was pretending to be an architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdgjwCgL8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/bJHc_L5qCK0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdgjwCgL8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/bJHc_L5qCK0/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374870847597064130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would say that our field trip was a hit!  I won't go into details about the meltdown we had when it was time to go.  We will just leave it at that ;-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdfDz0xrxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NRs7KXSu_2M/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdfDz0xrxI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NRs7KXSu_2M/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374869199345790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2595253189067903563?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/PkLrWnUJO2I/field-trip-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpdhSoIcRwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/iSw9J5s0Mv0/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/field-trip-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-8801331206178895471</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T09:15:20.510-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Car for Me!!!!!</title><description>Is it possible to be in love with a car?  I think so because I am in love with mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving Husband's &lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/ford/explorer/1996/index.html"&gt;Explorer&lt;/a&gt; for the past 4 years.  When LG was born I was driving a &lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/used/1998/volkswagen/jetta/13263/specs.html?mktcat=used+style+specs+page&amp;amp;kw=1998+volkswagen+jetta+13263+style+specs+page&amp;amp;mktid=ik16231731"&gt;Jetta&lt;/a&gt; and I loved her.  The Husband got a new car for work and we decided to sell the Jetta since the Explorer had more room.  I have loved having all the extra space but as the years went by I was getting worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beast" as I referred to it was a work horse.  13 years old, 187,000 miles, speakers that only all worked on certain days, paint starting to fade and still kicking.  He wasn't very well taken care of for a long time so the fact that he was still running was amazing.  Each time though something went wrong, it was getting more and more expensive to keep him going.  He wasn't worth very much money so I figured that the next time something big happened we would decide to sell him.  Then &lt;a href="http://www.cars.gov/"&gt;Cash for Clunkers&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear, Beast more than qualified.  In most situations he qualified for the full $4500 which is $3000 more than we could ever get on our own.  The wheels started turning.  We had to decide what to get because we really couldn't afford to take on another car payment with me not working.   After lots of hours researching I decided on the&lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/jettasportwagen/gallery/en/us/#/exterior/0/"&gt; Jetta Sportwagen&lt;/a&gt;. Working with my dad (yes, I am spoiled and totally admit it) we figured out how to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the day we turned Beast in.  When it came right down to it, I was quite sad.  We brought LG home from the hospital in Beast.  He was with us through Husband and my break up in college and was there when we got back together.  He probably helped bring us back together after we popped the tire in Chico.  He has taken us on many adventures to Tahoe, Santa Barbara, LA and all over the Bay Area.  He was very well loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though, there is a new love in my life, Bluebell.  She is beautiful and she smells amazing.  She has power everything.  She has an ipod hookup and Bluetooth so I can be handfree.  All of her speakers work and she gets amazing gas mileage.  Did I mention she smells good????  I am in love.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpFq-KY_zGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ATHdf6CR3CY/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpFq-KY_zGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ATHdf6CR3CY/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373193446603344994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-8801331206178895471?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/bInzs4Ax6vo/new-car-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SpFq-KY_zGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ATHdf6CR3CY/s72-c/Picture+6.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-car-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-1777032049565751340</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T07:48:08.138-07:00</atom:updated><title>Through My Daughter's Eyes</title><description>LG and I returned from a trip to Michigan last week.  For those who don't know, Michigan is where I was born.  I consider it home, which is sort of weird since I haven't lived there since I was 3.  I did spend every summer there growing up and most of my family is still there which is why, for me, it is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't nervous about flying with LG at all as she is such a pro now.  I think she has now been on about 30 airplanes in her 4 years.  She knows exactly what to do at security and is a big help.  It makes life so much easier than when I used to fly with her as a baby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq-4XNBFjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bp2MsaPgkxM/s1600-h/IMG_9304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq-4XNBFjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bp2MsaPgkxM/s320/IMG_9304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371315381103302194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason for this trip was simple.  I was going to play in The Yeager Memorial.  My grandfather died in 1990 and since then there has been a golf tournament in his honor.  My grandpa was an amazing man.  You can read a little more about him &lt;a href="http://www.huronvalley.k12.mi.us/athletics/mhs/The%20MHS%20Hall%20of%20Fame/Dick%20Yeager.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Sadly the Milford paper isn't great with keeping things on line because lots of amazing things have been written about him that I would have loved to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set off to play 36 holes of golf (that is 2 rounds!) and Ashley set off for a day with cousin Lisa.  You can guess who was more excited.  I played one of the best rounds in my life in the morning, which was really exciting!!!  The afternoon was more about hanging out with my dad and some old friends.  It was a great day.  Enough about me....&lt;br /&gt;Ashley asked for one thing in Michigan, to go fishing.  Cousin Lisa took Ash fishing and she caught 2 fish!!!!  Ashley was estatic!  I am so proud of her.  I don't have a photo of the event just yet but as soon as I do, I will post it.  She can't wait to fish again and I am trying to figure out where to take her around here.  Thankfully one of my friends from high school is a big fisherman and he is helping me figure stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there Milford Memories was happening.  Milford is a bit like Mayberry....very small village (not even a town) but thousands of people come in for this event.  It was the first time I was there for it and it is fun!  Ashley enjoyed the kids area the most and she is getting really good at hula hooping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq-TA-p2VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/eSepewpFjp8/s1600-h/IMG_9354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq-TA-p2VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/eSepewpFjp8/s320/IMG_9354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371314739482319186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to experience Milford's new Mexican restaurant.  I will admit that it was not the type of Mexican I am used to.  Someone told me it was "authentic Mexican," um, ok sure.  Whatever, the margarita's were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq902_bAOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J7h7_3GT1so/s1600-h/IMG_9324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq902_bAOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/J7h7_3GT1so/s200/IMG_9324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371314221405110498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq98j0BJ4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/rriOfYrIon0/s1600-h/IMG_9325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq98j0BJ4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/rriOfYrIon0/s200/IMG_9325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371314353695958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LG had a great time with Papa, Grandma Judy and her aunts and uncles.  Cousin Lisa is still the fav and she talks about her all the time.  I would love to go back and spend a week on a lake sometime with LG.  It would be how I spent every summer growing up and I can't think of a better thing to do with my daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq9kkMlA4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9vW326dfB48/s1600-h/IMG_9355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq9kkMlA4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9vW326dfB48/s320/IMG_9355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371313941482111874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-1777032049565751340?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/4xZShX_uOwQ/through-my-daughters-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Soq-4XNBFjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/bp2MsaPgkxM/s72-c/IMG_9304.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-my-daughters-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2276294801040821057</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T10:30:50.949-07:00</atom:updated><title>We Have A Reader!</title><description>I haven't been working with LG on reading.  Mainly this is because I don't believe in pushing your kid to do academics before they are ready.  I was a teacher and I have seen how pushing can cause kids to shut down.  A week or so ago, I bought a word family book and LG was doing great sounding out the words.  I thought I would get her some basic reading books to try out.  She is really into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key is that I don't push her.  I do it when she wants to do it.  She is very proud of herself and we are just as proud.  I am hoping that she will have a lifelong love of reading like I do!  Here is a video for you.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc5MzgwOTY4NTkmcHQ9MTI*NzkzODA5OTI5NiZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPThhZjY2MGRkODIzNzQwZGFiYjQ*ZWI3ZGU4ODk2ZDlmJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090718/095622.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/FreitasFamily#date/2009-07-18/09:56:22&amp;d=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090718/095622.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/FreitasFamily#date/2009-07-18/09:56:22&amp;d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2276294801040821057?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/wXPUPkVi2V4/we-have-reader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-reader.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-6191381610639448446</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T07:11:03.941-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mrs. Freitas!</title><description>I miss being Mrs. Freitas.  I am mom, mommy, mama, Lia, and Li.  My mom calls me sis.  I have had a million names I have answered to but the one I miss most is "Mrs. Freitas."  At the golf club, I am called Mrs. Freitas by some of the staff and that feels really weird to me because it makes me feel old.  What I miss are the 8 year olds I used to teach calling out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 years since I have been in the classroom.  I have missed it almost as long.  I loved being a teacher, although I probably bitched about it a lot.  My teaching partners were the best EVER and I miss them.  Of course, there are days when I can't imagine working full time but other days it is ALL I can think of.  Which is why I am looking to finally go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you that have known me for a long time know that all I ever really wanted to be was a mom.  I wanted to stay home because my mom never got to do so and it was very important to me to be able to do so.  The first year was great!  Since then though, it has been really hard for me.  My life has become all about taking care of others.  I take care of LG all day.  I take care of our house and my husband also.  I have not, however, been taking care of ME.  I have been miserable for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stuck it out because it was a commitment made to myself and my family but I feel like it is really time to do what is right for me.  If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.    I am hoping to head back, of course, right as education is suffering HUGE budget cuts.  The good thing is that I don't have to go back so if I don't find something I will be ok.  The bad thing is that I am not lucky enough to be able to afford a nanny or full-time day care without a job so if I find something later it may be more difficult to find somewhere for LG to be.  I figure I will cross that bridge when I get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I find something, keep us in your thoughts.  The is a really tough step for me.  Even though I am excited and looking forward to being Mrs. Freitas again, I am a bit fearful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-6191381610639448446?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/4mQawyCkcXs/mrs-freitas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/mrs-freitas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-5367718138356314773</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T09:50:52.514-07:00</atom:updated><title>R.I.P Michael Jackson</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW, as I wrote this today, it came out differently than I planned. I thought I was going to be a bit more harsh on him but as I wrote, it all came out in a very different way.   I am keeping it true to my thoughts though and not changing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlN8rAxRxXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SOM2jzlMG6A/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlN8rAxRxXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SOM2jzlMG6A/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355761460256556402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't actually planning to write about Michael Jackson's death.  It isn't because I don't care but more because EVERYONE is writing about it and I am a little tired of hearing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect everyone's feelings about the King of Pop.  He was amazing.  He was a HUGE icon for my generation.  He was a bizarre.  He made some very poor errors in judgement during his life.  He died too soon.  The list could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, my opinion of Michael was a bit jaded after the whole molestation case.  It isn't that I believe he did or didn't do it but at that point I realized how sad he was.  He was HUGE and LOVED by people around the world but it wasn't enough.  I cannot respect that he slept with children in his bed or gave them wine, etc., but what I can take away from it is that he was man who loved children because they have unconditional love and he didn't have enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that many people around him loved him conditionally.  That makes me terribly sad.  I know he had family who did love him no matter what but I am not sure that it was enough.  I will admit, in some ways I am thankful that he may be at peace now.  I hope he is at peace.  I hope that today he can look down on his memorial service and see the billions of people that worshiped him.  I hope he can put all the pain he felt in his life aside and realize that he was loved.  I hope he can scoop it all up and keep it with him and finally feel peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-5367718138356314773?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/F-xjYXMtQEg/rip-michael-jackson.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlN8rAxRxXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/SOM2jzlMG6A/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-michael-jackson.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-5864288027013012820</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-05T21:10:32.047-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fourth of July</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlF4_VfEBoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HLIFjmAQ-0w/s1600-h/IMG_9104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlF4_VfEBoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HLIFjmAQ-0w/s200/IMG_9104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194461414753922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4th of July has always been my favorite holiday.  I think it is because I spent every 4th at our cabin in Michigan with my grandparents.  We would swim in the lake and play with fireworks, especially sparklers.  It is a time in my life that I look back on very fondly.  Although I haven't been to that cabin in 20+ years, I remember everything about it like it was yesterday.  I was missing that cabin so much yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also missing my grandma's town.  It isn't even actually a "town" it is a village.  It is only 2.5 square miles and 6,300 people.  There is a parade every year on the 4th that everyone goes to.  I miss that small town!  I wouldn't want to live there but visiting is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past we have spent the 4th with friends but this year we had no plans.  NONE!  We ended up mostly hanging out around the house, visiting Vovo and playing with Uncle NY and Eric.  After naps we headed up to the club and hit balls together which was fun.  We all came back and Uncle and Eric came over for dinner.  It was small but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the first time in 4 years we went to fireworks at home.  Last year we were in LA for Nick and Amy's wedding (Happy Anniversary!!) and the year before we were in Maui.  Before then, LG would be asleep WAY before firework time.  I was so excited to take LG this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Cupertino and snuggled on a blanket.  Eric and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlF40JLihBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rD4jQ4p2F68/s1600-h/IMG_9106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlF40JLihBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rD4jQ4p2F68/s200/IMG_9106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355194269133079570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle NY came with us which was super fun.  It was really cold though!!  I loved snuggling with LG and listening to her oooh and aahhh.  She was so excited.  It really is amazing to experience things through her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there in that big field, reminded me of all the years we would go to Morgan Hill to watch fireworks.  It made me smile to think that we are starting to make our own traditions.  They might not be the same as my trips to the lake in Michigan but they are still fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-5864288027013012820?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/m_1N1dX1vKA/fourth-of-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SlF4_VfEBoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HLIFjmAQ-0w/s72-c/IMG_9104.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-6327485798134707212</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T21:42:07.527-07:00</atom:updated><title>Strawberry Picking</title><description>We headed to the coast today to go berry picking.  Last year, LG and I missed out on strawberry picking so I really wanted to do it this year.  There used to be a ranch close to us that had berry picking but this year they closed before we could get there.  The closest place to go was Pescadero which is about an hour away on the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long drive to get there but thankfully, I put the DVD player in the car so that LG didn't drive me nuts on the drive over.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2L8nHVX4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DwIoV0FYlhA/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2L8nHVX4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DwIoV0FYlhA/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354089405421543298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was also a bit concerned that it was going to be cold over the hill because of the marine layer taunting us on the drive over but it was BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2Lvf8yK0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HRDdTOqm9MY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2Lvf8yK0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HRDdTOqm9MY/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354089180159945538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swantonberryfarm.com/"&gt;Swanton Berry Farm&lt;/a&gt; is great!  The berries grow on mounds of dirt so they are about knee high which is great for us old people.  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also right at hand level for the girls.  LG and Aminah went to town.  Sarah and I put in some work too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LG-MDA_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/LJlX0AWf_HU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LG-MDA_I/AAAAAAAAAbI/LJlX0AWf_HU/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354088483902391282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LcNVILoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Da4sYD4IRYw/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LcNVILoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Da4sYD4IRYw/s200/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354088848744263298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were done after about an hour so it was just the perfect amount of time for the girls.  We hauled the loot back to find out how much we had picked.  OK, we made the girls haul the loot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LPhjLiWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OyRLLwuzfXY/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2LPhjLiWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OyRLLwuzfXY/s200/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354088630833613154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2K6QSNqRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tBfifNdxPe8/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2K6QSNqRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tBfifNdxPe8/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354088265421793554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up with 18 lbs of strawberries.  LG and I had 10 lbs. so now I am trying to figure out what to make with them!  Stay tuned....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2KxCQasFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/428yzjacxNY/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2KxCQasFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/428yzjacxNY/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354088107037339730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-6327485798134707212?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/2DUFlH1JPo4/strawberry-picking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Sk2L8nHVX4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DwIoV0FYlhA/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberry-picking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-4482148335372595347</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T20:15:20.580-07:00</atom:updated><title>She Has No Fear!!</title><description>Our club pool has been open for about a month now.  We have been swimming A LOT!  LG is a total fish.  She must have it in her blood because I love the water as do 3 of her uncles.  She is very comfortable in the water which I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, LG wanted to start going off the diving board.  I was thrilled that she wasn't scared although there was a slight glitch.  She wanted to jump off holding a noodle.  I was fine with it because it meant that I didn't have to be in the water with her every time.  She tried it a few times and she was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time there are kids older than LG at the pool and she loves to be like them.  Last Sat. she announced, as she was climbing out of the pool, that she was going off the board with no noodle.  My heart dropped into my stomach.  I got in the water and told her she had to jump in and swim to the side.  I would be there just in case but I wasn't there to catch her.  Off she went.  She totally did it!!!  There has been no looking back since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a video because I just know her grandparents and uncles aren't going to believe us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY*MTc3MjY1ODAmcHQ9MTI*NjQxNzczMDIwMSZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQ2ZTZmYjllNDE5NTRlNTE5ZWY3YjY2YjQ5N2U4YmRjJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090630/193758.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-30/19:37:58&amp;d=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090630/193758.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-30/19:37:58&amp;d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-4482148335372595347?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/Ka-rJNCVXMY/she-has-no-fear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-has-no-fear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-1373777770925223060</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T18:13:30.879-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tiny Dancer</title><description>LG has been taking ballet since she was about a year and a half old.  She has been taking tap for last year or so....she LOVES it!   She has been taking class through the local rec department.  I have not signed her up for a "dance school" because I just couldn't see paying hundreds of dollars towards costumes for a recital when she is only 4.  There really is no need for it, she is learning all the basics and having a blast with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I think she is getting a little bored with it and ready to move on to big and better things.  I am not sure what we will do come fall.  She is going to play soccer on a real team and she couldn't be more excited....more on that later!  As you know, she also does gymnastics and while she has dropped to only one class a week there just isn't enough time or money to do it all.    We will have to figure it out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was "picture day" for dance class.  It is always very fun to watch the girls but this time it was just plain hilarious!  First, Aminah was in rare form and just chit chatted through the whole thing.  You can also hear her singing "A Whole New World" at the top of her lungs which was making me laugh so hard.  Second, LG had a buddy this time around.  There was the sweetest little girl in the class but she never wanted to go into class.  The teacher paired this little girl up with LG and low and behold she would participate!  The best thing was that for much of the "recital" she wouldn't let go of LG's hand.   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I am so amazed with her progress.  She loves gymnastics and she is getting good.  I am not sure there is a future in it for her because I think she is going to be tall.  Oh well, not worrying about that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at photos from last year and boy has she changed.  LG is quite the big girl!!!  I can't believe she is so BIG!!!!  Look at the difference from last year to now.  No more baby face!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Si3hz2iiV2I/AAAAAAAAAag/oZpQrMdSPCA/s1600-h/IMG_7290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Si3hz2iiV2I/AAAAAAAAAag/oZpQrMdSPCA/s200/IMG_7290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176613688596322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Si3h8qhgKbI/AAAAAAAAAao/C2FORxGiUgo/s1600-h/IMG_8907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Si3h8qhgKbI/AAAAAAAAAao/C2FORxGiUgo/s200/IMG_8907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345176765081856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some videos also.  I realized there are 3 and you don't need to see them all but my mother will KILL ME if she doesn't get to see them all.  Oh and the Uncles too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video is LG on the floor.  She works her butt of to do cartwheels.  She still can't do them perfectly but I have been told that is an age thing.  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LG loves the beam also.  She really works hard on pointing her toes and actually told me today she did a cartwheel at school without pointing her toes and she was mad.  We had to have a talk about what is important.  haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQ1MjEyOTQ1NTYmcHQ9MTI*NDUyMTI5NjU1NSZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQ2ZTZmYjllNDE5NTRlNTE5ZWY3YjY2YjQ5N2U4YmRjJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090608/202902.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-08/20:29:02&amp;d=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090608/202902.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-08/20:29:02&amp;d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bars are the last.  LG HATES to go to the top bar but some how whenever it is "show day" she can pull it off.  I missed her beginning pull over!  She was extremely proud of herself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQ1MjEyNTQ2OTAmcHQ9MTI*NDUyMTI1OTM1NyZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQ2ZTZmYjllNDE5NTRlNTE5ZWY3YjY2YjQ5N2U4YmRjJm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090608/202920.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-08/20:29:20&amp;d=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=0&amp;u=http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/109108/20090608/202920.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/freitasfamily#date/2009-06-08/20:29:20&amp;d=1" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;Photo Printing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2095454602782110799?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/bC4OWorJMmA/my-daughter-gymnast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/Si3hz2iiV2I/AAAAAAAAAag/oZpQrMdSPCA/s72-c/IMG_7290.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-daughter-gymnast.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-3394880742909723276</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T17:02:45.785-07:00</atom:updated><title>Supermodel</title><description>If you have been around this blog for awhile, you know that LG is a ham.  She is full of energy.  Loves to sing and dance.  She is hilarious!  I wanted to take a photo of her recently, but I can't remember why, and this is what ended up happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The basic cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicPDAVCn5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XIELZYVqY00/s1600-h/IMG_8728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicPDAVCn5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XIELZYVqY00/s320/IMG_8728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343256027200659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check me out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOwfdATEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XDfp0HtFgxw/s1600-h/IMG_8729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOwfdATEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XDfp0HtFgxw/s320/IMG_8729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255709138046018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOiZ5UM5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/sSCF58Rmdck/s1600-h/IMG_8730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOiZ5UM5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/sSCF58Rmdck/s320/IMG_8730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255467128009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe like this????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOQeZ7USI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TpAsdV8lRUY/s1600-h/IMG_8733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicOQeZ7USI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TpAsdV8lRUY/s320/IMG_8733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343255159100887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-3394880742909723276?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/6iIBJ4Ivr-g/supermodel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SicPDAVCn5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XIELZYVqY00/s72-c/IMG_8728.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/supermodel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2522564034920458067</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T20:33:35.768-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Lost</title><description>My blog mojo is gone.  I just can't seem to get words onto paper.  My poor mom is bumming because I haven't put up photos in soooooo long.  Maybe by posting a short thing I can start to get my mojo back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, LG and I headed to Gilroy Garden's with a friend and her son. It was the first time we have been.  We had a great time and can't wait to go back!  Here are a few photos from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CB and LG&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXu0UX8TfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/neBMxyiYM-Y/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXu0UX8TfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/neBMxyiYM-Y/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342939115534700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teacup like ride&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXufhoRzpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SSQst_RCc3o/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXufhoRzpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SSQst_RCc3o/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342938758315626130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutie Pie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXuRQKw5uI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1YjN-9rNBHg/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXuRQKw5uI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1YjN-9rNBHg/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342938513110263522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2522564034920458067?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/mQjWqba8E7s/i-am-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SiXu0UX8TfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/neBMxyiYM-Y/s72-c/Picture+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-lost.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-2774144262408403482</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T21:01:23.460-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finally Some Answers</title><description>For the last year, LG has been having accidents.  Poop accidents.  It probably happens once a week and it is maddening.  The other issue is that it happens when she swims, a lot.  I have spent the last year being so frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked the Dr. about it a few times but we have mostly chalked it up to her not wanting to stop what she is doing to go.  I have accepted that answer until recently.  When we were in Palm Springs we went back to swim diapers.  It broke my heart because it broke LG's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago we went to the Dr. for constipation.  We have changed up LG's diet.  Much more water, some juice, less dairy, more fruits and vegetables.  She had gone here and there, enough to not make me worried.  I picked her up from school on Wed. and she told me she had a poop accident.  I try to really not be angry but it is hard.  This time, I was just feeling baffled.  I called up her Dr. and thankfully she could get us in that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG and I went in and after a conversation with myself and LG we decided to do an x-ray to see if we could see anything.  What came back was so sad.  My girl is VERY backed up.  All the way backed up through her bowels and colon.  I feel so bad.  The Dr. said she couldn't believe that she wasn't in pain.  Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now using Miralax which many have told me is a miracle drug.  She is on a full adult dose for one week and then a half dose for another week.  We will then go back and re x-ray to see what has happened.  Thankfully the Dr. assured me that this is very normal in kids her age.  She also told me that the pool pooping is because her body get's so relaxed.  We will be wearing swim diapers for awhile until she is accident free while swimming for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel much better know what is going on.  I am happy that I trusted my gut feeling that something wasn't right.  I think I once promised to not talk about poop ever again but this time I just couldn't hold back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-2774144262408403482?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/40PtzZmsYJ0/finally-some-answers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-some-answers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-7191979733804597458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T21:03:17.185-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yummie Tummie Giveaway</title><description>I am giving away a $100 gift certificate to Yummie Tummie.  Head on over to my &lt;a href="http://freitasfinds.blogspot.com/"&gt;review blog &lt;/a&gt;to check it out!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-7191979733804597458?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/VdrTHkqPRMM/yummie-tummie-giveaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/yummie-tummie-giveaway.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24670675.post-3989356650677563150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T17:34:03.492-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chillaxin'</title><description>Husband opened the door to LG's room yesterday to find her listening to music and laying in bed.  When asking what she was doing she replied, "Chillaxin"  I see the teenage years approaching WAY to quickly!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SgjD43qpt6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/EfAqXEDoay0/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SgjD43qpt6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/EfAqXEDoay0/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334729140403287970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24670675-3989356650677563150?l=familyfreitas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Freitasfamily/~3/NEgNH6DAp8Q/chillaxin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Momma to LG)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-gZdAwopB4/SgjD43qpt6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/EfAqXEDoay0/s72-c/Picture+6.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://familyfreitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/chillaxin.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
