<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096</id><updated>2024-09-09T21:08:15.800-07:00</updated><category term="Elsie Jewell Nielsen Foster"/><category term="John Franklin (Jack) Foster"/><category term="SAHM"/><category term="babies"/><category term="self esteem women"/><category term="stay at home mom"/><category term="teenage girls"/><title type='text'>Adventures of a stay at home mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-3442925552123845213</id><published>2014-02-21T09:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-21T09:26:14.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s been a while</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I posted to this blog. I am a stay at home mom, yes but also working from home. It has been quite an adventure since I originally started this blog. Since then we have had one more lovely little girl. She is now 2 years old! Time flies when you are having fun for sure. These 2 little ones are the best of friends and the worst at times.&lt;br /&gt;
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Neli Belle was born on October 19 2011. My grandmother Elsie&#39;s birthday. She is a fiery red head with blue eyes and looks up to her older sisters so much. She really is a delightful child and has a really funny personality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pepper Peach is now 5 and in preK. Due to her birthday being in November she can&#39;t go to Kindergarten until next year, even though she is ready! She is a funny girl as well who enjoys the word POOP a little too much. She loves to make people laugh and loves to play with her friends and her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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Libby Nancy is now 17 years old. How can this be? She will graduate next year - just as we are starting over with Pepper and Neli to follow in 3 years. Well life won&#39;t be dull that is for sure. Libby still loves to perform. She has been active in choir and theater for the last 2 years. And she still loves to dance.She is currently rehearsing for Once Upon a Mattress where she has a lead dancer role!! And was named the dance captain for rehearsals. And she is anxiously awaiting her trip to NYC for theater!&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s all for now - will be back soon!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/3442925552123845213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2014/02/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/3442925552123845213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/3442925552123845213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2014/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&#39;s been a while'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-6642725333356638397</id><published>2010-07-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:55:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>I just lost my oldest step-sister. Although over the years we saw less and less of each other, it is still hard to deal with. My poor parents. I feel bad for my dad. Burying your daughter at the age of 51. Parents are supposed to live out their kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I myself have felt my mortality. Ever since I turned 40 I feel like life is too short and there are things I wish I could change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom asked me to create a memorial presentation for Kathleen&#39;s services. This is beyond hard. I did this with my mom just over a year ago for my Grandma. Death is not easy and as I dig through old photographs to find ones to include, and as I listen to suitable music to add to the program, I am struck with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family seems so spread out and torn apart as it is. My only real sister lives in AZ and I live in CO. My parents are still in NE along with my step-brother and step-sister. I only point out the relationship for writing purposes. I often refer to them as my brother and sisters. I feel like life is too short and relationships tend to fall apart, until something tragic happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us will get together to mourn the loss of Kathleen. My sis, Sue will not be there though. She is unable to travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My heart continues to feel pain from this loss and I hope that my small contribution to Kathleen&#39;s memory will warm everyone&#39;s day a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/6642725333356638397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/07/loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6642725333356638397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6642725333356638397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/07/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-1931756109954201509</id><published>2010-04-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:42:01.835-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elsie Jewell Nielsen Foster"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John Franklin (Jack) Foster"/><title type='text'>Elsie Jewell Nielsen Foster&#39;s Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Elsie Jewel Nielsen Foster (written in her own words, July 2000, assisted by her daughter, Karen) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in my parent&#39;s home in College Ward Logan Utah on October 19 1924. I was the fifth of a nine children. Mother passed away when I was seven years old. Her Mother, my Grandmother, passed away a couple of weeks before that. My father&#39;s sister, my Aunt Violet wanted to take me to live with her. Her daughter, my cousin Ivaloo, was my age and Aunt Violet thought she could raise us together. My Dad said &quot;No&quot; because he wanted to keep the family together. Just a few years later, Aunt Violet passed away. The highlights of my life as a young girl were visits to my mom&#39;s sister&#39;s houses, Aunt Becky, Aunt Bertha, and Aunt Elsie, especially Aunt Becky. Aunt Becky came to stay with us after Mother passed away and lived with us for 18 months until Father remarried. She became a mother to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I was a little accident-prone when I was a child. Amongst my mishaps: I fell while visiting Grandma Jensen and hit my head on the corner of an open oven door. Another time I stood on a spike in a board and ran the spike clear through my foot. When I was around eleven years old, several cousins and I were jumping off a derrick pole, which was used to load and unload hay from the attic of the barn. One evening, I went first and there wasn&#39;t any hay. I couldn&#39;t go back, so I just jumped. This resulted in my face smashing into my knees and left me with scars and pain I still have today. As an adult, I seemed to have this continuing problem. When my youngest son, Jay, was around four or five years old, he talked me into taking him for a sled ride. I swerved to miss a tree and flew over an embankment and ended up with a fractured tailbone.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 years old, I left home and moved to Ogden, Utah. I lived with my sister, Mildred for a few months. I then got a job cleaning and cooking in a boarding house, where I lived for the next six months. Then I found a job as a nurse&#39;s aide at the Dee Hospital in Ogden and moved into a one-room apartment. I made $15 a week at Dee Hospital. I saw an ad in the paper for help at Walgreen&#39;s Drug Store. I applied and got a job there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;One night while skating at the Berthana Roller Rink, I needed a partner for the multiple couples skate. When they blew the whistle to change partners, my friend pointed out his friend. He said, &quot;Go ask my friend Jack. He&#39;s a little shy.&quot; I said, &quot;I like shy guys.&quot; So I went over and asked Jack to skate. He told me he didn&#39;t skate. I asked why he had skates on then, so he had to get up and skate. After that whenever the whistle blew, he said I had gotten him up, so I had to keep skating with him. Before my 18th birthday, August 20, 1942, we were married. In December 1942, Jack was off to war. May 1943, our first daughter, Karen, was born. May 1944, Karen and I moved to Omaha, NE. We moved because I needed someone to watch Karen so I could get a job. We couldn&#39;t live on our allotment check of $80 a month. My mother-in-law offered to care for Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;December 1945, Jack returned home from the war. He joined us in the house we shared with a friend and her four children. Her husband and my two brothers, Aaron and Jay, who returned from the war, also shared this house for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A few months later, Jack and I rented a small house in South Omaha. December 1946, our second daughter, Kathleen was born. When Kathy was six months old, I went to work nights at Armour Packing Plant, so we could save money for a house. About six months later, we had an opportunity to move into a house with a friend. We shared the rent and all had our own bedrooms. It was a large and comfortable home, which we eventually purchased. We lived in this house for the next six years. I took in roomers and boarders to help with expenses. Jack&#39;s parents moved into our basement because they had a very low income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Our third daughter, Kristie, was born December 22, 1952. Our son Jack was born June 26, 1954. In 1954 we sold the big house and moved to an acreage just outside the Omaha city limits. There we had 50 fruit trees, 25 of them apricot. We also had lots of garden space. The 20 years we lived there were very busy ones. I picked the fruit and sold what we didn&#39;t need. I raised a big garden and canned and froze the fruit and vegetables. Jack&#39;s father had passed away. His mother, having only around $45 a month social security to live on, became part of our family. Our youngest son, Jay, was born January 18, 1957. Karen, our oldest daughter, married in May 1963. Jack&#39;s mother passed away in 1964 from com;ications from diabetes. Our daughters Kathy and Kristie, and our son, Jack married in the next ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I wish I&#39;d written down all the funny things my kids said and did. If I had I could write a book. And what fun it would be for me to read it. Like most mothers, I thought mine were the cutest, smartest ever born. Of course, I think the same about the grandkids and great grandkids. We have 15 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren. We count ourselves very fortunate for having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In 1974, we moved again to Lavista, NE, where my occupation as a homemaker, gardener and private canning factory continued. During the twelve years we lived there I also taught primary, Sunday school, was homemaking leader in the Stake, and then in the ward. I was back in the ward as homemaking counselor, and then I held that position in the Stake. Then back to ward as Relief Society President. Then back to primary and class leader in the Relief Society simultaneously. Our ward was divided and I was called to be homemaking counselor to Relief Society President for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In 1988, Jack retired and we moved to the town where he&#39;d been born, Ulysses, NE. We attended church in Columbus, NE, 45 miles northwest of our home. It was a small branch. We just loved it. There I was called to be education counselor in Relief Society. The President was released and a new one sustained. She asked for me to stay on, which I did, but she only lasted a year. Then the third one asked for me for visiting teaching coordinator. I was also called to teach eleven-year-old girls in primary at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;After only four years in Ulysses we moved to Cedar Bluffs, across the alley from our daughter Kathy. We moved in March 1992, and received a mission call the week after. We left for the Chicago Illinois Temple the end of August and served there for the next year. A few months after our release, we were called to serve there as rotation workers, which we did for the next four years. Serving in the Temple was the most rewarding thing I ever did, as well as the most spiritually uplifting. It&#39;s like being lifted out of the chaos of the world and I would even say as close to heaven as we can get on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;May 30, 1999 the last day we served in the Chicago temple, I had a bad fall (there I go again). I still suffer from that. I injured my legs, right hip and shoulder. After that I had problems with my heart again. I was experiencing immature beats which led to a 2nd heart attack. I had angioplasty and six weeks later, I was back in the hospital again. The stint was plugged with scar tissue. The next 3 years I had 9 heart caths, 2 corroded artery surgeries, bypass and another angioplasty. At this point, I say enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We&#39;ve had to give up temple service; I can&#39;t sit to ride long enough. Now I have fibromyalgia added to the other problems. Some days I&#39;m convinced I&#39;m a senior citizen.&lt;br /&gt;I started swimming for exercise after a surgery I had 17 years ago, and I&#39;m still trying. I go to the Y almost every day. Since my 2nd heart attack I have only been able to do half as many laps. But I am thankful I can do that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Currently my church calling is supervisor of the visiting teaching in Fremont NE ward. I&#39;ve been doing this nearly three years. I enjoy it very much. The church and my family are my life. I don&#39;t know what I&#39;d do without them both.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/1931756109954201509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/elsie-jewell-nielsen-fosters-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/1931756109954201509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/1931756109954201509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/elsie-jewell-nielsen-fosters-story.html' title='Elsie Jewell Nielsen Foster&#39;s Story'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-8834018498861862341</id><published>2010-04-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:39:50.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>Everyone has one - a day that starts out with a bang and then quickly fizzles. Well today was one of those days. Pepper and I headed out early to buy some gardening supplies and we were going to spend the morning in the yard finishing a project we started yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thanks to the gale force winds, are plans changed. We went to Walmart to search for some plants and some weed killer and the wind was already so forceful that I decided we needed to change the day&#39;s plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So our next adventure was going to be ride the rail system to downtown Denver and meet up with Daddy for lunch or something. He was at a trade show in the city. Well after showering and changing 2 poopy diapers (yes 2!) we finally got into the car to go on our merry way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way there though, I realized that I needed cash to purchase our round trip ticket on the train. So I took a detour through the bank and again we set out. But lo and behold, I didn&#39;t go to the station that I am familiar with because I couldn&#39;t find it. Don&#39;t laugh, I have only been there twice (and yes Jim drove once and I followed him once). If you know me at all, you know I have no sense of direction. Anyway, I thought okay this station will work. So we arrived at the station and the wind was so bad it slammed my door shut after I opened it (Yikes). I should have stopped right there. But no, I didn&#39;t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I purchased our ticket and then went to catch the train after figuring out which one we needed.  And when I got to where I thought the loading area was, no elevator, just a steep stair case. Not so friendly for a mom with a one year old in tow in a STROLLER. So I took Pepper out and hiked up the stairs only to find out that you have to cross the street and go back down the stairs to the loading platform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a now cranky baby in tow and sweating from the first hike up the stairs I decided to give up. We went back down the stairs - both baby and stroller in hand of course. And sadly went back to the car and informed hubby that we would not be coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course Pepper was ticked that she had to get in her car seat again so soon - she was pleading not to. But I had to force her in so we could go home and call it a day.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/8834018498861862341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8834018498861862341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8834018498861862341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-633871184550005026</id><published>2010-04-09T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:09:41.442-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self esteem women"/><title type='text'>Memoirs of an Invisible Girl</title><content type='html'>Okay not so much an adventure, but some thoughts finally put down on &quot;paper&quot;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Memoirs of an Invisible Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Did you ever have the feeling you were invisible? Not in the literal sense, but in living your every day life? Well I am that girl. Actually I am 40 years old, but have dealt with invisibility my whole life. You have probably seen me on the street or in the mall, or perhaps worked with me in a previous job, or even met me face-to-face, but due to my invisibility, you don’t remember me and probably would need to meet me several times before you remembered me. And you would probably have to be a close family member to acknowledge my birthday or perhaps wonder how I am feeling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I think it started in Junior High. I was never the pretty girl or the popular girl. I was smart and had friends, but never seemed to own a room or stand out in a crowd. I remember going to the roller rink on the weekends with my friends and being a wall flower as they announced the snowball skate. The one where one couple starts the skate and when the DJ says “switch” each partner selects a new person from the “wall”. I stood on the wall so long sometimes and I would eventually fade into the benches and eventually give up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;My invisibility didn’t stop there. 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade was awful for the self esteem factor. People made fun of my name and changed it into a horrible slang for the male sex organ. We don’t need to go there though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Then as I progressed into high school I was flat chested and had short hair and often got teased for being a boy. There was one time where we were changing after marching band and I was in the main music room putting away my clarinet. This was also the room that later became the boys dressing area once all the girls were out. Some boy actually said “oh &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style:normal&quot;&gt;Invisible&lt;/i&gt; is the only one left, we can change”. That was a real up-lifter. At least they saw me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;But high school invisibility didn’t end there. I tried out for cheerleading my freshman year. My best friend’s mom was the nurse at the school and was told the list of the girls that made it. My friend couldn’t wait to tell me. Was invisible girl going to be finally seen? Well low and behold my utter shock when the next day at school they announced the 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade squad and my name wasn’t on the list. Evidently my name wasn’t popular enough, they switched me out for the principal’s daughter. How cruel!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I never did have a serious boyfriend in high school until my senior year. I did have a major crush on a boy that was from California. Every girl did. I was invisible to him except for letting him cheat off me in Spanish class and hanging out a few times outside of school. At one point I really thought he liked me too, boy was I mistaken. I was just being used.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I dated a few times, but I didn’t play the field and have the fun that other girls were having. Boys just didn’t notice me, and if they did they weren’t really boyfriends that I wanted to have. I had boys that were friends and that I liked to hang out with. And looking back they are the ones I should have stuck with. Hanging out and having fun. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I went to all the major dances of my high school career. The snoball dance was one where the girl asked the guy. Sometimes it took a few guys to get one to say yes, but hey at least I went. I never was a knockout when I was all dressed up. I was always a plain Jane with poofy hair that my mom tried to fix. I have a crooked smile. Thankfully I went through braces and got straight teeth, but have worn glasses since I was 5. Luckily back in those days I could wear contacts though. So that improved my image a little. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Then once I started dating my most serious&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;high school boyfriend who later became the father to my son and my first husband, other boys started asking me out. But after several years of low self esteem and my invisibility, I was too ignorant to accept their invitations and play the field. I was “in love” and going to spend my life with my new beau. We were married when I became pregnant and divorced only 3 years later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Then I married the man of my life when I was 22. He made me feel special and appreciated me for who I was. With the divorce and other stress of my life I dropped a ton of weight and was down to a size 4 and I dyed my hair black. People were actually starting to see me. That was probably the least invisible I ever was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;Funny thing is, when I married my Mr. Right, I was marrying Mr. Invisible. We used to joke about it. We would go to a wedding or other gathering with many people around who we knew. We would sit at an empty table and see how long it would take for someone to sit by us. Usually it was never people we knew that joined us and they joined us in groups because there were no other tables. We said we repel people. We tell this story to our close friends (yes believe it or not we have a few), and they laugh. I don’t think non-invisible people realize that this is serious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;One time Mr. Right and I decided to sit at separate tables for a bit at a church event, just to see which one of us repelled people the most. I think I won that prize. Someone we knew went up and started talking to him first. This is not a trophy you want friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I am a social media person. I have Facebook and Twitter accounts. I do have friends and followers. But let me tell you, if it weren’t for diligent Facebook users, I wouldn’t get birthday wishes other than from my family. I think I could not talk to someone for several years and they would not even give it a second thought. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;I will continue to live my invisible life and continue to maintain my friendships via text, email, and social media, but I don’t think I will ever outgrow my invisible life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height:200%&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/633871184550005026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-invisible-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/633871184550005026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/633871184550005026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/memoirs-of-invisible-girl.html' title='Memoirs of an Invisible Girl'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-6780453343440608229</id><published>2010-04-04T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:36:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>We had a delightful Easter day. Earlier in the week we colored a dozen eggs together. Pepper watched as Libby, Mommy and Daddy worked on them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Easter morning the eggs were cleverly hidden (ok so maybe not too cleverly). Pepper noticed one right away. It was really cute. It was as if she knew what was going on and what to do. She found 2 before Libby was even downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Libby came down they proceeded to hunt for eggs. Pepper was really into it. It was really precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding all the eggs, the girls looked for their baskets. Libby was excited to get hers with a Rubik&#39;s cube and candy. Pepper was pleased with hers as well. She had 6 eggs filled with Fisher Price Little People. She had a lot of fun playing with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast, we put a movie on for Pepper and went through Matthew Chapters 26-28 reading and remembering about why we celebrate Easter. We then read through John Chapter 1. It was a great morning. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/6780453343440608229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6780453343440608229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6780453343440608229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-2040256330364416</id><published>2010-02-11T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:48:23.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping with a cold</title><content type='html'>Why does it seem that when a toddler gets a cold, it lasts forever. We have been coping with a runny nose and cough for over two weeks. Pepper was checked for an ear infection and treated for 10 days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the runny nose seems to last and the gurgly cough too. It is so sad to watch your baby go through this for so many days. And so tiring when it effects their appetite and sleep too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She refused to eat her usual solids and drank very little milk during the 10 day stretch that she was on antibiotics. And speaking of antibiotics, getting 1 tsp down twice a day had its challenges as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the two nights that she projectile vomited, yah we could have done without those too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the worst is hopefully behind us and we can hope for a healthier few months!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/2040256330364416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/02/coping-with-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/2040256330364416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/2040256330364416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/02/coping-with-cold.html' title='Coping with a cold'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-8833829595074990901</id><published>2010-02-03T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:42:01.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World with a toddler</title><content type='html'>Well we just got back from family vacation in Disney World. Grandma Barb and Rick met us in Florida for a week long Disney adventure. I was a little worried about taking a one year old there. Would she sleep? Would she be overwhelmed?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But actually, Pepper was wonderful. She was very excited to see all the people, the characters and to enjoy some rides. We took her on several little kid rides and also took her with us on some other major attractions. She actually fell asleep on Pirates of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. And she really enjoyed the shows. She clapped and danced along with Beauty and the Beast and street boogied with a host of characters during a street parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pepper also had a chance to come up close and personal with some characters during character greetings and some dining opportunities. She loved seeing the characters from a bit of a distance and would blow them kisses and both sign and say &quot;more&quot;. But if they got too close, she would wave them off and say &quot;bye bye&quot; and &quot;no no&quot;. It was really cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when she warmed up to them, she would give them five, hug a few of them. She loved meeting Pooh and Tigger. But poor Eyore, she didn&#39;t want a lot to do with him. She also loved hugging Marie - one of the Aristocats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great vacation with the whole family. Libby got to meet the newest Disney princess, Princess Tiana, from Princess and the Frog! She was elated. She is infatuated with this movie. She had seen it twice before we went to Disney, and talked Grandma Barb into seeing it at Downtown Disney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiana was a beautiful princess and very friendly. She was of course with her prince, Navine. Libby loved meeting both of them. We got lots of pictures with them and she also got their autographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great having Rick and Grandma come from Omaha to meet us. It gave us a chance to be together and also enjoy Disney together once again! It was a great first trip for Pepper and a wonderful vacation!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/8833829595074990901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-world-with-toddler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8833829595074990901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8833829595074990901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/02/disney-world-with-toddler.html' title='Disney World with a toddler'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-739103265632264041</id><published>2010-01-03T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:16:23.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 A New Year</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season was a hard one this year. It was our first year traveling for the holidays. We made the decision to go back in time for Christmas Eve and in hindsight this was not the optimum way to do things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up going back way too early and celebrating our Christmas at home on the 17th. This decision was made at the last minute because we didn&#39;t want to take everything back with us. However, there were some items that I had planned to take back for Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the weather being bad in Omaha this changed our plans and derailed our plans for Christmas again. We were going to spend some of our time in our friends house who was traveling for the holidays, however we stayed with Jim&#39;s parents instead. Thankfully we did this, otherwise there would not have been any family Christmas time on Christmas day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first attempt to celebrate Christmas with Grandpa Foster didn&#39;t go as planned. He was not feeling well, so we spent only an hour with him and then left just in case he was getting the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Christmas Eve the Christmas blizzard of 2009 started and we didn&#39;t end up going to Grandma Edie&#39;s as planned. We did get to celebrate with Jim&#39;s family though as planned on Christmas Eve which was nice. However the blizzard prevented us from getting together with my family on Christmas day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We instead postponed this visit to Sunday, thus extending our stay in Omaha by a couple more days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year we will plan differently and hopefully have the feeling of a more normal Christmas, but all in all we did get to spend some quality time with family and friends and enjoy the season as the week went on. But we were all happy to be safe at home in time to bring in the New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/739103265632264041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/739103265632264041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/739103265632264041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year.html' title='2010 A New Year'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-6815515269633361406</id><published>2009-12-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:19:14.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>Who doesn&#39;t love nap time? It is a break in the day or it should be anyway. It allows you some time to get something done. Or it should. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My one year old daughter used to be a great napper. I could put her in her bassinet when she was small and she would fall asleep on her own with little fuss or fight. She would just go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then around age 4-5 months we were traveling from Omaha to Colorado to explore the idea of moving here. This seemed to really mess up her schedule and her ability to fall asleep and stay asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around age 7 months we finally moved and ever since, she still won&#39;t sleep well in her bed. It might be the altitude change or the time change, but I still try to get her to sleep in her bed and fall asleep on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, whenever I put her down for a nap, she usually cries for quite a while - sometimes up to 20 minutes before falling asleep and then only sleeps 45 minutes at the high end. Yet if I hold her and let her fall asleep in my arms she will sleep an hour or up to 2 1/2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have tried fans, humidifiers, lullaby cd&#39;s and toys in the bed. I wish I could reset her body, but I love to cuddle with her and hope this may be a phase that will end some day. For now we will take it one day and one nap at a time.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/6815515269633361406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/12/nap-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6815515269633361406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6815515269633361406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/12/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-2880807752157845842</id><published>2009-12-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:09:33.020-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenage girls"/><title type='text'>Tween to teen overnight</title><content type='html'>So my sweet little tween, now teen, daughter Libby turned 13 on November 14. It seems like the transition from tween to teen happened so quick. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 6 months time, she went from watching the Disney channel and listening to Miley and the Jonas Brothers, to texting and listening to Lady Gaga and the Blackeyed Peas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is now more conscience than ever on her looks. Daily as she leaves for school she has to make sure she looks just right. Right clothes, right hair and yes even at times needs to wear makeup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently moved to Colorado and last year in January as we prepared for this move, we packed up items in her room to declutter. Some of the items we packed were her American Girl Doll, some Miley/Hannah Montana dolls and some High School Musical dolls. She knew she wanted to keep these. Other items that she was ready to part with, we gave to some good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we moved into our house in September though, we started to unpack her boxes and she decided she was too old for the items that we saved in February. This transition seemed to happen overnight for me. I am not sure I am ready for this teenage girl! Luckily she has a baby sister who she decided to save these treasures for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are dealing with a boyfriend, new teen friends, loud sleepovers and movie and mall dates. I don&#39;t remember this transition being so hard with Rick.....&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/2880807752157845842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tween-to-teen-overnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/2880807752157845842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/2880807752157845842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/12/tween-to-teen-overnight.html' title='Tween to teen overnight'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-8613467837316571859</id><published>2009-11-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:09:05.425-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies"/><title type='text'>Observing</title><content type='html'>I love watching Pepper play by herself. Sometimes it is a short lived event, because she is so curious and wanting to get off to discover something new.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is into books with pictures of babies. She will look at the pages and turn back and forth from one page to the next chattering away and sometimes giving the babies kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she moves onto something new. Like carrying Romeo (the dog&#39;s) toy around. She wants to give it to him. Sometimes they play tug of war which is hilarious to watch as he is a Chihuahua but thinks he is a Great Dane at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are the little things she picks up to look at. She is into getting books off the bookshelf that aren&#39;t hers. I have 2 little mini books one is devoted to daughters from my mom and one devoted to mom&#39;s from my daughter. She is fascinated by them. It must be the size in addition to the cute little printed pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so much fun watching a wee little baby exploring this great big world. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/8613467837316571859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/observing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8613467837316571859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/8613467837316571859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/observing.html' title='Observing'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-6835576496514623555</id><published>2009-11-20T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:09:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby babble</title><content type='html'>Did you ever wonder what your baby/toddler is saying or thinking? I sometimes pretend to know what my baby is saying when she is clearly having a conversation with herself and her toys. My oldest daughter laughs when I put words into the baby&#39;s mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we need to get a baby translator collar like the dog in UP so we know what they are saying. At least that way we could understand them and not tick them off when we have no clue what they are trying to tell us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again maybe we aren&#39;t supposed to know - that is the beauty and mystery of being small. You get to live in your own land and have your own language. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/6835576496514623555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-babble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6835576496514623555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/6835576496514623555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-babble.html' title='Baby babble'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7553669109806885096.post-5198396368890600648</id><published>2009-11-19T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:46:15.711-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SAHM"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stay at home mom"/><title type='text'>Welcome to SuperMom - the adventures of a stay at home mom</title><content type='html'>Okay so that is a very windy title for something, but the site name was available. Why am I writing this you ask, because I desperately want to get paid for writing some day. And a good friend of mine once told me, that in order to do that you need discipline, you need to write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I think I am a super mom - well maybe not in the sense that I have special powers or that I am the greatest thing since sliced bread or anything, but I was thinking of something my oldest daughter, Libby&#39;s friend said once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see I had this pair of shoes, they were rather comfortable for a while and I would wear them a lot. And her friend called them my &quot;super mom&quot; shoes. Kind of funny, so that was the inspiration for the blog title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little about myself, for those that don&#39;t know. I am 40 - eeks 40 years old. It was a hard milestone. Most people don&#39;t think that I look 40 (thank goodness). While just the other day, someone thought I was Libby&#39;s sister and not her mom. Little did that person know, Libby is not my oldest.....I also have a son, Rick who is 21 and yes if you have read my other blog (&lt;a href=&quot;http://pregnantagainat38.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://pregnantagainat38.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) you know that I have an infant almost toddler, Pepper. She will be an adoring 1 year old on November 27, 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been married to my wonderful husband Jim for over 17 years. My how the time has flown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to work in the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;teleservices&lt;/span&gt; industry for over 11 years. But after the birth of Pepper, I realized my hearts desire was to stay at home with her. And my loving husband called me up one day and said go for it - after I had gone back to work following her birth. So we are going on 9 months of being a stay at home mom and still going strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog will be my outreach to the world, a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;journal of&lt;/span&gt; my adventures as a stay at home mom - welcome friends both old and hopefully I will meet some new! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/feeds/5198396368890600648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-supermom-adventures-of-stay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/5198396368890600648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7553669109806885096/posts/default/5198396368890600648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermom-nan.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-supermom-adventures-of-stay.html' title='Welcome to SuperMom - the adventures of a stay at home mom'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03166082628811122388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgfOkVMqIWsrMLBSqaw-k1meQQxaBaWcEi6ygs8sLqIt7uVata-iw2vZthU8uuubm0LS6s0U7TpYU9eUVE-FP2VMZBvYcQbjsJYdNOaVf84fccKEob--azkg0_ycVag/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>