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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQn89fCp7ImA9WxNUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252</id><updated>2009-11-08T06:13:23.164-05:00</updated><title>What am I doing?</title><subtitle type="html">I am constantly asking myself this everyday!  What am I doing!  Whether with my 2 boys or with things that happen to me in life!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/oYBM" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQER307cSp7ImA9WxNVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-7934154942402095375</id><published>2009-10-28T10:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:21:46.309-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T11:21:46.309-04:00</app:edited><title>I Miss Laurel</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is Laurel?  Read on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are back from a very long vacation.  We spent 2 weeks at Disney World and then a week on a Disney Cruise in the Caribbean.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took advantage of the Disney's free dining they were offering, so we had a lot of food that we didn't have to pay extra for!  We did character dining that the boys loved and Epcot was having its annual Food and Wine Festival.  We were able to use snack credits for the food and it was divine.  And do I even need to mention the massive amount of food I consumed on the cruise?  More about the cruise later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WALT DISNEY WORLD &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the course of 2 weeks that we were there, we made 6 trips to the urgen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t care.  Yep, all four of us were on antibiotics at some point or another.  Parker had an allergic reaction to his antibiotic or some form of allergic reaction, where he broke out in a rash all over his body!  Anderson had some bug where he had a high fever for only 24 hours.  Which we were very thankful for, since this happened 4 days away from our cruise. We were so fearful it was the flu!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhhHWiFrCI/AAAAAAAACxg/V3S6fkEugK0/s200/CIMG2593.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397670932339076130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anderson came to LOVE Mission Space ride at Epcot.  He loves Epcot to begin with and I spent 5 full days at Epcot!  I am a big fan of Epcot, but seriously, 5 full days!  I rode mission space and test track a lot during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff was gone on a business trip for 4 days and of course it was when Anderson was sick.  That day I spent 5 hours at the urgent care...some urgent...  I thought if I put a mask on him it would help us jump to the front of the line, but NOPE!  I am thankful for our good friends, T&amp;amp;H.  They took Parker to Magic Kingdom ALL day with them.  He had a great time.  We were at Disney with 4 other families that we are good friends with.  In fact, they all went with us on the cruise as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took Parker a full week to get comfortable with the characters.  he was all about them after &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhgBttRg3I/AAAAAAAACwo/LZ_leNztFFs/s200/CIMG2619.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669735969162098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that first week.  Epcot has an attraction called "Character Spot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; where you stand in line, for about 30-40 minutes, and you see about 5 characters.  I did that 4x!  It was something that Parker and I would do, when Anderson would ride his rides that Parker wasn't tall enough for.  He loved to give them hugs and high fives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I'm ready to do a 2 week trip to Disney again anytime soon..my kids were on empty by the time the cruise came around.  They each took a nap every day, but I think it still wore them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DISNEY CRUISE LINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Suhe94U4orI/AAAAAAAACwI/SZIUrdnrBXA/s200/IMG_7510.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397668570588553906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a huge fan of the Disney Cruise Line.  I have sailed on 2 other cruise lines, and with kids, this is the best.  They have an awesome child care facility that my kids loved.  The moment they would wake up they would ask "can we go to Oceanner's Club?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on the cruise with 12 people total - 8 adults, 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; kids...WHAT A BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who is Laurel?  My stateroom attendant, that picked up the towels, made my bed, folded the clothes, hung up the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhgBwERfpI/AAAAAAAACww/kjoZwoaLVNg/s200/IMG_7811.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669736602500754" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wet clothes, did the turn down service and most importantly, did the towel animals.  I asked him if he would move in with me.  I did tell him that I will miss him the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate as much but it didn't stop us from having a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;great time.  It rained almost every day, but hey - we were on the floating version of Disney!  always something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our stops was Grand Cayman and it was raining that day.  We left all the kids in the club and headed off the boat to walk around and do some shopping.  We knew they would of hated it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhgCH_XZTI/AAAAAAAACw4/CdBWQGVdd_E/s200/IMG_7757.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669743024366898" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Cozumel, we had booked us a day at a private beach where it was all you could eat and drink.  The kids loved the pool (very cold) and they loved to play in the sand.  It was quiet and cozy.  They only allow around 50 people to come on the beach every day.  And it did rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; on us....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Castaway Cay is Disney's private island in the Bahamas and it is always our favorite stop.  We got off first thing in the morning and went the farthest part of the beach.  It wasn't as crowded and we had the end of the beach to ourselves for a while.  It poured down rain for about 15 minutes but then the sun came out.  What a great way to end our vacation!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhgCXqCiEI/AAAAAAAACxA/6UfES6WwkZU/s200/CIMG2744.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669747229886530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was so much food on the boat, that I'm afraid to know how many calories I inhaled every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait to go back on another cruise.  In fact, we rebooked for October 2011.  Yep, 2 years away, but you get a discount and you can always cancel with no penalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-7934154942402095375?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7934154942402095375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=7934154942402095375" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7934154942402095375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7934154942402095375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/qPSo8Y9j6RM/i-miss-laurel.html" title="I Miss Laurel" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SuhhHWiFrCI/AAAAAAAACxg/V3S6fkEugK0/s72-c/CIMG2593.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-laurel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YAQXkyfip7ImA9WxNXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5058321632694037685</id><published>2009-10-01T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:39:00.796-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-01T22:39:00.796-04:00</app:edited><title>This is too good to be true</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As many of you know, we purchased our home almost year ago, and it was a "short sale"  it was days from being on the auction block.  The house had been empty for 1.5 years, and when we purchased it, the former owner still had possessions.  Lets just say that when we closed, they were still in the attic.  When they arranged for movers to get their stuff, it took 1.5 moving trucks to haul out the stuff!  oh yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today...it got better  We discovered termites a few months ago.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today at our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; house was Termite Termination day.  This nice man from the Termite company &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;came at 8am and was at house til about 5pm, exterminating the termites.  When he went under the screen porch to take care of the termites there, he found something quite interesting behind the lattice around the screen porch.  He found BOXES AND BOXES AND BOXES of women’s clothes!  Oh yes ladies, women’t clothes.  He said, there were termites in there and he wouldn’t be surprised if there are dead animals inside these boxes.  SERIOUSLY!  SERIOUSLY!???!!!!???!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any volunteers to take away the boxes?  Or does anyone need new clothes?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5058321632694037685?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5058321632694037685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5058321632694037685" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5058321632694037685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5058321632694037685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/NKmqCCYvakQ/this-is-too-good-to-be-true.html" title="This is too good to be true" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-too-good-to-be-true.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMQnk9eCp7ImA9WxNXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-2765200234980676847</id><published>2009-09-28T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:59:43.760-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T08:59:43.760-04:00</app:edited><title>been busy</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry to all my faithful blog readers.  Its been a long time and we have been busy.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we had lots going on.  We hosted an outdoor movie and BBQ party for his class.  Well, it was raining so we moved the movie part to the garage.  It was really cool.  This company came in and set up a huge movie screen and projected it on the screen.  The kids loved it.  We had so much BBQ leftover that we invited about 12 more families after church to eat the rest!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Anderson from his Patriotic Program at school.  He did such a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SsCyuDM_kyI/AAAAAAAACtQ/oGVoIq23tus/s200/IMG_7387.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386501658538644258" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-2765200234980676847?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2765200234980676847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=2765200234980676847" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2765200234980676847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2765200234980676847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/1q1G1af-6HM/been-busy.html" title="been busy" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SsCyuDM_kyI/AAAAAAAACtQ/oGVoIq23tus/s72-c/IMG_7387.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-busy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cERn8_fCp7ImA9WxNRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-2477876831610337926</id><published>2009-09-11T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:30:07.144-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T21:30:07.144-04:00</app:edited><title>Weekend in Myrtle</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We suprised the boys with a last minute trip to the beach.  They have so much fun.  DH took them to the coast last weekend, and Parker loved it so much that we decided to do a weekend of it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we took the boys to play some mini golf after dinner. They really enjoyed it.  Did you know that Myrtle Beach is considered to the be mini golf capital of the world???!!!  Anderson even got a hole in one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Sqr4LsWzMzI/AAAAAAAACrQ/fP60l0tndrA/s200/CIMG2403.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380385584616518450" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-2477876831610337926?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2477876831610337926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=2477876831610337926" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2477876831610337926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2477876831610337926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/0y8n-IJD7Ak/weekend-in-myrtle.html" title="Weekend in Myrtle" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Sqr4LsWzMzI/AAAAAAAACrQ/fP60l0tndrA/s72-c/CIMG2403.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-in-myrtle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRHs7fSp7ImA9WxNSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-3984465127991065799</id><published>2009-08-27T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:09:55.505-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-27T21:09:55.505-04:00</app:edited><title>Another First Day of School</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SpcuEsDIpII/AAAAAAAACn8/wRtuYvmO6l0/s1600-h/IMG_6912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SpcuEsDIpII/AAAAAAAACn8/wRtuYvmO6l0/s200/IMG_6912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374815338368640130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker started school today.  He was soooo stinkin excited.  He couldn't wait.  After Anderson left for school (DH drove him today), Parker ran around the house yelling "TIME FOR SCHOOL!  TIME FOR SCHOOL!!! LET'S GO MOM!"  UGH...I wasn't ready to let him go....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I dropped him off in his classroom, I got a quick hug and kiss and away he went!  Didn't even look back at me....sniff sniff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-3984465127991065799?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3984465127991065799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=3984465127991065799" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/3984465127991065799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/3984465127991065799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/_apTsnBr6kA/another-first-day-of-school.html" title="Another First Day of School" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SpcuEsDIpII/AAAAAAAACn8/wRtuYvmO6l0/s72-c/IMG_6912.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first-day-of-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQX04eip7ImA9WxNTFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-4255062367755354688</id><published>2009-08-16T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:41:50.332-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-16T22:41:50.332-04:00</app:edited><title>We Are Family....</title><content type="html">Its been a busy week!  My family from the West Coast invaded my home.  My mom turned 65 this month and we had a party for her.  About 50 adults and 12 children came over this past weekend.  We had a great party!  :)  I think she really liked it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a really fun week with all my cousins and their spouses and their kids.  My mom's siblings came as well.  It is sooo much fun when we all get together.  We do nothing but eat and hang out.  I know I gain some lbs when we get together.  The food at my mom's party was incredible and each meal we eat here, is incredible.  I hate it that we don't get to see each other as often.  But love every minute we spend together.  Its fun for our kids to get together and play and fight - but its brotherly love!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that makes me laugh the most is that we all make up names for each other and make our kids use these names.  My brother is called "uncle goof" (my cousin has her boys call him that) and my aunt is now "EPo Rocks!'  So the name is just "eporocks"....hilarious!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss them.  My house is will be sad and I will miss the noise!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-4255062367755354688?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4255062367755354688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=4255062367755354688" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/4255062367755354688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/4255062367755354688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/jzCedAZUFMo/we-are-family.html" title="We Are Family...." /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQHc9eyp7ImA9WxJaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5870645137119268909</id><published>2009-08-06T11:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:44:41.963-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-06T11:44:41.963-04:00</app:edited><title>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!</title><content type="html">We have survived the First Day of School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Anderson all decked out in his "dress uniform"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr6Ll8VNvI/AAAAAAAACkM/Gies-NYgo-I/s1600-h/IMG_6857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr6Ll8VNvI/AAAAAAAACkM/Gies-NYgo-I/s200/IMG_6857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366876983036032754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr5NixL-DI/AAAAAAAACj0/n1p5eZbHYEU/s1600-h/CIMG2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr5NixL-DI/AAAAAAAACj0/n1p5eZbHYEU/s200/CIMG2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366875917032093746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Parker had to get in on the action too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr51K-9QgI/AAAAAAAACj8/NviKmPZt7sA/s1600-h/CIMG2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr51K-9QgI/AAAAAAAACj8/NviKmPZt7sA/s200/CIMG2296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366876597842166274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before school started we had a "Special Day".  We had a "practice" day where we went to school and met the teacher, sat in his desk and there was a short informational meeting with the teacher.  He was very very nervous!  Afterwards, Anderson and I headed downtown to a kids museum.  He had so much fun.  We also ate lunch down there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr6Fx7lgJI/AAAAAAAACkE/suxFdnPB-Ic/s1600-h/CIMG2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr6Fx7lgJI/AAAAAAAACkE/suxFdnPB-Ic/s200/CIMG2279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366876883174916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5870645137119268909?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5870645137119268909/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5870645137119268909" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5870645137119268909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5870645137119268909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/9p5Gk-vt0cI/first-day-of-school.html" title="FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Snr6Ll8VNvI/AAAAAAAACkM/Gies-NYgo-I/s72-c/IMG_6857.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMSXkzfCp7ImA9WxJaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-6261403459899028288</id><published>2009-08-03T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:28:08.784-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T14:28:08.784-04:00</app:edited><title>Busy Times</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I hosted a reunion with my youth group from years yonder. Yep, i said it, "yonder".  My youth group "Above &amp;amp; Beyond" from our church in Florida.  It was sooo much fun.  Except for the fact that my house is trashed, but it was so much fun.  I saw friends that I haven't seen in 18 years.  None of us changed, maybe a little bit.  We stayed up late and ate a lot!  Friends from Boston, MD, SC, TN, IL, GA and NC came into town.  I can't explain in words how refreshing and how much fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SncsN8CU0CI/AAAAAAAACiM/pS_H2Xrrcv8/s1600-h/_MG_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SncsN8CU0CI/AAAAAAAACiM/pS_H2Xrrcv8/s160/_MG_6656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH left the day before the festivities came and took the kids up to visit his family in MI.  Not many people brought their spouses or kids, so it was a nice time to catch up.  I flew up to MI after everyone left.  My house was a mess, however when we got home, DH helped me clean up...He's the best!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-6261403459899028288?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6261403459899028288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=6261403459899028288" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/6261403459899028288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/6261403459899028288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/3YqrEF1Pg9o/busy-times.html" title="Busy Times" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SncsN8CU0CI/AAAAAAAACiM/pS_H2Xrrcv8/s72-c/_MG_6656.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-times.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFSHY9eCp7ImA9WxJUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-1810138335659972952</id><published>2009-07-12T17:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:33:39.860-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T17:33:39.860-04:00</app:edited><title>DISNEY HERE WE COME!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlpWiRN0oBI/AAAAAAAACdk/VRnpxCnXOig/s1600-h/image0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlpWiRN0oBI/AAAAAAAACdk/VRnpxCnXOig/s200/image0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357689853447544850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends know that I "heart" Disney!   And I think that is putting it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished booking my 2 week vacation at the theme parks.  Yes folks, 2 weeks!!!  I'm so excited.  The 2nd week I will be without my DH.  He has his yearly sales conference that week, so he didn't want to miss out on all the fun.  But before you all freak out that I will be there by myself it isn't all that bad.  I did it for 3 days last September and within days and hours of his leaving, there will be 3 other families coming to Disney and 2 of them are staying at the same resort.  These are also the same families that will be traveling with us on the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, cruise...we will be at the parks for 2 weeks and then at the end of the 2 weeks, we will be going on a Disney Cruise with 3 other families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED I CAN'T STAND IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-1810138335659972952?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1810138335659972952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=1810138335659972952" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/1810138335659972952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/1810138335659972952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/oNiydCD_GBw/disney-here-we-come.html" title="DISNEY HERE WE COME!!!" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlpWiRN0oBI/AAAAAAAACdk/VRnpxCnXOig/s72-c/image0614.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-here-we-come.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CQ385fip7ImA9WxJVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-2747228939020626104</id><published>2009-07-07T16:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:36:02.126-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-07T16:36:02.126-04:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">Happy 4th of July everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlOxWYq1buI/AAAAAAAACZg/22jOzTQQchw/s1600-h/IMG_8779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlOxWYq1buI/AAAAAAAACZg/22jOzTQQchw/s200/IMG_8779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355819380011003618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great party at our house on the 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson was ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlOxp3W-0_I/AAAAAAAACaI/Z-9pE5Gk2_A/s1600-h/CIMG2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlOxp3W-0_I/AAAAAAAACaI/Z-9pE5Gk2_A/s200/CIMG2233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355819714666746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 70 bodies!  About half adults and half kids!  it was crazy!  we had FANTASTIC weather, couldn't of been better.  It wasn't hot, it was very comfortable.  We live close by a park where they do a spectacular fireworks show, so those that could stay walked down to the lake and saw the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food, great friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-2747228939020626104?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2747228939020626104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=2747228939020626104" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2747228939020626104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2747228939020626104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/LJJjNeQD4Ko/happy-4th-of-july-everyone-we-had-great.html" title="" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SlOxWYq1buI/AAAAAAAACZg/22jOzTQQchw/s72-c/IMG_8779.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july-everyone-we-had-great.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRnk_fCp7ImA9WxJVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-6189969604889339179</id><published>2009-07-01T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:21:57.744-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T21:21:57.744-04:00</app:edited><title>Dr. Phil is my new BFF</title><content type="html">Its 8:30p.m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in potty training boot camp for 12 hours and I am happy to report that we have had a very successful day.  I am indebted to Dr. Phil - and my brother who told me about this method!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with just wearing underwear and a shirt and explaining what would happen when he would go on the potty.  He would get a pee pee party and candy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:30 we had made a successful trip to the potty.  Now there was wet underwear involved, but that is okay!  I have used up an entire roll of paper towels, a container of lysol wipes and half a thing of baby wipes (to wipe the pee that ran down the leg) and consumed 1/2 gallon of apple juice (i dilute 2/3 water).  We are at about 1 out of 3 trips to the potty with dry underwear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening we had a pee pee party for Parker!  He asked for a candle, and how could I say NO? (oh and yes I see that the icing is crooked, it melted in the car yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkwLfTFntLI/AAAAAAAACYo/BcYDsm05FrE/s1600-h/CIMG2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkwLfTFntLI/AAAAAAAACYo/BcYDsm05FrE/s200/CIMG2224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353666689364374706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the day of bodily fluids would not be complete with a "choking" accident.  Oh yes, at lunch and dinner Parker vomited, but thankfully we were at home!  He just put too much food in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is Day 2 of isolation Potty Boot Camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-6189969604889339179?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6189969604889339179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=6189969604889339179" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/6189969604889339179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/6189969604889339179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/NU38TEEgnzk/dr-phil-is-my-new-bff.html" title="Dr. Phil is my new BFF" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkwLfTFntLI/AAAAAAAACYo/BcYDsm05FrE/s72-c/CIMG2224.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/dr-phil-is-my-new-bff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMGSXg_eCp7ImA9WxJVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-406727482640532327</id><published>2009-06-30T21:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:57:08.640-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T21:57:08.640-04:00</app:edited><title>Potty Talk  (Thanks Dr. Phil)</title><content type="html">My brother gave me this great idea - he did it for Samantha and she was potty trained in a day (or so), so I'm trying it on Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea came from Dr. Phil - seriously, the guy does have some good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.drphil.com/articles/article/264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to have your child's favorite doll/animal go pee pee on the potty.  And then you have a party for it.  So we had a "pee pee party" for Mickey Mouse.  (of course we would do it w/Mickey!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we put underwear on Mickey, then we gave Mickey some pee pee juice.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrA-u-lgXI/AAAAAAAACXw/a-CiTW1DPNY/s1600-h/CIMG2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrA-u-lgXI/AAAAAAAACXw/a-CiTW1DPNY/s200/CIMG2209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303291078214002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan took a ziploc bag, filled it with water and Mickey "pee pee'd" on the potty.  After that, Mickey got a party.  And all the while we are all going CRAZY for Mickey.  Giving Mickey a high five and going nuts for Mickey that he pee'd on the potty!    So we all sat around the table and Mickey got a cupcake and no one else did.  And boy did Parker get mad!  He wanted the cupcake, but we told him he had to go on the potty.  He turned around, went into the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBZ2VgGyI/AAAAAAAACX4/IQYMCCYJX5s/s1600-h/CIMG2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBZ2VgGyI/AAAAAAAACX4/IQYMCCYJX5s/s200/CIMG2212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303756909845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bathroom and stripped to go pee.  I wish I could tell you all that he did it, but sorry, he did not.  But, he did get the idea. The rest of the evening was spent talking about how Mickey got a party and that he could get a pee pee party if he goes on the potty tomorrow.  Seriously, I don't think I could of done it with such pomp and circumstance as Jonathan and Rach.  They were way into it.  Parker LOVES my brother, so I really wanted him to do the whole party thing for Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my arsenals ready for tomorrow.  I am spending the next 2-3 days in my house, doing nothing but potty training.  Parker knows that the first time he pees on the potty tomorrow he will get a party.  And I will have to find somebody to stop by and go all nuts for him!  I know my parents will.  Unfortunately, as I type this, my brother, Rach and Sam are on their way to Michigan, then  IL, then MN before coming back to NC before returning to China (but that is a whole other blog post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tray full of goodies for every time he goes potty (and a fridge full of juice to pump him full)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBmrjDGWI/AAAAAAAACYA/oZaiOODGSzw/s1600-h/CIMG2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBmrjDGWI/AAAAAAAACYA/oZaiOODGSzw/s200/CIMG2215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303977352173922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**the cheerios are for aiming at in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a stash of underwear, that might last me the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBmyNrsdI/AAAAAAAACYI/c1B0V-VX5ws/s1600-h/CIMG2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrBmyNrsdI/AAAAAAAACYI/c1B0V-VX5ws/s200/CIMG2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303979141607890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer that it will all work and that Anderson will obey and be helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep you posted on the potty adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-406727482640532327?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/406727482640532327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=406727482640532327" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/406727482640532327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/406727482640532327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/o9iyAZQXDTo/potty-talk-thanks-dr-phil.html" title="Potty Talk  (Thanks Dr. Phil)" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkrA-u-lgXI/AAAAAAAACXw/a-CiTW1DPNY/s72-c/CIMG2209.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/potty-talk-thanks-dr-phil.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHSXY7fyp7ImA9WxJWGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-8889552129850266547</id><published>2009-06-24T23:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:32:18.807-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-24T23:32:18.807-04:00</app:edited><title>Busy Week!</title><content type="html">We've been so busy here at our house for the past week.  My brother and his family are home from China for the summer.  They are here in our area for 8 days and then off on a mad tour of the midwest.  He is taking grad classes in IL and then off to visit family before heading back here for a week or so before heading back to China.  His time here at our home is limited so we are soaking it all in!  Up at breakfast and then back here at the house after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of ours, Lem, and his wife DC is here for a visit as well.  They are staying here with us while my brother, Jonathan, and his family are at my parents.  Lem and my bro are good friends as well.  Its been a whirlwind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLuaOQHqDI/AAAAAAAACW4/5V6KyXQMFWk/s1600-h/IMG_6764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLuaOQHqDI/AAAAAAAACW4/5V6KyXQMFWk/s200/IMG_6764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351101441539287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then off to a local university, where the architecture is gorgeous and the scenery is beautiful.  The boys played hide and go seek with Uncle Lem, not sure who had more fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLt8_00sRI/AAAAAAAACWw/yij-BG70aIg/s1600-h/IMG_6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLt8_00sRI/AAAAAAAACWw/yij-BG70aIg/s200/IMG_6788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100939450495250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLuaK1HGdI/AAAAAAAACXA/ORZlSc1L4Pg/s1600-h/IMG_8813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLuaK1HGdI/AAAAAAAACXA/ORZlSc1L4Pg/s200/IMG_8813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351101440620698066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a garden on campus as well and we took a tour in the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLvcwNBqyI/AAAAAAAACXI/C-_Jc7mmXhg/s1600-h/IMG_8926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLvcwNBqyI/AAAAAAAACXI/C-_Jc7mmXhg/s200/IMG_8926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351102584524483362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a drive to the coast and did some good eating!  yummy seafood...Sam seemed to like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLt8vxF7TI/AAAAAAAACWo/4RPPujqvmy0/s1600-h/CIMG2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLt8vxF7TI/AAAAAAAACWo/4RPPujqvmy0/s200/CIMG2182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100935139880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all took a walk on the beach.  Anderson got a bit wet, but he didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLtPOpbLrI/AAAAAAAACWY/MVeH7FvwFbk/s1600-h/CIMG2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLtPOpbLrI/AAAAAAAACWY/MVeH7FvwFbk/s200/CIMG2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100153155235506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLtYSegvnI/AAAAAAAACWg/yBqUCf0AUo0/s1600-h/CIMG2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLtYSegvnI/AAAAAAAACWg/yBqUCf0AUo0/s200/CIMG2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351100308802027122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tired to say the least.  Our friends are returning home tomorrow and we will miss them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-8889552129850266547?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8889552129850266547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=8889552129850266547" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/8889552129850266547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/8889552129850266547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/GqYsnOV-qT0/busy-week.html" title="Busy Week!" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SkLuaOQHqDI/AAAAAAAACW4/5V6KyXQMFWk/s72-c/IMG_6764.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCR3c8cSp7ImA9WxJWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5298474578126676237</id><published>2009-06-15T22:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:04:26.979-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T23:04:26.979-04:00</app:edited><title>My Baby?  (sniff sniff)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcKmWF3u8I/AAAAAAAACTw/UGVSrahqqow/s1600-h/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcKmWF3u8I/AAAAAAAACTw/UGVSrahqqow/s200/IMG_3309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754736407264194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my baby!  He turned 3 today.  Here he is...The Carolina Hurricanes were on their way to the Stanley Cup.  In fact, I was at game 6 the night before I gave birth.  What a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go?  We had a little family party yesterday, and he got a few presents.  My brother and his family arrive on Sat so we are waiting to do a bigger party on Sunday (father's day) and we will open all the presents then...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcKDfwpE_I/AAAAAAAACTo/N71fNTfbcxo/s1600-h/_MG_5817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcKDfwpE_I/AAAAAAAACTo/N71fNTfbcxo/s200/_MG_5817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347754137707156466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months, he has been telling me that he would start to wear underpants.  I decided to give it to him for his birthday. He was soo excited, believe it or not??!!  In fact, he wouldn't go to bed with his diaper on, he insisted on wearing underwear!  So I had to put his underwear over his diaper!  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcLPrZKpZI/AAAAAAAACT4/LkNJczuf7mI/s1600-h/_MG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcLPrZKpZI/AAAAAAAACT4/LkNJczuf7mI/s200/_MG_5684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347755446499976594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to a minor league baseball game.  We have a mini season package, and the boys love it!  I told Parker I would get him ice cream..and boy did he love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcLczVwJ6I/AAAAAAAACUA/Rxhw4p2wF8M/s1600-h/CIMG2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcLczVwJ6I/AAAAAAAACUA/Rxhw4p2wF8M/s200/CIMG2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347755671971440546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5298474578126676237?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5298474578126676237/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5298474578126676237" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5298474578126676237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5298474578126676237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/8LabW52bbUo/my-baby-sniff-sniff.html" title="My Baby?  (sniff sniff)" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjcKmWF3u8I/AAAAAAAACTw/UGVSrahqqow/s72-c/IMG_3309.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-baby-sniff-sniff.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRH47cCp7ImA9WxJWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-7941350259517639713</id><published>2009-06-14T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:37:05.008-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T15:37:05.008-04:00</app:edited><title>Race for the Cure</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQj7D0AaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/tfodJJTID4U/s1600-h/CIMG2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQj7D0AaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/tfodJJTID4U/s200/CIMG2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347268710651658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family participated for "Race for the Cure" this past weekend.  Our sweet friend, Kristi, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQ19QCcJI/AAAAAAAACSg/nv-1c3R-nYw/s1600-h/CIMG2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQ19QCcJI/AAAAAAAACSg/nv-1c3R-nYw/s200/CIMG2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347269020477452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passed away 4 months ago from breast cancer.  She left behind her husband and 3 boys, 5, 2.5 and 4 months old.  Her dad's office formed a team, Kristi's Krew.  We had over 300 people on our team.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQpe2AoAI/AAAAAAAACSY/T-BNeF1eoLg/s1600-h/CIMG2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 61px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQpe2AoAI/AAAAAAAACSY/T-BNeF1eoLg/s200/CIMG2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347268806156787714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact we won "largest team" by a small business.  What an emotional day, but it was a good one too.  The weather was great (hot but great) and they estimate over 20,000 particpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was to "man" the team tent.  I hung out with my friends, Sarah and Kelly, who are both very pregnant.  I also held my friend Jen's baby while she did the 5k with her other 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson has been beggin to make a lemonade stand.  So Jeff told him that if he did the 5k he could make it.  So he did it!  Walked the whole way, and didn't whine or complain.  What a tr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVRAqwT-yI/AAAAAAAACSo/Y90mGieWwKQ/s1600-h/CIMG2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVRAqwT-yI/AAAAAAAACSo/Y90mGieWwKQ/s200/CIMG2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347269204491107106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooper (considering Mom was still in the tent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that afternoon, Jeff made him a lemonade stand.  The price was $1 or a donation.  The little guy collected $90!!!  Way to go! I"m so proud of him.  He was jumping up and down everytime a car went by, screaming "LEMON&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVRK85i7AI/AAAAAAAACSw/YTwwb2Yo4ms/s1600-h/CIMG2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVRK85i7AI/AAAAAAAACSw/YTwwb2Yo4ms/s200/CIMG2159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347269381160365058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ADE!"....I will never again drive by a lemonade stand and not stop.  He was heart broken every time someone wouldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-7941350259517639713?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7941350259517639713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=7941350259517639713" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7941350259517639713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7941350259517639713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/Jx3Gx5XoVH4/race-for-cure.html" title="Race for the Cure" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SjVQj7D0AaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/tfodJJTID4U/s72-c/CIMG2138.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/race-for-cure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEEQXYzfCp7ImA9WxJXEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-8257552961489112589</id><published>2009-06-04T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:33:20.884-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T16:33:20.884-04:00</app:edited><title>Can't Move...</title><content type="html">I am on my 2nd week to a new me!  I have decided to hit the gym on a more regular schedule. Thanks to my friend, Shelley, who is my accountability partner and personal trainer, she is whipping me into shape.  I am trying to make it there about 3-4x a week.  Last week it was 4 and it looks like this week may be 3.  We do 1 hour of treadmill, elliptical and than another hour for weights.  Today, her husband - who I will name "evil workout master" suggested we try this class call STRIKE!   Here is the description from the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...powered by Everlast. Strike Zone is the latest signature format to be offered.  It is an intense, kickboxing-inspired workout, sponsored by Everlast. Challenge yourself with this&lt;br /&gt;full-body interval workout that incorporates traditional kickboxing combinations done with optional weighted gloves, controlled weight-bearing movements and athletic drills. This is NOT your typical kickboxing class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people...let me start by explaining that I have no coordination whatsoever, so I was glad we were in the back, the last row, back.  I was carrying around the 4lb bar while most were at the 12lb and up department.  I have no pride in these classes, pride is checked at the door.  I barely finished the class when, I was called out.  yep, Parker didn't make it, HOWEVER and thankfully he did not puke!  woohoo!  We were hoping to hit the yoga class right afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I can't move my legs/thighs...ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-8257552961489112589?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8257552961489112589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=8257552961489112589" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/8257552961489112589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/8257552961489112589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/kMiYwjktt2I/cant-move.html" title="Can't Move..." /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-move.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHSHYzeyp7ImA9WxJQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5170413822755122076</id><published>2009-06-01T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:57:19.883-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T15:57:19.883-04:00</app:edited><title>Pukey Pukerson</title><content type="html">I am so proud of myself that I must proclaim it to the blogging world!  Last week, I went to the gym 4x, each time a 2 hour workout!  People, this is more than I've been all year!  This is mostly, if not all due to my friend, Shelley, who holds me accountable and is there to meet me at the gym.  She is THE taskmaster.  She knows what she is doing and does not let me give up.  And she is okay with me and my funny faces - like when she told me I had to do 3 reps of jumprope and try to do 100 of them!  Ha!!!  I did 30 each time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I ever dropped Parker off by himself at the child care center.  Most days I dropped the two boys off together or Jeff was home and I could leave the boys home with him.  The whole way there, Parker was jabbering about how he was goign to play basketball.  he was sooo excited to play and that was what he was going to do.  I drop him off at the childcare center, warning the worker that if he gets worked up and if he starts to cry uncontrollably, he WILL throw up!  I exit - Make it upstairs to the treadmill, where my friends Jen and Shelley are working out on the treadmill.  Make it 2 minutes in and I hear my name over the intercom to report back to the child care center!  really!  only 2 minutes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter the childcare and yep, he's puked again!  ugh...at least they can't say I didn't warn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I got him in to see the doctor today (b/c really, i've had enough of the pukes) and the doc thinks it coudl be acid reflux related.  He will most likely still puke when he works himself up into a tizzy, but the randomness and the puking when eating should stop!  I HOPE SO!!  Because the girl has had enough pukes to last a lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5170413822755122076?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5170413822755122076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5170413822755122076" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5170413822755122076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5170413822755122076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/5axB5FvMq4I/pukey-pukerson.html" title="Pukey Pukerson" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/06/pukey-pukerson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAERXs-fyp7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5339454204650933749</id><published>2009-05-31T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:35:04.557-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T22:35:04.557-04:00</app:edited><title>Too Cute to NOT post!!!</title><content type="html">So after my 2 posts on puking, I thought I would post some cute pictures of the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics of the boys with some friends after church.  I thought it would be cute b/c Anderson and Caroline have matching seersucker outfits!  He wanted nothing to do with this - can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM82Z0AaoI/AAAAAAAACNo/5SGisYDfDf8/s1600-h/CIMG2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM82Z0AaoI/AAAAAAAACNo/5SGisYDfDf8/s200/CIMG2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180488331160194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker couldn't be left out, and he was literally "tackle-ing" Caroline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM9McA7WII/AAAAAAAACNw/zg6FiX-11cw/s1600-h/CIMG2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM9McA7WII/AAAAAAAACNw/zg6FiX-11cw/s200/CIMG2092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180866879346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Memorial Day we had some friends over.  Ellen and I had gone shopping a few nights before and we got the boys matching shirts.  I know, we are nerds, but its cute to dress them alike when you can!  they'll hate us for it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM9qfKnHaI/AAAAAAAACN4/x6TghUDwJhQ/s1600-h/DSC_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM9qfKnHaI/AAAAAAAACN4/x6TghUDwJhQ/s200/DSC_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342181383121345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5339454204650933749?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5339454204650933749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5339454204650933749" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5339454204650933749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5339454204650933749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/KF-w04Wx46o/too-cute-to-not-post.html" title="Too Cute to NOT post!!!" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SiM82Z0AaoI/AAAAAAAACNo/5SGisYDfDf8/s72-c/CIMG2087.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-cute-to-not-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEERnY4eCp7ImA9WxJQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-1016400620266200908</id><published>2009-05-29T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:03:27.830-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T18:03:27.830-04:00</app:edited><title>DITTO</title><content type="html">Went to Target today...Need I say more?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no lunch involved, no food.  I grabbed him and got the heck out of dodge!  It wasn't as bad, but I was afraid the flood gates would open up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-1016400620266200908?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1016400620266200908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=1016400620266200908" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/1016400620266200908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/1016400620266200908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/z-u9e6KgCNY/ditto.html" title="DITTO" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/ditto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICRXYyfSp7ImA9WxJQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-7165535036861317437</id><published>2009-05-27T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:42:44.895-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T17:42:44.895-04:00</app:edited><title>A most definite blogable moment</title><content type="html">Let me preface to the blog universe that I HATE/DESPISE/SQUEAMISH to vomit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to run to TARGET. I stopped off at ChikFilA in hopes that it would distract Parker while I tried to concentrate and shop.  It worked until the moment we walked in the store he decided to blow bubbles into his chocolate milk.  (sorry honey, I know you said NO more chocolate milk, but I thought it would be a good distraction)....  Chocolate milk ALL OVER his white shirt and cute plaid shorts.  Ugh! Never fear, I used the napkins in his kiddie meal bag and cleaned up what spilled over him.  At this point Parker is sitting in the big part of the cart - you know the place where they tell you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to put your kid?  I figure that he is eating his lunch and it would be easier for him to spread out and eat.  Plus, I wasn't planning to buy much stuff (famous last words?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing pretty good at this point, I manage to pick up the things I wanted.  As we are strolling through the paper products aisle, I hear a faint cough and choke.  No biggie, Parker eats fast and sometimes chokes up.  I have been checking his mouth the entire time, making him show me his mouth that its empty before he can have another bite.  He has eaten his fruit cup, a handful of fries and 2 nuggets and 1/2 a jug of chocolate milk.  HOLY CRAP!  He didn't stop and usually by now, he is over the sink (at home) and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Sh2HekORC3I/AAAAAAAACLE/OqZ7czIoPvw/s1600-h/puky+parker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Sh2HekORC3I/AAAAAAAACLE/OqZ7czIoPvw/s200/puky+parker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340573692320615282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spewing it all in.  Well, we are in TARGET!!!!  I get him to "choke" into the bag and it doesn't stop!  CRAP CRAP  CRAP CRAP!!!!  At this point, I am scooping it off of his leg, trying to keep it from leaking through the cracks of the cart!  GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!!    Yes, scooping it WITH MY HANDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by now, the entire contents of his stomach are on his clothes, all over the cart, and on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I found this cute comforter/quilt/blanket thing for him and had placed it on the bottom part of the cart - well thank goodness for that!~  It caught most of it.   Remember, I have used all the napkins in his meal bag to wipe up the chocolate bubbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, there was a TARGET employee in the next aisle.  What a unsuspecting man...he was kind enough to help me clean up Parker's mess.  He got a trash bag, put on some rubber gloves and he helped me deposit the comforter and "damaged" it out.  phew!  While he was getting cleaning supplies, I had to grab a package of wipes, tear into them and wipe up the floor and Parker.  ugh!    This life saver TARGET employee goes to get me a new cart and we load up.  I asked him if he had kids and he said he did, but they were now teenagers - I asked him "doesn't this bring back great memories?"  My son is by now only in a diaper and I pop him in the FRONT part of the cart and head out to the front.  No worries, honey - I still was able to make my purchases!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if its a good thing or not, but it doesn't phase him one bit after he "chokes".  He doesn't miss a beat.  This happens to him at least once a week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I HATE VOMIT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-7165535036861317437?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7165535036861317437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=7165535036861317437" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7165535036861317437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/7165535036861317437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/GmJZa69H034/most-definite-blogable-moment.html" title="A most definite blogable moment" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/Sh2HekORC3I/AAAAAAAACLE/OqZ7czIoPvw/s72-c/puky+parker.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-definite-blogable-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HQH0-fyp7ImA9WxJRF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-2923326305694345089</id><published>2009-05-19T14:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:47:11.357-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T14:47:11.357-04:00</app:edited><title>Air Show</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL-hIqDmrI/AAAAAAAACIs/xFjy4nT7WnU/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL-hIqDmrI/AAAAAAAACIs/xFjy4nT7WnU/s200/Dad%27s+Camera+276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337608353600477874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DH took the boys to an air show out on the coast.  It was about a 3 hour drive (one way).  What a brave man!  I was hosting a baby shower, so he left Sat morning and came home around 8pm.   I seriously think that DH had a better time than the boys did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL9_mRV-CI/AAAAAAAACIY/URtXunAr4o8/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL9_mRV-CI/AAAAAAAACIY/URtXunAr4o8/s200/Dad%27s+Camera+146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337607777434335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really loud!  If you ask Parker, he'll say "went to airplane show, but it was sooo loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL9uXNkrbI/AAAAAAAACIQ/XQG2l1dti0g/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL9uXNkrbI/AAAAAAAACIQ/XQG2l1dti0g/s200/Dad%27s+Camera+128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337607481334214066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is DH's favorite picture!  :)  Can you tell Anderson has to pee!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL-P9bNljI/AAAAAAAACIg/eg1Ew8VqNNA/s1600-h/Dad%27s+Camera+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL-P9bNljI/AAAAAAAACIg/eg1Ew8VqNNA/s200/Dad%27s+Camera+282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337608058527651378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-2923326305694345089?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2923326305694345089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=2923326305694345089" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2923326305694345089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2923326305694345089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/CKekE1fJMao/air-show.html" title="Air Show" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/ShL-hIqDmrI/AAAAAAAACIs/xFjy4nT7WnU/s72-c/Dad%27s+Camera+276.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/air-show.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFQXw7cCp7ImA9WxJRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-4363120228659868077</id><published>2009-05-14T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:50:10.208-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T23:50:10.208-04:00</app:edited><title>Stanley Cup - In Sight!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.nhl.com/images/logos/75/car.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://cdn.nhl.com/images/logos/75/car.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LET'S GO CANES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-4363120228659868077?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4363120228659868077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=4363120228659868077" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/4363120228659868077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/4363120228659868077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/UZ3MASZn1xQ/stanley-cup-in-sight.html" title="Stanley Cup - In Sight!" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/stanley-cup-in-sight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACSXk_eip7ImA9WxJREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-5442774580462870387</id><published>2009-05-13T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:32:48.742-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-13T21:32:48.742-04:00</app:edited><title>Strawberry Picking</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/3528737357_e03cbaac2f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/3528737357_e03cbaac2f_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I tried to go picking - Parker screamed in terror b/c there was sand in his shoe (he wasn't talking yet, but I figured it out later on) and Anderson had to go pee in the back 40, thanks to my friend who took him back there to pee.  I held Parker the entire time (10min).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, Anderson asked me to go on a day when he was in school.  He had no interest whatsoever in picking strawberries.  I dragged my parents with me for the fun.   The first berry patch we went to was closed, b/c I guess it was picked over.  So we d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3528736953_0887145b3b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3528736953_0887145b3b_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rove on and went to another one.  It was pretty picked over, but we managed to leave with a bucket full.  Parker wasn't too keen on it, the sand of course.  However, I was better prepared and put him in his sneakers (aka running shoes) so the sand couldn't get on his feet.  He hesitated at first and wouldn't cross over into the rows, but after I picked him up and brought him over the little hill of sand, he was fine.  I was suprised he didn't eat any off the vine!  That kid is a "fruitarian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-5442774580462870387?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5442774580462870387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=5442774580462870387" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5442774580462870387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/5442774580462870387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/byHoNkO1ZN0/strawberry-picking.html" title="Strawberry Picking" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/strawberry-picking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRX86eSp7ImA9WxJSFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-3709419138268616659</id><published>2009-05-06T21:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:13:34.111-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-06T22:13:34.111-04:00</app:edited><title>Produce and Strawberry Camp</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:baaXk0iBCn-5yM:http://facultyfiles.deanza.edu/images/gawrychjeff/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:baaXk0iBCn-5yM:http://facultyfiles.deanza.edu/images/gawrychjeff/sunrise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning started at 5:30am!  It was Produce Co-Op time again.  This time, I did my job, which the title is "compiler" and you are the math/spreadsheet/receipt handler.  When the shoppers are on their way back to my house, they call in how much they got of everything and I begin to divide it up amongst all the people in our large group.  When they return I finish up and the madness begins.  Thankfully, I have THE BEST DH in the whole wide world!  He enjoys spreadsheets and math and can do them so fast in his head.  So he was a HUGE help!   At 9:45am we finished up, said goodbye to my helpers/shoppers and hopped in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJC5G3JwNI/AAAAAAAACB0/hPnAMP7-h0E/s1600-h/CIMG2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJC5G3JwNI/AAAAAAAACB0/hPnAMP7-h0E/s200/CIMG2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332898457622003922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off to do some "jammin".  Today was Strawberry Camp at my friend Aimee's house.  We made strawberry jam from 10am (Aimee and our other friend, Ellen were at work at 9:30) and we did jam and more jam until 5:00ish.  At the end of the day, we made over 130jars of jam!  My DH will eat it by the spoonfuls...  I brought home about 40 jars.  Some will be made into gifts and the rest will be consumed by DH and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJDDWH_7dI/AAAAAAAACB8/HjgVZ6FoCk4/s1600-h/CIMG2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJDDWH_7dI/AAAAAAAACB8/HjgVZ6FoCk4/s200/CIMG2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332898633517886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a slight catastrophe....After putting about 50 jars of jam on top of the table, we lifted the towel that all the jars were on, and noticed that ALL OF THE HOT (VERY HOT) JARS HAD LEFT WHITE RINGS!!!!  AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  My dear Aimee's nice Ethan Allen table!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJDQDkvw5I/AAAAAAAACCE/uLbxVE9E-vw/s1600-h/CIMG2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJDQDkvw5I/AAAAAAAACCE/uLbxVE9E-vw/s200/CIMG2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332898851876488082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no!  What were we going to do? We had protected the table with a large beach towel, clearly that had not been enough!  We quickly "googled" the term and found a way to remove them.  You place a lint free towel on top of the rings and then iron the towel/napkin with a med iron  The white rings came off, but if you look just right you can still see them!  What a catastrophe!  But sweet Aimee's DH was so kind about it.  He deserves the husband of the day award!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HEARTY THANKS to all the grandmas who watched all our kids today so we could attend strawberry camp!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed, I can still hear the boys chattering and laughing (its 10pm) and I'm wiped.  I have been up since 5:30am and going strong.  After strawberry camp, I had to go and help out with kid's choir at church.  Aimee, Ellen and I are all there - what were we thinking?  We were of no help.  I was kind of like a zombie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-3709419138268616659?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3709419138268616659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=3709419138268616659" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/3709419138268616659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/3709419138268616659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/va_uCVIix_8/produce-and-strawberry-camp.html" title="Produce and Strawberry Camp" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SgJC5G3JwNI/AAAAAAAACB0/hPnAMP7-h0E/s72-c/CIMG2072.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/produce-and-strawberry-camp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQnw7cSp7ImA9WxJSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680220526185790252.post-2047455706563838988</id><published>2009-04-29T22:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:58:23.209-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-29T22:58:23.209-04:00</app:edited><title>Camping does not equal FUN</title><content type="html">This past weekend our class at church at a psuedo campout.  We all hung out and slept in tents in my friend's backyard.  Now she has a really cool backyard!  There is a pond and a fire pit and their back yard is like 2 acres.  And they have some really cool dunebuggy mobile.  I pounced on that ride!  I had a blast driving it, until all the kids kept begging me for rides - I was done after that!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkScmFWQEI/AAAAAAAACAk/jejmD506I_Q/s1600-h/CIMG1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkScmFWQEI/AAAAAAAACAk/jejmD506I_Q/s200/CIMG1996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330311916438306882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about 50 people there and only a dozen or so families camp out.  Let me mention that ALL my so called closest friends WENT HOME!  None would sleep over in the tent. I GREATLY REGRET not doing the same.  You see, I have a reputation of hating (putting it lightly) camping.  So when I put it out there that I would sleep over, I had to deliver.  I woke up in the morning with my eyes sealed shut and not being able to breathe.  Saying that I have alllergies is putting it mildly.  I am allergic to all things green.  Each morning, I dope up.  I have a pill, prescription &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkSzdSrALI/AAAAAAAACAs/IlSIhaSivC4/s1600-h/CIMG2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkSzdSrALI/AAAAAAAACAs/IlSIhaSivC4/s200/CIMG2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312309215264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eyedrops (that are worth every penny of the $80 they cost me), steroid inhaler, and a nasal spray.  All prescription strength.  About this time of year, my allergy doctor calls me up to make sure I am still alive and breeathing.  Sometimes, I am barely able to open my eyes.  But I digress....  I got up at around 5am to Parker having a very excited conversation (and a baby crying) and asking for a backrub.  We packed up once the rest of the crazies were up and headed straight for dunkin donuts.  I need coffee and a donut STAT!  I sat in the car with my eyes shut and barely breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the boys had a great time.  Parker caught his first fish that night.  He was sooooo excited!  He also had a marshmallow dinner.  I'm suprised his tummy didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkTYBeJspI/AAAAAAAACA8/i83an1iqU6g/s1600-h/IMG_7828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkTYBeJspI/AAAAAAAACA8/i83an1iqU6g/s200/IMG_7828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312937402380946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson loved camping so much he convinced DH to set up a tent in the playroom last night.  And for the 2nd night in a row the boys are sleeping in it.  Better in there, than outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkTBnI7UGI/AAAAAAAACA0/UOXksuiq3tY/s1600-h/IMG_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkTBnI7UGI/AAAAAAAACA0/UOXksuiq3tY/s200/IMG_6621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312552376914018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I'm done camping for a while.  I promised DH that I would camp every decade.  The last time I went "for real" camping was in 2001, and apparently this doesn't count for the next decade.    bummer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680220526185790252-2047455706563838988?l=mavdavhouse.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2047455706563838988/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680220526185790252&amp;postID=2047455706563838988" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2047455706563838988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680220526185790252/posts/default/2047455706563838988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oYBM/~3/iUUFHDSz5Io/camping-does-not-equal-fun.html" title="Camping does not equal FUN" /><author><name>Mom Mavis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18071683002346682268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06670455463804861018" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RLWQ9I3mt10/SfkScmFWQEI/AAAAAAAACAk/jejmD506I_Q/s72-c/CIMG1996.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mavdavhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/camping-does-not-equal-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
