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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2524</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-3085919768621780794</id><published>2017-04-06T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2017-04-06T13:26:26.788-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books"/><title type='text'>Audio Books for Family Road Trips</title><content type='html'>I have a road trip coming up with Liza and Jason so I stopped by the library to grab some audio books. As I was browsing the shelves I was remembering some great audio books we have listened to in the past and thought I would share them. If you have kids and a trip coming up... try to get to the library and grab one or two of the following audio books... It&#39;s a great way to pass the time and not miss the scenery you pass on the way! And I have to say that I enjoy that it is something that everyone in the car can be a part of and talk about. I can&#39;t watch movies while driving... but listening to a good book? No problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaq8y4OeC-k/WOZ2AgtrePI/AAAAAAAAPGc/zYgQ6jE9pUs29QepTnD8LPgzHrf1MWIwwCEw/s1600/ab4.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaq8y4OeC-k/WOZ2AgtrePI/AAAAAAAAPGc/zYgQ6jE9pUs29QepTnD8LPgzHrf1MWIwwCEw/s320/ab4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;277&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Junie B. Jones cracks us all up! Lana Quintal is the perfect reader for this series. The books are short and there are several in a case. We listen to one, and then another. Super cute stories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iff7L4GpG3A/WOZ3esTT4fI/AAAAAAAAPGo/bT2xRYmYyJYUA_82I-39yqFYWagPMutkQCLcB/s1600/ab5.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iff7L4GpG3A/WOZ3esTT4fI/AAAAAAAAPGo/bT2xRYmYyJYUA_82I-39yqFYWagPMutkQCLcB/s1600/ab5.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Liza and Jason love a mystery and the Boxcar Children always have one to solve. We enjoy listening to the stories and trying to figure out who&#39;s guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwPNTUZbqtU/WOZ2AdIY0DI/AAAAAAAAPGg/vElCciX7U5U0YUrdA6UjDl7bHkYw3VCwQCEw/s1600/ab2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pwPNTUZbqtU/WOZ2AdIY0DI/AAAAAAAAPGg/vElCciX7U5U0YUrdA6UjDl7bHkYw3VCwQCEw/s1600/ab2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beverly Cleary&#39;s rib-tickling tale of Henry Huggins&#39; dog Ribsy is a must  for fans of the Klickitat Street gang. Confused, lost, and wet, Ribsy  gets into the wrong car – and before he knows it, lots of little girls  want to give him a bath. All he wants to do is go home to Henry. &quot;A  fabulous listening experience... [Harris] transports the listener  effortlessly into the midst of each situation.&quot;—AudioFile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Can&#39;t go wrong with Neil Patrick Harris! He is definitely an entertaining reader and made this book very enjoyable to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wR0QGeoEMDA/WOZ2AZAtO5I/AAAAAAAAPGg/J4MK4acnUIcOooJzYiFr_pB07r6_pXgJgCEw/s1600/ab3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wR0QGeoEMDA/WOZ2AZAtO5I/AAAAAAAAPGg/J4MK4acnUIcOooJzYiFr_pB07r6_pXgJgCEw/s200/ab3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;summary&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Fourth-graders Hank, Ashley, and Frankie are excitedly preparing for a  magic show at the Rock &#39;N Bowl when Hank&#39;s creative alternative to an  English essay lands him in detention and grounded the week of the show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;summary&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;summary&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Another one for the whole family to enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uULc8qxW7Xk/WOZ2AT8xZjI/AAAAAAAAPGg/SeDK_AdyVPgBX0FM1Hia_devC4bbi-l8wCEw/s1600/ab1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uULc8qxW7Xk/WOZ2AT8xZjI/AAAAAAAAPGg/SeDK_AdyVPgBX0FM1Hia_devC4bbi-l8wCEw/s1600/ab1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;With unspeakable phobias, a need to sleep with three night-lights, and a  horrible allergy to peanut butter, Joe Sherlock is not your typical  neighborhood hero. But fear not, Joe Sherlock always cracks the case...  and just in time for dinner. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This was our favorite ever! All three. They were just FUNNY. Fred Berman brought these books to life!! There are three more books in the series but I don&#39;t want to read them... I want to &lt;i&gt;listen&lt;/i&gt; to them! Unfortunately only the first three are on audio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books had us laughing hard. We listened to one when my mom and dad were in the van with us and they enjoyed it as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Sherlock contains lots of boy humor and mysteries that need to be solved. I just might have to listen to them again sometime because they were that fun to listen to!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3085919768621780794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3085919768621780794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/04/audio-books-for-family-road-trips.html' title='Audio Books for Family Road Trips'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aaq8y4OeC-k/WOZ2AgtrePI/AAAAAAAAPGc/zYgQ6jE9pUs29QepTnD8LPgzHrf1MWIwwCEw/s72-c/ab4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-186729297348561826</id><published>2017-03-24T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2017-03-24T16:30:42.079-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Brave</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the school year Liza came home from school super excited... She was going to learn to play the violin! My creative, musical girl was going to get to play an instrument that she chose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled out the papers, sent in the money and began renting a violin. Liza was bummed when her lessons at school started because they were just plucking and she really wanted to learn how to use the bow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she ran in the door after school with the biggest smile on her face, threw down her backpack, pulled out her violin and started playing with the bow! The excitement and pride were intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to start learning a song to play for the spring concert with the rest of the orchestra. Over and over she told me that she didn&#39;t think she was doing well, that it didn&#39;t sound good, that she couldn&#39;t do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night at bedtime she came to me and said, &quot;There are a couple things really frustrating me right now.&quot; Having to play the violin at the concert in front of people was one of the frustrating things. We talked through it. I emailed with her music teacher. We both encouraged Liza and after a few more weeks she decided she could do it. She was ready. She had started practicing more and was even looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day of the spring concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza walked up onto the stage with her violin and lined up with the rest of the orchestra. She set up her music stand and music... and when it was time... she played. Such an intense look of concentration on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge on her violin broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was still another song to go and she just stood there. Not able to play. Sad. I could see it on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run onto the stage, grab her up and run away. &lt;br /&gt;I knew how much that moment meant to her. &lt;br /&gt;I knew how much she practiced.&lt;br /&gt;I knew how hard she worked to overcome her fears and be up there today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched her hold back her tears, I found that I was sitting in my seat holding back my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her as she exited the stage and we hugged and cried together... but only for a few moments because another grade was doing one song and then she had to go back on with the choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in those three minutes Liza shared that she was disappointed because she really wanted to do it, we hugged, found some tissues, blew our noses and wiped away our tears. We hugged again and then she lined up with the choir and went out and sang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart grew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Liza is a brave girl in so many ways. I am so incredibly proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Liza during her first song before the violin broke. The beginners plucked for Somewhere Over the Rainbow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/33628759435/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;IMG_0003-001&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;IMG_0003-001&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3930/33628759435_a32fb836c0_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;428&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/186729297348561826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/186729297348561826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/03/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-8231521817044484792</id><published>2017-03-17T13:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2017-03-17T13:06:48.976-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy living"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the gym"/><title type='text'>Gym Progress</title><content type='html'>So about three weeks ago I joined the gym. It feels much longer. Already I love my new daily routine... get the kids on the bus and go to the gym. If for some reason I can&#39;t get there in the morning I find that I miss it and make time to go later in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to need someone to tell me what to do so I would stay motivated, but it turns out I&#39;m pretty good at telling myself what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few general goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Strengthen my body.&lt;br /&gt;I do so much sitting around and I&#39;ve become quite weak over the years. Already though I can tell that I am getting stronger. I am adding weight when using the machines and will continue to push myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I make sure to spend a good amount of time stretching. Three weeks ago I could barely touch my toes when my legs were straight out in front of me, and it hurt to even try. Today I can wrap my fingers around my feet. I like stretching! It&#39;s become one of my favorite parts of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Endurance. &lt;br /&gt;Every spring when I go back to work I feel like I am going to die on my third trip up the big hill in a day. Lack of strength and endurance. I am determined to have this year be different! Endurance isn&#39;t the easiest thing for me to work on. I can&#39;t run because I get shin splints within weeks and they get so bad that I can&#39;t do anything else. I have also been having issues with my feet. So I&#39;m limited to low impact things. The elliptical and bike are my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pushups.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason pushups have always been an indicator of strength to me. If I can do pushups, I am strong. If I can&#39;t do them, I am weak. So three times a week I do pushups, and I add one per week. When I started I could barely do one pushup. Today I can barely do three. :) Next week it will be four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really glad that I joined the gym. It&#39;s been a good thing for me and I&#39;m realizing just how much I actually missed being an active person. I am far too good at sitting around and doing nothing, but now I&#39;m locked in to a 12 month commitment at the gym. I&#39;ll be paying... so I better be going! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to just get on track with my eating! I&#39;m getting there. Better choices every day. The scale is moving in the right direction and I am feeling good... but I know I can completely sabotage all my efforts with food... and I don&#39;t want to do that any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s my progress report. I&#39;m glad I joined and I have become a regular at the gym.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8231521817044484792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8231521817044484792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/03/gym-progress.html' title='Gym Progress'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-4088005221891529295</id><published>2017-03-05T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-03-05T15:43:42.103-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy living"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the gym"/><title type='text'>Why I Joined the Gym</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been in a tough place lately.&lt;br /&gt;Worn out. &lt;br /&gt;Almost depressed. &lt;br /&gt;Emotionally exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that it is important for me to put things on my calendar that get me out of the house... especially during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter has been extra tough and I knew I needed to make some real changes and add things to my day... daily... or I might just lose my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been working out really well! (Considering it&#39;s only been a week and a half!) I am a morning person and I am now able to go as soon as the kids get on the bus for school. I&#39;m at the gym by 8am. I love going at this time because I can get in a good workout and still have the entire day left. It&#39;s also pretty empty at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the perfect thing to add to my life. I was feeling quite lazy and weak and wanted to change that. My gym goal is not to lose weight... but to add strength and flexibility. The weight loss will come with changing what I eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the gym. I feel better already... Emotionally better because I am taking care of myself. Physically better because I am challenging my body. I am starting my days right. Getting up and out. Being social. And from there I usually just keep going... working through my to-do list and being productive instead of spending the entire day on the couch in front of whatever Netflix show I&#39;m binging. (Currently Jericho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to my time at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m proud of myself for taking a positive step instead of letting life completely overwhelm me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this new routine might just stick! </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4088005221891529295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4088005221891529295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/03/why-i-joined-gym.html' title='Why I Joined the Gym'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-1722631686701179453</id><published>2017-02-17T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-17T10:59:23.989-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Speech Meet</title><content type='html'>I just got home from watching Jason during the semifinal round of Speech Meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Speech Meet?&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m learning as we go since this is our first experience with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at their school has a &quot;speech&quot; that they have to memorize and perform in front of the class. There are three different categories. Jason chose Bible. I think the others might be poetry and fables... or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a certain amount of days to get their speech memorized and then they perform it in front of their classes. The top two in each category for each class advance to the semifinals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched nervously as Jason stood in a crowded room of judges, parents, and peers and recited his 10 verses about Zacchaeus. He looked so sharp with his hair spiked up and his bow tie on. He spoke clearly and looked around the room. He&#39;s turning 9 on Monday and he just did what so many adults are really afraid to do. Public speaking is tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished off his speech and sat back down with his friends. I watched as he held out his hands and said to his buddy, &quot;My hands are shaking!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great experience for Jason! To realize that he CAN stand in front of a crowd and speak. And he can do it well. And to feel the adrenaline feelings that go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don&#39;t know yet if he advanced to the final round where he will go against students from other schools. His friend that he was up against today also did really well. I&#39;m nervously waiting for the results. But either way... I am SO PROUD of my Jason! He was committed to practicing and doing his best. He overcame nerves. He did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, no matter what the results are from today&#39;s semifinals, he is a winner and he has my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/32799680782/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;003&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;003&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3680/32799680782_c521fb18ec_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;427&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1722631686701179453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1722631686701179453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/speech-meet.html' title='Speech Meet'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-9129298949805838692</id><published>2017-02-15T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-15T09:19:39.165-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversations with Liza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things kids say"/><title type='text'>Mom, There&#39;s a Bad Word In My Book.</title><content type='html'>I realized shortly after moving into our house four and a half years ago that we would be having conversations with our kids about words they heard very soon... much sooner than we had hoped we would have to. When your house is ten feet from the sidewalk and people are constantly walking by... and when the playground is just across the street... words float in our windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wouldn&#39;t be able to keep my kids from hearing them, so I started asking them daily... &quot;Have you heard or seen anything that you have questions about?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they started asking us about the words they heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope was that they would become comfortable talking to me about anything, that they would trust me enough to ask, and that since we started talking about those words when they were in kindergarten and first grade that they wouldn&#39;t feel the need to use them when they hit middle school and all the kids were trying them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if my plan will work out as I hope... but I do know that we are building a comfort level with the awkward conversations. Liza and Jason ask about words all the time now. There is no shame in saying them when asking. But sometimes they still surprise me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-contents=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;15op6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;15op6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;15op6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;Like in this recent conversation with Liza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5pj9q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5pj9q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5pj9q-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7eo6g-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;7eo6g-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;7eo6g-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;LIZA: Mom, there&#39;s a bad word in the book I&#39;m reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bv812-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bv812-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;bv812-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;ME: What&#39;s the word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bpa3m-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;bpa3m-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;bpa3m-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;LIZA: *shows me the book and points to the word retard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9s3a-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;9s3a-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;9s3a-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;ME: Do you know what that word means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5k138-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5k138-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5k138-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;LIZA: Yeah. Doesn&#39;t it mean like bitch or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ebd6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;2ebd6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;2ebd6-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;ME: *laughing so hard inside!* Well, not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5it4r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;5it4r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;5it4r-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;br data-text=&quot;true&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-block=&quot;true&quot; data-editor=&quot;5sd7s&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;I explained what it means and why it&#39;s not a nice word to use. (She was reading Percy Jackson.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;_1mf _1mj&quot; data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-offset-key=&quot;224gb-0-0&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-text=&quot;true&quot;&gt;And then I felt so content. Liza doesn&#39;t run around using the word bitch... but she was comfortable enough to know that she could just say it to me to explain what she was thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope conversation is always this easy between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/9129298949805838692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/9129298949805838692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/mom-theres-bad-word-in-my-book.html' title='Mom, There&#39;s a Bad Word In My Book.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-1107329776032441272</id><published>2017-02-12T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-12T11:42:45.433-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentine&#39;s day"/><title type='text'>Relationships Are Messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUlV8uoRH5U/WKB8uYdiALI/AAAAAAAAPEA/t0NyejkMOtoghH2BamQDbWmlPgC0-8uXQCLcB/s1600/vday.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUlV8uoRH5U/WKB8uYdiALI/AAAAAAAAPEA/t0NyejkMOtoghH2BamQDbWmlPgC0-8uXQCLcB/s320/vday.png&quot; width=&quot;228&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw the above quote while scrolling down Facebook the other day and my mind screamed &quot;LIE! It&#39;s a lie!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass around fluffy quotes. The people that pass them around are usually in a good place in their relationship. They are in a place where it still feels amazing all the time. They are young. They are dreamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once one of those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I don&#39;t know... I&#39;ve been married for 14 years now and I have been in a REAL relationship, even the &quot;right relationship&quot; as I&#39;ve seen this quote say as well, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but not every day is going to be like Valentine&#39;s day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are going to be hard. &lt;br /&gt;Some days will be filled with stress and fighting. &lt;br /&gt;And some days will feel like Valentine&#39;s Day... but not every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn&#39;t it get boring if every day was like Valentine&#39;s Day anyways? Wouldn&#39;t it lose it&#39;s appeal because it would become the routine and expectation and there is no surprise in routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe .0001% of relationships will find this quote to be true through their entire life. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are it won&#39;t be yours. And I don&#39;t say that to be mean (although I am a bit jaded). I say it to prepare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are messy because life is messy... people are messy.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1107329776032441272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1107329776032441272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/relationships-are-messy.html' title='Relationships Are Messy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KUlV8uoRH5U/WKB8uYdiALI/AAAAAAAAPEA/t0NyejkMOtoghH2BamQDbWmlPgC0-8uXQCLcB/s72-c/vday.png" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-6047683627661584891</id><published>2017-02-10T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-10T08:48:10.936-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><title type='text'>Monster Trucks Movie... and How It Became Jason&#39;s New Favorite</title><content type='html'>Back in November, on a day we didn&#39;t have school, I took the kids to see a movie. It was the first time we had seen a preview for, or even heard of, Monster Trucks. After the preview ran Jason looked at me with his big blue eyes full of excitement and wonder and said, &quot;We have. to see. that movie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December we went back to the theater to see another movie. It&#39;s what we do on days off. Again, we saw a preview and posters for Monster Trucks and Jason went on and on about how he really had to see that movie and couldn&#39;t wait for it to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, we had another day off of school... so we went to see Monster Trucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason woke up excited. &lt;br /&gt;And then he shared that he was nervous. He was afraid that he had let his expectations run too high. What if he didn&#39;t like the movie as much as he thought he would? What if it was a let down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for his sake that he would love the movie as much as he had been hoping he would for the past two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theater we go to is about 35 minutes away and I loved looking in the rearview mirror to see Jason hugging his stuffed animal that he brought along for the ride. I loved listening to him talk about his hopes for the movie and his nerves because of his expectation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I loved snuggling with him at the theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching him as he sat on the edge of his seat completely involved with the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was over, he once again turned to me with those big blue eyes and said &quot;That was AWESOME!!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations not only met, but exceeded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on and on about the movie. He loved every second of it and said that it&#39;s going to be a really REALLY long time before he has a new favorite movie, IF he ever has a new favorite movie. Monster Trucks is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; cute! I enjoyed it. It was a silly, unrealistic, feel good movie. It was clean and so appropriate for kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason&#39;s birthday is coming up and I thought I had it easy... get him the movie and some Monster Trucks toys/products. But nope. The movie won&#39;t be released on DVD in time and I can&#39;t find any Monster Truck stuff anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he&#39;ll be getting a &quot;coupon&quot; saying he&#39;ll get the Monster Trucks movie the day it comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven&#39;t watched it... you should! Especially if you have an eight year old boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNx1Qn-pgVo/WJ3Dra0VaLI/AAAAAAAAPDw/aEjPAEppv0A20IJA2WehstZxw0WUjE3lwCLcB/s1600/Monster-Trucks-new-poster.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNx1Qn-pgVo/WJ3Dra0VaLI/AAAAAAAAPDw/aEjPAEppv0A20IJA2WehstZxw0WUjE3lwCLcB/s400/Monster-Trucks-new-poster.jpg&quot; width=&quot;255&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6047683627661584891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6047683627661584891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/monster-trucks-movie-and-how-it-became.html' title='Monster Trucks Movie... and How It Became Jason&#39;s New Favorite'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNx1Qn-pgVo/WJ3Dra0VaLI/AAAAAAAAPDw/aEjPAEppv0A20IJA2WehstZxw0WUjE3lwCLcB/s72-c/Monster-Trucks-new-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-4871929411004124417</id><published>2017-02-07T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-07T15:16:47.957-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life happens"/><title type='text'>The Evolution of My Blog</title><content type='html'>I took a long, unplanned break from blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I love to write. I enjoy sharing my life but I also process through sharing. Sometimes I start a post and I have no idea where it is going to go, but by the end I&#39;m writing out things I hadn&#39;t even thought of and I land in a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started blogging I titled my blog &quot;Life Happens&quot;... because life happens and how we deal with it determines who we become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I found myself in a really good place and I changed the name to A Hearty Overflow. I wanted something fresh and &quot;out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found myself in a place where my overflow was anything but hearty and it became hard to write in the space that was titled A Hearty Overflow. So I did another rename and made it Laura Lately... because I can keep that one no matter where I find myself in life. Good times and bad times... it can all fall under Laura Lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Laura lately is an angry, hurting, jaded person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I stopped writing. I felt my soul had become too dark and nothing I would share would be uplifting. I didn&#39;t think anyone would want to read about my angry heart and jaded thoughts. So I didn&#39;t write. I didn&#39;t process. I didn&#39;t share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing. I miss the process. I want to blog again. I don&#39;t know if it will be often or few and far between. But I want to write. I want to share my angry heart and jaded thoughts... because that is who I am right now. And just maybe... through writing, I&#39;ll start to process again and in the end land in a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4871929411004124417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4871929411004124417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-evolution-of-my-blog.html' title='The Evolution of My Blog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-34993719434910056</id><published>2017-02-06T09:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-06T09:19:18.618-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life happens"/><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Bittersweet...&lt;br /&gt;Adjective meaning pleasant but tinged with sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is bittersweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream has come true.&lt;br /&gt;Our school is a school again!&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s the pleasant part of bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tinged with sadness part is that my kids are miles away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of cried twice by 8:15 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was because the dairy truck came to make a delivery of milk to the school. You know how smells will bring up memories? Well it is sounds for me today. And that truck... we used to hear it every Monday - Friday around the time we would be just waking up to get ready for the school day. I heard it today for the first time in a year and a half and didn&#39;t even realize how much I missed that sound. It was something steady. Something we could count on. And now it&#39;s back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I cried was after I dropped my kids off at their school. We missed the bus for the first time ever today. (We have a sub driver who apparently has been coming ridiculously early, but since we were sick most of last week we missed that memo.) We walked back from our bus stop as staff was arriving at the school across the street and then we drove to our school. As I drove, and drove, and drove, I was reminded just how far away my kids are. I&#39;m ok with my kids being far away. But today the reminder wasn&#39;t needed. Today was the wrong day to miss the bus and have to make that drive myself. I cried the whole way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buses are now arriving across the street. The building has life once again. (The sweet part.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my emotions are all over the place. (And now I&#39;m kind of crying again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked (seriously) with some moms that have kids coming into the school across the street now that I would host support group this morning for anyone who needed it... but I think I&#39;m the one who needs a support group. There are no handbooks on how to deal with this situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve declared for myself a day of Netflix and crochet. And puzzling. Anything to distract me from what is happening across the street... because it&#39;s scratched open wounds, hurt, sadness... and I&#39;m just not sure I&#39;m ready to deal with it all just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/34993719434910056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/34993719434910056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-1594638134804788606</id><published>2017-02-05T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-05T13:13:20.391-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>I find myself in a conflicted place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school across the street is reopening.&lt;br /&gt;But it is not reopening for my kids and my community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought our house across the street from the school so our kids could go there. We loved walking to school. We loved that all of their friends lived in walking distance of us. We loved the staff. We just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I poured my heart and soul into trying to keep that school open. I  lost sleep, sat through hours and hours of meetings, cried buckets of  tears, and nearly broke. I became angry. I became jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started feeling personal... even though I know it wasn&#39;t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My property line became the great divide. Everyone to my left gets to go to the school three blocks down the road. Me and everyone to my right got bused four miles away... to the school we originally chose not to go to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most, when school started back up the following year and everyone was in their new places, it was over for them. They could work on settling and moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn&#39;t the case for me. I had to continue to pay attention to what was happening because I had to worry about who would move into the empty building across the street. There were more long meetings to sit through. More information to hold on to. More tears and frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... now it&#39;s a school again... because another one in the district has lead, copper, and e coli in the water. They need a place to finish out the year while the issues at their building get fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched all week as they worked non-stop to reopen the building and transfer all the stuff from one school to another. One moment I would find myself near tears. The next excited. Excited for the empty hole in my neighborhood to be filled in the best way possible once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found myself near tears again because my kids wouldn&#39;t be there. My neighbors wouldn&#39;t be there. In fact, I won&#39;t know anyone there at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning they come. I&#39;m sure they will be nervous and excited to be in a new place. But my kids will continue to say &quot;No fair!!&quot; They want to be back there. They want the school back that they never wanted to leave. The school that they cried for. The school they will always miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure what will happen tomorrow. I don&#39;t know if I&#39;ll cry because it feels so unfair... or if I&#39;ll be at peace with it being full of life again. I&#39;ll probably be back and forth between those emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just have to keep reminding myself of the things I tell my kids... Those kids need it more right now. And we have to remember that it won&#39;t be &quot;our school&quot;. It won&#39;t have the teachers we had. Our friends and neighbors won&#39;t be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Jason are really happy where they are, in private school. They love it. But that doesn&#39;t make this situation easy. (I wish I had a picture of the look on their faces when I told them the news!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silver lining... I don&#39;t have to worry about the sale of the building for the next few months. And there will be the sound of children in my neighborhood again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a way... this makes it a little easier to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m calling it the encore.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1594638134804788606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1594638134804788606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2017/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-4987922005799998241</id><published>2016-12-18T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-12-18T07:34:35.183-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - What We Learned</title><content type='html'>I feel like we started the Whole30 a lifetime ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do it because Liza had several skin issues. I had taken her to the doctor and found that the thing on her inner elbow was eczema. She also had molluscum, a virus that you can&#39;t do anything about and can take 1 1/2 to 2 years to clear up... and it spreads if you itch it... and it&#39;s itchy. And she also had what was looking like the beginnings of psoriasis on her elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hope with the Whole30 was that the skin issues would clear up as we got her body healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we didn&#39;t see as much of a change as we had hoped for, I believe we have definitely seen some progress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most surprising is that the molluscum has completely cleared up! She had several spots of it on her arms and legs and it&#39;s all gone. Except two spots in the middle of her eczema... if they are even actually molluscum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eczema hasn&#39;t completely cleared up, but I believe it is looking much better than it did a month and a half ago. Here are some pictures that I took throughout the Whole30. The first is two days in when we were still using the prescribed cream. When we started using the cream it flared up real red. We stopped using it. The second picture is midway through. The last picture is from the last day of the reintroduction phase. I think the eczema doesn&#39;t look as deep, if that makes sense. The little bumps in the middle of it are getting smaller. And actually, it appears that the entire thing is getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NF-PSpuxho/WFZ_4spGKRI/AAAAAAAAPCA/PuyL0RsLFvQ7evGsn2FZ2XjVulDnrWvdQCLcB/s1600/arm1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NF-PSpuxho/WFZ_4spGKRI/AAAAAAAAPCA/PuyL0RsLFvQ7evGsn2FZ2XjVulDnrWvdQCLcB/s320/arm1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYLmlcn0-s/WFZ_8MepksI/AAAAAAAAPCE/Rw27n-W7owApe5zoJzQ3CedN4pSQ4G_YACLcB/s1600/arm2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYLmlcn0-s/WFZ_8MepksI/AAAAAAAAPCE/Rw27n-W7owApe5zoJzQ3CedN4pSQ4G_YACLcB/s320/arm2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOerKl4zsmk/WFaAg4bJOCI/AAAAAAAAPCI/5Gopjqgl0GcElRgSj40-qkAXrJgXTSCywCLcB/s1600/arm.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOerKl4zsmk/WFaAg4bJOCI/AAAAAAAAPCI/5Gopjqgl0GcElRgSj40-qkAXrJgXTSCywCLcB/s320/arm.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psoriasis (or whatever it was) on her elbows also seemed to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that we ended up dealing with a completely new rash. It was all over her face and arms. (Maybe it&#39;s still psoriasis?) The doctor didn&#39;t know what it was. It seems to come in waves... she gets really red and the skin gets dry and tough. Then it fades and the dry skin peels off. A week later, it comes back. This has happened three times now. We are clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s what happened with Liza&#39;s skin issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I have been asked the most is &quot;was it worth it?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it to make the whole family do a whole30? To do all that thinking and prepping and cooking? Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;br /&gt;Absolutely yes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there were days where I wanted to collapse on the kitchen floor, curl up in fetal position, and never face the dishes ever again. (I really need a dishwasher!) But it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Jason learned what a healthy stomach feels like. &lt;br /&gt;They learned that they feel more awake when they eat healthy.&lt;br /&gt;We tried lots of new foods.&lt;br /&gt;The kids learned that they actually do like several foods that they thought they didn&#39;t like. &lt;br /&gt;They also learned that they can do something really hard if they make the decision to do it, and then stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Jason learned how good it feels to follow through, to not cheat, to do it right. There were so many times that they were faced with tough situations... birthday treats at school, pop at church, birthday parties... and I could just see on their faces how proud they were of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they learned just how strong they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... even if we didn&#39;t see any improvement in Liza&#39;s skin issues... it would still be worth it... simply for the invaluable lessons my kids were able to learn at 8 and 10 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been enjoying being able to eat a variety of foods again... maybe a little too much. Between the kids&#39; Christmas parties at school on Friday and two Christmas parties yesterday... we all feel gross. But since we have done the Whole30 and we all were able to recognize how good our stomachs felt... we are now able to recognize just how gross too much of the wrong foods make us feel, and we don&#39;t like it! Hopefully this will help us as we move forward with making healthier choices more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s the end of our Whole Family Whole30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4987922005799998241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4987922005799998241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/12/whole-family-whole30-what-we-learned.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - What We Learned'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NF-PSpuxho/WFZ_4spGKRI/AAAAAAAAPCA/PuyL0RsLFvQ7evGsn2FZ2XjVulDnrWvdQCLcB/s72-c/arm1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-3451959172384663640</id><published>2016-12-15T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-12-15T07:01:39.062-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - Reintroduction</title><content type='html'>We have spent the past two weeks reintroducing foods that are cut out during the Whole30. I figured we aren&#39;t going to do a Whole30 again for a loooong time so I better take advantage of the opportunity to find out if anyone besides me has immediately noticeable issues with any of the foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reintroducing foods you have one food group at a time. So day 1 of reintroduction we did dairy. Then we did two days of strict Whole30. Next we did legumes. Then two days of Whole30. And so on until we were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it went for us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dairy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I already know I have issues with dairy so I did my own thing on this day. I had a salad from a restaurant that I like to get to see how I felt after having it. I was fine! Thank goodness there is still something good I can eat! I also had the dairy free ice cream I get. Not worth it. I felt so incredibly disgusting after eating it. I hated my stomach and my stomach hated me. I was up all night with cramps. It&#39;s helpful to be able to name exactly how I feel after eating something. I think I&#39;m finally ready to break up with ice cream completely. I&#39;ll miss it like I miss cheese... but sometimes we have to say &quot;not worth it&quot; and move on. &lt;br /&gt;*Mike and the kids had yogurt for breakfast. You would have thought it was the world&#39;s best dessert with all the MMmmmm-ing coming from my little people. &lt;br /&gt;*Cheese for lunch. Ice cream for dessert after dinner. Again... you would have thought my kids were visiting heaven. &lt;br /&gt;*I&#39;m the only one with obvious dairy issues. I&#39;m glad no one else noticed problems... but... no fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Legumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peanut butter on a banana for breakfast. I think Liza and Jason would have ate the entire jar if I would have let them. They sure do miss their peanut butter! Almond butter is good... but it&#39;s just not peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;*Peas for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;*Chili with beans for dinner. Mike and I both realized that our stomachs didn&#39;t feel quite right after this meal. Those beans were definitely affecting us. I was all crampy and bloated. Go figure. Just another thing I have to watch when eating. Food is really becoming not so fun for me! I like chili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluten Grains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This was another day where I already knew my issues so I again tried some different things that I like to have to see how I feel after eating them. I get a gluten free granola cereal once in a while... not worth it. Not fulfilling at all and just felt heavy in my stomach. I really need to find a breakfast food other than eggs!!&lt;br /&gt;*The others had a bagel for breakfast. The night before you would have thought it was Christmas Eve. Liza and Jason kept saying things like, &quot;I can&#39;t wait for tomorrow!!! Bagels for breakfast!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;*Pasta for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;*Hamburgers WITH A BUN for dinner. Jason said, &quot;I think I&#39;ll just eat the bun plain.&quot; And as he was eating he said, &quot;I can&#39;t believe I&#39;ve gone a MONTH without this stuff!!&quot; Oh the torture I have put my kids through!&lt;br /&gt;*I had a gluten free bun. It&#39;s just not the same. But I didn&#39;t feel disgusting after having it so woo hoo! Something I can still eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Non-gluten Grains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oatmeal for breakfast... with a little bit of sugar, because plain oatmeal isn&#39;t that exciting. Actually, I hate oatmeal, so I didn&#39;t have any.&lt;br /&gt;*Corn for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;*Rice for dinner. It was soooooo nice to have a side that isn&#39;t potato! I need a break from potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wrapped up our Whole30 experience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our first day off the Whole30. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when Jason woke up, the first thing he said to me was, &quot;Last Day!!!&quot; And Liza spent her morning singing songs about how happy she was that she would be able to eat &lt;i&gt;food &lt;/i&gt;the next day. As if I haven&#39;t been feeding her for the past month and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are ordering pizza for dinner. (A salad for me because pizza is no longer on my foods I can eat list. I miss it!!) I&#39;m tired of cooking. And the kids deserve a treat. They did soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of treats... around 7:00 last night I looked at the kids and said... &lt;br /&gt;ME: Guess what time it is!?&lt;br /&gt;THEM: What? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sugar time!&lt;br /&gt;THEM: *confused* What? Sugar? NOW!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let them have some candy. They were as giddy as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate some of the dairy free chocolate that Aldi has and immediately felt gross. Another not worth it thing. I had been craving it for two weeks and was so excited to have chocolate again... but it didn&#39;t taste nearly as good as I remembered it tasting. And I wasn&#39;t able to sleep well because my stomach hurt and cramped all night. I guess I have to break up with my dairy free chocolate too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with all the things I can&#39;t eat... crackers, cheese, pizza, chocolate, etc... that it would be easy for me to stay skinny. It SHOULD be easy! But somehow I always manage to just put the pounds back on. But speaking of pounds... I lost 8 doing the Whole30 and that has me motivated to not go completely off the rails during all the Christmas celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is long enough. I&#39;ll write again tomorrow with my answer to the question I have been asked the most... &lt;i&gt;Was it worth it?&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3451959172384663640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3451959172384663640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/12/whole-family-whole30-reintroduction.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - Reintroduction'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-7569850981055152039</id><published>2016-12-04T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-12-04T12:37:08.965-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - We made it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza and Jason have been counting down the days to Thanksgiving... to stuffing and dessert! So I took the opportunity to talk to them about how they feel when they eat well. They both acknowledged again that they like how their stomachs feel... but Liza surprised me when she said, &quot;I feel more awake!&quot; Jason admitted that he did as well and we realized that Liza has been waking up a lot easier in the mornings. We used to have to kind of drag her out of bed, but now she just pops up and is ready to go. Or she is already awake when it&#39;s time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They seriously can&#39;t wait for Thanksgiving dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;*I didn&#39;t end up having any cheats because I already know the effects of gluten and dairy and just stuck to things that end up being whole30 approved anyways. But Mike, Liza and Jason all enjoyed the full meal and dessert. I thought they were going to lick their dessert plates. &lt;br /&gt;*Mike and Jason claim they felt fine after eating everything. Full, maybe bloated... but overall fine. Liza&#39;s stomach got crampy. We&#39;ll have to sort that out in the reintroduction and see if it&#39;s something specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza&#39;s feet are bothering her today. Achy and restless feeling. Could it be a result of something she ate last night? Who knows. I do know that when I reintroduced dairy after my last w30 that my legs got really achy. It&#39;s a feeling I had been having often, but haven&#39;t had since going dairy free. Again.... looking forward to what we learn during the reintroduction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*While we were grocery shopping, Jason pointed to an eggplant and asked if we could get one. We never cooked one up before. But for 99cents?? Why not! I love that Liza and Jason are more adventurous with food. Trying so many things that they never would have tried before. Asking me to buy things I normally don&#39;t by so we can try them. This has been an interesting experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Our town has an awesome Christmas parade, so we spent our evening at that. Last year was the first time we went, but tradition was started. Go to the parade, collect tons of candy, come home, have hot drinks and sort the candy while watching a movie. We had to have hot tea instead of hot chocolate, and they were definitely tempted while playing with their candy. But it&#39;s all sorted and hidden with their Halloween candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nllS8g-4ARU/WERQfNxBihI/AAAAAAAAPBM/gOeoK0HGK04vj4AvoAtpxyG264gXXiZdwCLcB/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;425&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nllS8g-4ARU/WERQfNxBihI/AAAAAAAAPBM/gOeoK0HGK04vj4AvoAtpxyG264gXXiZdwCLcB/s640/IMG_0111.JPG&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is it over yet? I am sooo tired of cooking. And packing difficult to pack lunches. I just want food to be easy again! I want some meals that aren&#39;t a lot of work. And I REALLY want someone to come do my dishes for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I&#39;ve been unusually tired. That&#39;s odd for a w30. I usually sleep really well when I&#39;m eating well, but I think stress is winning this week and keeping me from sleeping well... and causing the exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;*We are all really wanting some good snacks... like chocolate. Liza and Jason can&#39;t wait for dairy reintroduction day because they get ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We decided we&#39;ll be going a few extra days. I want to do dairy reintroduction on Sunday when we don&#39;t have anything else going on. Then legumes mid-week, gluten the following weekend, non-gluten grains mid-week. Then we will be done... just in time for the Christmas parties!&lt;br /&gt;*Mike cooked up the eggplant today... so good! Breaded with almond flour and topped with crushed tomatoes and some seasoning. We had burgers tonight too... no buns. But I found that the eggplant on top of the burger is delicious! I&#39;m so excited to have a new side! Jason and Liza thought it was good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jason came home from school today, looked at me with his sad face and said, &quot;During Global Learning Lab the teacher made a meal from Brazil (they&#39;ve been learning about Brazil all quarter) and I couldn&#39;t eat it.&quot; I asked if it was hard and he said yes. But he loves how strong he feels for sticking to the plan instead of giving in. He&#39;s been amazing. I think he has had the most challenges of all of us and he has stayed strong each time! &lt;br /&gt;*Liza faced the same challenge at school... but she remembered that she had an extra Lara Bar in her backpack for occasions like this and was allowed to eat it. Jason was really bummed that he didn&#39;t think of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Still going. &lt;br /&gt;*I didn&#39;t think it was possible... but I&#39;m getting tired of potatoes. We have potatoes as a side nearly every night. I want rice. Or quinoa. Or something other than potatoes!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now that the 30 days are officially over we are finding it harder and harder to stay motivated. I sent Mike to TJMaxx to hunt down the last packs of potato chips that fit w30... even though w30 discourages snacking. But all the ingredients are compliant so we ate... or more like devoured the small bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jason faced another challenge today... a birthday party. Pizza, chips, cake. He told me it was probably the hardest challenge of the whole whole30 for him because they had ice cream cake. But I sent him with some of his own food and when I went back to get him, some of the other moms that were there were telling me how they were encouraging him and surprised at how well he is doing with the diet. Jason is amazing! Liza might have just wanted to skip the party... She went out with Mike this morning and they stopped at the coffee/bake shop so Mike could get a coffee and Liza stayed in the car because she didn&#39;t want to have to look at all the yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today starts the reintroduction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can&#39;t believe we actually did an entire month... and then some! And that we are sticking it out for the reintroduction. Liza and Jason continue to amaze me with their strength. They have passed up birthday treats at school. They have sat by their friends at lunch watching them eat sandwiches and desserts and doritoes, and yet they remained so strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t see as much change in Liza&#39;s issues as I had hoped for, but that doesn&#39;t mean the w30 was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;1. We are more healthy. &lt;br /&gt;2. I lost 5.5 pounds and Mike lost more. (Jerk)&lt;br /&gt;3. We all feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;4. We learned that we CAN say no to foods.&lt;br /&gt;5. We have had great discussions about being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;6. We found new foods that we like. &lt;br /&gt;7. Liza&#39;s molluscum is almost all cleared up. &lt;br /&gt;8. Her eczema is looking sooo much better and I hope it continues to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest skin issue that started a week before we started the w30... it seemed to just take over her arms mid-way through the w30. It has been a bit discouraging because we were hoping for solutions and instead got a worse rash. But we are going to continue looking for the cause of Liza&#39;s skin issues and we won&#39;t give up until we find real answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so glad we did the w30 as a family. It&#39;s been an experience and I wish I would have kept track of how many apples, bananas and potatoes we have gone through! I&#39;m certain it&#39;s a ridiculous amount! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the reintroduction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/7569850981055152039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/7569850981055152039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/12/whole-family-whole30-we-made-it.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - We made it!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nllS8g-4ARU/WERQfNxBihI/AAAAAAAAPBM/gOeoK0HGK04vj4AvoAtpxyG264gXXiZdwCLcB/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-1522294354467463893</id><published>2016-11-22T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-11-22T17:35:30.572-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We made it halfway! &lt;br /&gt;*We went to see a movie today. The theater we like is 50 minutes away and we always go to the early movies that start around 11:30. This causes a problem... when to eat lunch? 10:30 is too early. And after the movie is way too late. So we usually pack... and that&#39;s easy when you can just pack a PBJ and a cheese stick. W30 complicates things. We ended up with tuna mixed with salsa and homemade mayo, and cucumber slices to put it on. And then we ate on the way. Liza and Jason ended up making a bit of a mess... but it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The molluscum on Liza&#39;s arms continues to get better and better! We are pretty excited about this!&lt;br /&gt;*I am soooo over cooking. And doing dishes. If only I had a dishwasher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza and Jason are counting down to Thanksgiving when they will be allowed to go off plan for a meal to celebrate. They are talking about how they can&#39;t wait to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;feast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Honestly... I can&#39;t believe we have made it this far. When we first started I thought we might make it two weeks and then have to adjust. But nope. We are still rockin&#39; the Whole30!!&lt;br /&gt;*It helps that every morning when I look at Liza&#39;s skin issues I see more and more improvement! More of the molluscum is GONE!! This is really exciting to me and Liza.&lt;br /&gt;*We are starting to repeat meals. I hope the kids don&#39;t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I really REALLY wish I had a dishwasher. I am sooo tired of doing all the dishes that go with all the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;*I&#39;m an emotional eater and I have had sooo much stress lately and just want to EAT. Not W30 food... emotional eating food. It&#39;s been a struggle but I&#39;ve stayed the course. But I really really want some chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza and Jason are eating foods that they used to always say they didn&#39;t like... foods like peppers and onions! And cabbage. &lt;br /&gt;*Liza&#39;s skin issues keep looking better and better, but I don&#39;t think it will be all the way clear by 30 days. She also got a new rash a few days ago on her face and arms. It seems to be clearing but it&#39;s weird. The doc doesn&#39;t even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Three weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone is starting to think about the reintroduction. And Thanksgiving. Jason just wants some bread!&lt;br /&gt;*Mike gets laid off from roofing every winter. He started up his part time winter job today... at our neighborhood bakery! Talk about temptation!&lt;br /&gt;*The new rashy thing that Liza developed is still a problem. It almost looks like it could be more eczema on her arms... but I don&#39;t really think that is what it is. At least I hope it isn&#39;t!!! Because the patch that has been there for a year is looking really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I at? &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tired of cooking. &lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tired of doing the dishes. &lt;br /&gt;I want to eat all the things I can not eat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I want to quit... but for Liza... I won&#39;t. I will continue through this w30 because my kids are rocking it like champs! They are so strong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1522294354467463893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/1522294354467463893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/11/whole-family-whole30-notes-on-week-3.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on Week 3'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-861254591537945765</id><published>2016-11-16T13:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2016-11-16T13:36:26.800-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on Week 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had a total meltdown while cooking dinner. I was just overwhelmed with stress and I didn&#39;t realize how involved dinner was... and I lost it for a bit. But dinner turned out to be sooo good! A casserole... and it&#39;s been a loooong time since I&#39;ve had a casserole.&lt;br /&gt;*Liza realized that she had a small cheat yesterday. She didn&#39;t even realize it until today. Her math teacher rewards with mini laffy taffy. Liza said as she looked at the container of laffy taffy today it came to her... she ate one yesterday. I love that she was honest and it&#39;s also kind of funny that it took her an entire day to realize that SHE ATE A PIECE OF CANDY ON THE W30! :)&lt;br /&gt;*I was really tired today. I hope the energy phase hits soon. &lt;br /&gt;*I am wearing clothes that I wouldn&#39;t have dared to wear a week ago. It&#39;s amazing how different I feel without all those pounds of bloat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza had a dream that she was eating a piece of cherry pie and realized that it wasn&#39;t something she should eat on w30... so we decided she could eat half of it and then it would only be half cheating.&lt;br /&gt;*Me and Mike were discussing how well Liza and Jason are doing. It seems they have just accepted that this is what we are doing. They rarely talk about foods they wish they could have and they don&#39;t ask for snacks anymore. I believe it&#39;s because our meals are fulfilling and they don&#39;t feel like they need a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One of the things I wasn&#39;t looking forward to was having to get breakfast for the kids every morning. They were always so good about getting a bowl of cereal or a bagel or making oatmeal on their own. I&#39;m happy to report that they are back to being independent at breakfast! They have both learned to make the banana breakfast on their own and Jason makes his own eggs in the microwave. (It&#39;s how Mike does it and that&#39;s how Jason likes them now.)&lt;br /&gt;*We had an interesting conversation today... &lt;br /&gt;JASON: I can&#39;t wait until we can eat real food again.&lt;br /&gt;ME: What do you mean? We ARE eating real food.&lt;br /&gt;LIZA: Real food like pizza!&lt;br /&gt;JASON: And bread. And cereal. And stuff like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jason was invited to a play date today where there would be pizza and snacks. We ate lunch before we went and packed some w30 snacks so he would have something eat when everyone else ate. &lt;br /&gt;*I&#39;ve been liking having meals in the crockpot this week. Makes dinner time a lot easier. &lt;br /&gt;*I can not tell at all if Liza&#39;s eczema is improving or not. Of course, it&#39;s still early in the plan so we&#39;ll just keep watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Days 12 and 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nothing to report. W30 is starting to feel normal around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While I can&#39;t really tell what is happening with Liza&#39;s eczema, I have noticed something else. She also has molluscum. We were told this is a virus and... basically it look like pimple type spots. Near her armpit. And it was spreading. We were also told that there is nothing you can do to treat it and it could take up to two years to clear up! BUT!!!! It&#39;s going away! Ever since starting the diet it&#39;s like they are just drying up and going away. There are some molluscum spots in the middle of her eczema and I read that eczema sometimes forms around molluscum. Those spots are getting smaller as well so we are anxiously waiting to see what happens as the molluscum continues to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;*Today was a fun mail day for Liza and Jason. They got cards of encouragement and $5 from their grandma and grandpa for doing so good with such a tough thing. They also got tea and a note from a friend of mine that wanted to encourage them. They were so excited and immediately made some tea! They enjoyed having a flavorful drink... because sometimes water gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30996466156/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;001&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;001&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c5.staticflickr.com/6/5724/30996466156_3cebd7e3d7_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recipes we loved this week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://livinglovingpaleo.com/2013/11/14/chicken-zoodle-soup/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chicken Zoodle Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.noshtastic.com/company-pot-roast-gluten-free-paleo-and-whole-30/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Roast in the crockpot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://livinglovingpaleo.com/2015/12/18/turkey-broccoli-mashed-cauliflower-layered-casserole/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Turkey, Broccoli, and Mashed Cauliflower Casserole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://slowcooker-freezer.cooktopcove.com/2016/04/27/10-delicious-freezer-meal-recipes-to-dump-into-the-slow-cooker/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Chicken Apple and Sweet Potato&lt;/a&gt; - Crockpot meal, the kids didn&#39;t really like it but I thought it was good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen grapes are a great snack. </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/861254591537945765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/861254591537945765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/11/whole-family-whole30-notes-on-week-2.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on Week 2'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-496626105920301422</id><published>2016-11-07T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-11-07T19:05:55.125-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on the first week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We were motivated. &lt;br /&gt;*There were lots of questions about what we could and could not eat. &lt;br /&gt;*Things got tough when the kids got home from school and claimed &lt;i&gt;I can&#39;t do this&lt;/i&gt;. I didn&#39;t do a good job with their lunches and felt pretty bad about that. I was determined to do better.&lt;br /&gt;*We made it to the end of the day and I rewarded the kids with a fruit smoothie. Not totally Whole30 legit as the Whole30 people frown upon smoothies or too much fruit at once. But hey... I had to keep in mind that they are only 8 and 10 and they are doing a diet that most adults will never bother to try because they say they just couldn&#39;t do it. And I had to keep our goal in mind, which is to determine if food is a factor in Liza&#39;s eczema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping and saw emoji mugs with my kids favorite emojis. I bought them with the plan to put all the food in the emoji bowls because how could anything taste bad in them!? I gave them to the kids and they had their dinner in them. Jason said, &quot;These bowls just saved the month!&quot; Well worth the extra money spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30848828645/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;01&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;01&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c6.staticflickr.com/6/5547/30848828645_60e2f42256_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We all woke up and felt out of it. Tired. &lt;br /&gt;*At breakfast Jason said, &quot;I wish I could eat yogurt.&quot; He misses his food. &lt;br /&gt;*I was so proud of Jason! His teacher rewards with tootsie rolls and he brought his home so we could add it to his hidden candy stash. He could have chose to eat it and I would have never known... but he didn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;*We rewarded the kids with a movie night... because we were too tired to do anything else and we made a big deal about letting them watch a movie that we had decided they weren&#39;t ready for two years ago. We figure if they are ready for the Whole30 that they are now ready for the movie as well.&lt;br /&gt;*We had fajitas for dinner. Seasoned chicken, peppers and onions. We topped it with salsa and wrapped it in a big leaf of lettuce. Wrapping it in lettuce was new to all of us but we had fun laughing at the messes we were making. Liza said it&#39;s kind of fun trying new ways to eat things. Their mindset about the w30 is changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We all woke up feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;*Our stomachs feel good. &lt;br /&gt;*I know that when doing a w30 they say you shouldn&#39;t step on the scale till it&#39;s over because they don&#39;t want the focus to be on weightloss. Well this is my third w30 so if I want to step on the scale, I&#39;m going to step on the scale. :) I&#39;ve already lost 3.4 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;*The crazy food dreams have started. Last week Liza and Jason told me they never got anything out of a vending machine. Well last night I dreamed that we found a massive vending machine with everything in it. I was bummed that I couldn&#39;t get the peanut m&amp;amp;ms (my favorite comfort food in the past) because they have dairy. But I let Liza pay for and punch in the numbers for a pop. As it landed in our hands I remembered we were doing the w30 and had to disappoint her by telling her we would have to hide it with her candy and save it till the end. &lt;br /&gt;*Mike dreamed about extra large packs of fresh baked buns on clearance for 80cents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30848826705/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;02&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;02&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5715/30848826705_b8d3acc833_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I asked them how they felt about the Whole30. This is Jason&#39;s &quot;eh&quot; face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza and Jason amaze me! They went to a birthday party today and passed on the ice cream, cupcakes and pizza. We rewarded them with a smoothie. &lt;br /&gt;*We are having great conversations about how different our stomachs feel when we eat good food and stay away from the junk. Liza and Jason are learning what it is like to feel healthy on the inside... and it feels good!&lt;br /&gt;*We are no longer using the medicated cream for Liza&#39;s eczema. I realized that if we continued to use it and had good results, I wouldn&#39;t know if it was because of the medicine or the diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Liza and Jason are becoming more willing to try different foods. They are appreciating food more and eating things they used to always pass on. They are learning that real food is real good! &lt;br /&gt;*Liza had a dream that she walked to the pizza shop around the corner to buy a pop, but when she got there she remembered she couldn&#39;t have it, so she bought water instead. She&#39;s making the right choices even in her dreams!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30848824795/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;03&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;03&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c4.staticflickr.com/6/5836/30848824795_0060568e05_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lunches are getting easier to pack for the kids now that we have some leftovers built up. &lt;br /&gt;*We&#39;ve made it one week without any real cheats. I have allowed them to use ketchup a few times... scrambled eggs are hard to eat plain and so is plain chicken. Other than that, we&#39;ve all stuck to the plan! &lt;br /&gt;*I always lose several pounds when doing w30 and was concerned that Liza and Jason might lose too much weight. They are small enough as it is. I decided to monitor their weight weekly and found that they have not lost any weight at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can&#39;t believe we &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; made it a week! And I can&#39;t believe that Liza and Jason are doing so good! Sure... they miss some foods. Who wouldn&#39;t!?! But they press on and keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel like I spend far too much time thinking about food... what will we have? What meat needs to thaw? How long will it take to cook this? Do I have enough fruits and veggies to pack for lunches tomorrow? Food... food... food! But we are eating really well and no one is going hungry. Here are some recipes we used this week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://completerecipes.com/Warm-Banana-Coconut-Breakfast-Bowl.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Banana Coconut Breakfast Bowl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smilesandwich.com/2014/07/25/amish-one-pan-ground-beef-and-cabbage-skillet/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Ground Beef and Cabbage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.budgetbytes.com/2013/02/oven-fajitas/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Fajitas&lt;/a&gt;... topped with salsa and wrapped in lettuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thehealthyfoodie.com/fail-proof-home-made-paleo-mayo-whole30-compliant/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Homemade Mayo&lt;/a&gt;... we also add seasonings to the mayo to make a dip for our veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.paleorunningmomma.com/sweet-potato-apple-breakfast-bake-paleo-whole30/#comment-45551&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Apple and sweet potato breakfast bake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://againstallgrain.com/2014/09/08/homemade-ghee/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Homemade Ghee&lt;/a&gt; (you cook the dairy out of butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://whole30.com/2016/03/whole30-slow-cooker-recipes-part-three/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Apple Cider Pulled Pork&lt;/a&gt;... I loooved having a meal to put in the crock after all the cooking I&#39;ve been doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other meals we had were...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken and potatoes and veggies&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti squash with meat sauce and peppers and onions&lt;br /&gt;Turkey, potatoes, green beans, and baked apples</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/496626105920301422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/496626105920301422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/11/whole-family-whole30-notes-on-first-week.html' title='Whole Family Whole30 - Notes on the first week.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-9073723023478236959</id><published>2016-11-02T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-11-02T08:17:39.772-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whole30"/><title type='text'>Whole Family Whole30</title><content type='html'>Let me go back a few years and explain how we got to this point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids were born, grown a bit, and sleeping through the night... and by through the night I mean a solid 8-10 hours without any waking... I found that I was STILL completely exhausted all the time. I went to bed tired and I woke up tired. I went through my days feeling like I just needed a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to the doctor all &lt;i&gt;please tell me why I&#39;m tired all. the. time.&lt;/i&gt; Doc said I was depressed and a pill would make me happy again in no time. I said, &quot;Oh, ok.&quot; and walked out without the prescription. Not because I think medicine is bad, but because I believe in finding the cause instead of just treating a symptom. I wasn&#39;t tired because I was depressed... I was depressed because I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later I found that I had hormone imbalance issues and treating that made me feel much better. Then I did a Whole30 and when reintroducing the foods I had cut out, I realized that gluten made me tired! It gave me the foggy brain and headaches I could never get to go away. When I stopped eating gluten, the rest of the tiredness that wasn&#39;t helped by the hormone treatment... gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know how much trouble food can make for a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza has had eczema on her arm for quite a while now. I didn&#39;t know that was what it was until we went to the doctor a week ago. The doc gave us a prescription cream, which we are using for now. However, on the ride home I knew we would be doing another Whole30... this time for Liza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard countless people talk of how healing their gut healed their skin. Eczema, psoriasis, other issues... cleared up in 30 days just by changing diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are determined to find the root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time talking to Liza about it. I wanted her to be the one to say &lt;i&gt;I want to do this&lt;/i&gt;. It took two days but she finally got excited about the idea and became determined to do the Whole30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a meal plan.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had their final candy binge then bagged up the rest and told us to hide it where they can&#39;t find it.&lt;br /&gt;Mike cleaned out the cupboards and got rid of what we can&#39;t eat and won&#39;t last for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping. &lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was day 1 of what we are calling the Whole Family Whole30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we wouldn&#39;t make Liza do it alone! Jason is struggling the most with the idea because he doesn&#39;t have a real reason to do it... other than being a support for his sister. I think I motivated him a bit more last night when I told him it will make him stronger and his muscles might show up a little more. He liked that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&#39;t easy, but we survived the first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of questions about what they could and couldn&#39;t have. &lt;br /&gt;Can I have tootsie rolls, because that&#39;s what my teacher gives us?&lt;br /&gt;What about goldfish?&lt;br /&gt;Are we allowed bread?&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do when someone brings a birthday treat to school.&lt;br /&gt;Can we have crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Just meat, eggs, fruits, nuts, and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we last the entire 30 days? Nope... Because Thanksgiving is on day 24. But we are giving this a real shot and we are hoping to find the reason behind Liza&#39;s eczema so she doesn&#39;t have to spend the rest of her life treating it and trying to keep it under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck! It&#39;s going to be tough... especially if we all hit the cranky stage of detox on the same day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wicks are getting healthy (again) and searching for real, lasting answers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30099127034/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;028&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;028&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5641/30099127034_e32d1c0fc0_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;427&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/9073723023478236959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/9073723023478236959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/11/whole-family-whole30.html' title='Whole Family Whole30'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-6905632469299594929</id><published>2016-10-05T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-10-05T21:51:46.892-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Dear Leaf</title><content type='html'>Liza has been getting some creative assignments at school this year. For  my creative girl this has been a relief! She comes in the door at the  end of the day excited about her homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she walked in  the door telling us about a letter she had to write to a leaf. It was  homework. She had to write five sentences but she ended up doing a whole  lot more and I think it&#39;s pretty adorable... so I decided to share it  with you.&amp;nbsp; She actually drew emojis in her letter when she wrote it. I can&#39;t do all the emojis so you&#39;ll have to use your imagination a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/30057376941/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;024&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;024&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://c6.staticflickr.com/9/8655/30057376941_65c06770ff_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;427&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;Dear Leaf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t fall off the tree!!! I&#39;m going to tell you now so you don&#39;t fall off. Otherwise you will get covered in snow! :( There are also many leaf rippers! You will get raked with a 100 pointed spear! You will get put in a bag and burned! A dog might poop on you! You could also drown in the spring! Some babies eat or stuff leaves in their diaper! :p You wouldn&#39;t still see the stars in the sky. You could get smooshed by a pumpkin! You can get stuck in compost! (poop emoji) Which is YUCK! Tell everybody! Oh! You can&#39;t talk! :/ Strong men are very heavy because they have lots of muscles. (flexed arm emoji) Don&#39;t let them step on you, so don&#39;t fall off the tree! Worms will eat you! Make sure the branch does not let go! You could also get eaten by a lawn mower! I have a petkin lawnmower. Speaking of pets, dogs can eat you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step  #1: Don&#39;t fall off the tree!&lt;br /&gt;Step #2: Still try not to fall off the tree!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;Step #3: Make the world record by being the last one on a tree in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be famous? Remember all those things I just mentioned. If I was you I would not fall off the tree. I would not want to be eaten, stepped on, pooped on, or something like that. There is a lot of things that are bad down here. Good luck. (four leaf clover emoji) I&#39;ll be sure to write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Encourager, &lt;br /&gt;Liza&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6905632469299594929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6905632469299594929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/10/liza-has-been-getting-some-creative.html' title='Dear Leaf'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-4645214069460184489</id><published>2016-09-26T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2016-09-26T14:10:42.310-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>On Changing Schools... again</title><content type='html'>Let&#39;s start with a quick recap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago we bought our house on Liza&#39;s first day of Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house directly across the street from the school our kids would be going to.&lt;br /&gt;3 years later the school was closed and we were redistricted and moved to a different school. &lt;br /&gt;We spent last year at a new-to-us school.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last school year we were offered a scholarship to a private school.&lt;br /&gt;We began this school year at the private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looooved our first school. We spent three years getting to know the staff and the families and we became a part of the school and the community. I remember thinking that I would be a super longtime volunteer, because I would certainly continue to help out even after my kids moved on to the Jr High and High school. The school was across the street and therefore it and everyone who came with it was my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing that school hurt... because we don&#39;t just go to school... we build relationships and become a part of the school. Dreams had to end along with the closing of our favorite school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came last year. We had to go to the school that we had chosen to move away from when we were looking for a house. It just wasn&#39;t where we wanted to be. But we no longer had that choice... unless we wanted to move again and that was not going to happen. So we did the only thing we could do... we made the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Jason made friends. I joined PTO. I got to know the staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a year building relationships and becoming a part of a new community. We thought it was where we would be for the next several years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the scholarship offer. Private school. Different opportunities. Small school like our first one. As we looked into the school we realized it was an opportunity we could not pass up. So we accepted the scholarship and began the application process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about four weeks in and things are going well. The kids are making friends. I&#39;m getting all my questions answered. Liza is beginning violin. Jason is learning to play the recorder. They both joined choir. They are enjoying the projects they do in their classes. They like their teachers. And surprisingly, they even like having a uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a big adjustment, and we are still adjusting, but things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several people assume that something bad happened at the public schools to make us leave and go to private school. I&#39;ve had several people assume that I decided I wanted to shelter and protect my kids more and therefore sent them to private. I&#39;ve had several people assume that we decided to go private because Jesus gets taught there. None of those things are true. I can teach them about Jesus at home. The last thing I want to do is shelter my kids. And nothing bad happened in our schools to make us leave.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, the public school administration drives me nuts... but the teachers have always been outstanding, their hearts as big as they come. The families and kids we have met have added to our lives. We loved the people. We miss them. (Which would be why I found myself at last year&#39;s school this morning making copies for Jason&#39;s teacher again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that our hearts never fully settled. It was a hard year emotionally as we woke up each morning and saw our empty school across the street. But every day we took another step forward... because we had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve come to think of the past like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school across the street is our first love. It got taken from us far too soon and will always be number one in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year&#39;s school was like a long layover. We were taken care of and treated well during our wait between destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year... We&#39;ve landed again and our hearts are settling. Things feel right again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn&#39;t have done it without the kindness of strangers who became friends and favorites during our layover year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t found my place at the new school yet... but that will come with time... and I&#39;m ok with that. This time around we can enjoy the journey of change and see where it takes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is hard... but when it&#39;s the right change it&#39;s a little bit easier. </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4645214069460184489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/4645214069460184489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/09/on-changing-schools-again.html' title='On Changing Schools... again'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-5452579570774998956</id><published>2016-09-16T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-09-16T12:23:46.412-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swimming"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>A Day At Presque Isle</title><content type='html'>We didn&#39;t get to take a vacation this summer.... because I had to use the money I had saved up to pay for school tuition instead. I was kind of bummed about that because I love vacations with my family and have really been in need of a vacation. But I couldn&#39;t justify spending our savings on a vacation. I need to keep that for when our furnace breaks... or the hot water tank... or the van. We&#39;ll be needing that savings soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted a vacation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of August, on the most gorgeous Saturday of all, we woke up early, loaded the van with all our beach stuff and hit the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Presque Isle State Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there around 10:00 and found a beach... beach 10... because there were teeny tiny waves and the kids wanted waves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up our spot, put on our sunscreen and hit the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we swam... all. day. long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had packed enough food for lunch, dinner and snacks. We wanted to stay forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be an incredibly enjoyable day. The sun was hot. The breeze kept us from melting. And as the day went on and the wind picked up, the waves grew bigger and bigger. And we continued to swim and enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after dinner we finally put on dry clothes and packed up our beach stuff. We drove to another beach on Presque Isle where it was less windy and much more quiet. We sifted through rocks and sand and were surprised by how much sea glass we were finding. We continued sifting as the sun set and only quit when it became too dark to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long and fulfilling day, we grabbed some snacks at a gas station and began the two hour drive back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was so full and I can&#39;t wait to take another trip to Erie. It ended up being the most perfect non-vacation vacation. An entire day with no worries and no complaints and no problems that needed solving. An entire day with the people I love the most. And the best part... it only cost us $30. (Half a tank of gas and a few snacks for the ride home!) 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href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/29486993881/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;097&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;097&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c2.staticflickr.com/9/8115/29486993881_3b5e5fcfeb_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/28941859474/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;093&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;093&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c3.staticflickr.com/8/7779/28941859474_3aa8a5fbdc_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/5452579570774998956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/5452579570774998956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/09/a-day-at-presque-isle.html' title='A Day At Presque Isle'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-8085537459959469465</id><published>2016-09-12T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-09-12T13:32:03.579-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soccer"/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Victory</title><content type='html'>A year ago my kids were playing soccer for the first time ever. Jason&#39;s age group was short on coaches so I volunteered. The league gave me a team of six boys (we played 4v4) and I did my best to teach them the skills and the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were a fun bunch of boys, but we just could not win a game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back... one game was won. It just happened to be the one that Jason and I weren&#39;t there for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring I had almost the same team, and again we lost and lost and lost. By a lot. Every game. It was a tough season but the boys had such a good attitude and remembered that the most important thing was that they had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one year in and all Jason knew was what it felt like to lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved up to an older age group this season, and he wants to play travel. There is a coach for that so I was off the hook. I know that Jason has a lot to learn about the game still, but he loves the game so much and has become a decent player in a year, so travel seemed like a good option. More practices. More games. More competitive. And what I really wanted was to have him on a team of players that had played longer and had a better understanding of the game. I believe they will pull Jason to a higher level of skill and understanding of how the game works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after watching a few practices I realized he was on a young team and I was second guessing my decision to put him on it. I was afraid it was going to be another season of nothing but losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was the first game of the season. I went with low expectations, but it turns out the other team was very young as well. Jason played really well and I enjoyed just being on the spectator side instead of the coach side. I was taking it all in, cheering on my Jason, and shouting &quot;That&#39;s my boy!&quot; both times he scored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game ended and we loaded all our stuff back in the van and headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&#39;s when Jason spoke up, and in the most satisfied voice ever he said, &quot;I FINALLY won a game!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoos and fist bumps all around... because after 15 losses... winning feels AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/29010332864/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;001&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;001&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8560/29010332864_942d9c63b0_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8085537459959469465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8085537459959469465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-sweetest-victory.html' title='The Sweetest Victory'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-6408983442824359486</id><published>2016-09-09T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-09-09T13:17:10.008-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m Not the Same Person That I Was Five Years Ago</title><content type='html'>You know the fantastical fluffy saying, &quot;Let your struggles make you better, not bitter&quot;? Yeah... I failed that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had too many hard struggles in too short a time. &lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s left me changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not the same person I was five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith is not as pure.&lt;br /&gt;I have a harder time believing in silver linings. &lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t trust as easily.&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;I keep my number of friends very limited. &lt;br /&gt;I am guarded.&lt;br /&gt;The walls that were torn down years ago went back up and have stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may disappoint some. &lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t care. (See... bitter... not better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has pummeled me and I decided to stay down for a while instead of getting back up. My heart has been ripped out more times than I thought possible in the past few years... it no longer works quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve had purpose ripped away from me,&lt;br /&gt;dreams stolen by a &quot;friend&quot;,&lt;br /&gt;passions squashed,&lt;br /&gt;trust abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer go to church. (I know. I know... church is the best place to be when you are hurting blah blah blah. Failed that one too.) I don&#39;t want to talk to God. I&#39;m afraid that if I do he will ask something of me... and in the end my heart will get broken again... because there always seems to be a trick.&amp;nbsp; Things that look like blessings always seem to really be burdens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one way, this time of staying down and being less involved in life has become a time of rest. The less I am involved with... the less I have to care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just stay in this place for a while. &lt;br /&gt;Healing will come some day... but it&#39;s going to take some time. &lt;br /&gt;And when healing does come... I still won&#39;t be who I was five years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of changing us. And right now I feel like I&#39;m going through marriage struggles with life and God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain... when we first get married it&#39;s a whirlwind of happiness. Our love is pure. Life is good. A fairy tale. And then life happens and disrupts the happy marriage that we know. We may struggle and fight and many don&#39;t make it past this stage. But those who do find out that love grows during those times... but it&#39;s never the same as it was in the beginning. And while it&#39;s not the same, it&#39;s better. Deeper. More solid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as weird as it sounds... I&#39;ve left the honeymoon stage with life and God. I&#39;m in the struggle. The wanting to call it quits. (Not literally!) I&#39;m sure someday I&#39;ll come back around... and then I&#39;ll find myself better instead of bitter. But never the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6408983442824359486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/6408983442824359486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/09/im-not-same-person-that-i-was-five.html' title='I&#39;m Not the Same Person That I Was Five Years Ago'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-3891613425176998029</id><published>2016-08-19T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-08-19T18:22:02.901-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swimming"/><title type='text'>Learning to Swim</title><content type='html'>Getting Jason to be comfortable in the water has always been a struggle. Last summer we were just trying to get him to put his face in the water without needing to wipe it off. We bribed him with ice cream and eventually he would dip his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that he would remember that it wasn&#39;t bad as we began swimming again this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when he started running in and going under. &lt;br /&gt;And then again when he started staying under to see how long he could hold his breath. &lt;br /&gt;And again when he started unplugging his nose while under the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just kept pushing himself to do a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got boogie boards and he started feeling like he didn&#39;t need his bubble floaty because he could grab onto his board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just kept learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I looked out to see him figuring out the freestyle stroke while on his boogie board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/28808565450/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;001&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;001&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c3.staticflickr.com/9/8209/28808565450_2c7f6d7bdd_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just got stronger and stronger... until he was doing it without his board. Not real great, and not real long... but he taught himself to swim this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest surprise was when he let Mike throw him. Last summer he would only allow a barely pick up and drop. This summer he asked for the big throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a data-flickr-embed=&quot;true&quot; href=&quot;https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladywixpix/28476684603/in/dateposted-public/&quot; nbsp=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;002&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;002&quot; height=&quot;427&quot; src=&quot;https://c4.staticflickr.com/9/8471/28476684603_52f4c82713_z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; charset=&quot;utf-8&quot; src=&quot;//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently visiting my mom and dad, and this afternoon mom took me and the kids to the swimming pool that I always swam in when I was a kid. We jumped in and swam a bit, but Jason was checking out the diving boards. I made him prove he could actually swim a little distance and he surprised me with his strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went down the big slide a few times just to get used to plunging under the water and then I decided that even though I was not ready for it, he was. I had to let him jump off the diving board into 12 feet of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did it! Without any trouble at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped in, popped back up, and swam to the side. And then he got back in line to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go grab my camera while my mom kept an eye on him. (Because those lifeguards didn&#39;t look too trustworthy!) As I was almost to our stuff the lifeguards blew the whistle to clear the pool. I thought it was for a pool break, but turned out they had to close the pool for the day... only 15 minutes after we had jumped in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty bummed and I was sooo glad that I let Jason go to the dives so soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He constantly amazes me with his determination and courage! He&#39;s amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to see how he grows next summer!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3891613425176998029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/3891613425176998029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/08/learning-to-swim.html' title='Learning to Swim'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502134589345348111.post-8736181325148447606</id><published>2016-08-17T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-08-17T09:00:06.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Be An Internet Meanie</title><content type='html'>This is where I struggle with the internet... and the human race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I&#39;ve been watching the Olympics as much as possible. I&#39;ll probably go through withdrawal when they are over. Well, either that, or I&#39;ll remember that there is life beyond the Olympics again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... A few days ago the internet was in a tizzy because Gabby Douglas did not place her hand over her heart as she stood on the gold platform and the National Anthem was played. So much criticism was thrown at her because she didn&#39;t behave as all the other Americans expected her to. They said she was disrespectful to her country and called her unpatriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, as I was watching the Olympics, I noticed two of our track athletes standing on the medal platform, medals around their necks while the National Anthem once again played. And guess what!? They didn&#39;t have their hands over their hearts! They stood just like Gabby Douglas did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been waiting for the uproar. For the name calling. For the hating. But it doesn&#39;t seem to be coming. Maybe not as many people were watching? I googled &quot;Olympic track athletes don&#39;t place hand over heart&quot; and all that came up was stuff about Gabby Douglas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like America owes Gabby an apology. I didn&#39;t get to watch all of the gymnastics but I thought she acted like an athlete that was there to compete. She&#39;s stunning. She&#39;s 20 years old and as far as I can tell has some solid character. She appeared very mature. She is someone I have no problem with my daughter looking up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, her team victory, for her, is now tainted by the internet meanies who think they are better than every one else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is... if it&#39;s wrong for one, it&#39;s wrong for all. And if it isn&#39;t a big deal for track athletes to not place their hands on their hearts during the National Anthem... then it&#39;s not a big deal that Gabby Douglas didn&#39;t do it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing about the internet... your words are out there forever. Be careful what you type. And don&#39;t be an internet meanie. </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8736181325148447606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502134589345348111/posts/default/8736181325148447606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurablogsagain.blogspot.com/2016/08/dont-be-internet-meanie.html' title='Don&#39;t Be An Internet Meanie'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347423808769328753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqVF1rRRDtQ/VcErVxivaYI/AAAAAAAAOuA/gZxkolyLDDo/s220/400.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>