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It's hard to believe just how fast the time has gone. My babies are so big now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 480px"&gt;&lt;embed height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" src="http://w265.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw265.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fii234%2Fkatiebala26%2Fthrough the years%2F0538c78c.pbw" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s265.photobucket.com/albums/ii234/katiebala26/through%20the%20years/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0538c78c.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&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/8657675914750720787-1532361885385112785?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/Jk4sYrw1D4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/1532361885385112785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/through-years.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1532361885385112785?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1532361885385112785?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/Jk4sYrw1D4Q/through-years.html" title="through the years" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/through-years.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cESXs8eSp7ImA9WhdRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-5042755468644611828</id><published>2011-08-07T12:47:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:56:48.571-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T20:56:48.571-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HFCS" /><title>are you up for the challenge?</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHKqqMta5iM/Tj7DQik7CmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/sbcm12S0bRM/s1600/corna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158472441432674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHKqqMta5iM/Tj7DQik7CmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/sbcm12S0bRM/s320/corna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we spent time visiting family in Virginia (who, by the way, are extraordinary folks!). They all eat very healthy and particular and I became intrigued. I asked my cousin what prompted her diet change. She showed me this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1qUJ7moEEA/Tj7JecYQ6QI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c-yc7qvN1yg/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638165308365662466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1qUJ7moEEA/Tj7JecYQ6QI/AAAAAAAAA-M/c-yc7qvN1yg/s320/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refined to Real Food: Moving Your Family Toward Healthier, Wholesome Eating&lt;/em&gt; by Allison Anneser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about ten minutes flipping through the pages, reading the charts and graphs, and immediately knew a change in my family’s diet was necessary. I have spent the better part of the past month educating myself on a nasty little genetically altered food additive and preservative called high fructose corn syrup (HFCS). What I have read and learned has been disturbing and prompted a major change in the Bala household. We immediately took the HFCS challenge (I’ll get into THAT later!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first let me give you the low down on HFCS. It is sometimes referred to as corn sugar, and has become a popular ingredient in sodas and fruit-flavored drinks. In fact, high-fructose corn syrup is the most common added sweetener in processed foods and beverages. It’s a food additive and preservative, mostly made from genetically altered corn. The process used to make this additive is pretty foul. It is ground into a fine powder, and then broken down further with fungus and a bacterium. It lasts longer than real sugar, and more importantly it’s cheaper. And in marketable products in America… cheaper is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXRhlDpHoT8/Tj7DUBayiXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/joZxDS0e1s8/s1600/corn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158532260039026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXRhlDpHoT8/Tj7DUBayiXI/AAAAAAAAA9s/joZxDS0e1s8/s320/corn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Buzz surrounding the dangers of HFCS recently began, prompting studies and investigations of the product. Most of America was unaware of what high fructose corn syrup was, if it was truly dangerous, or exactly how much we were consuming. The results of the investigations varied and most were troubling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Institute for Agriculture and Trade Policy, almost half of tested samples of commercial high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS) products contained mercury. Mercury was also found in nearly a third of 55 popular brand name food and beverage products where HFCS is the first or second highest labeled ingredient, according to two new U.S. studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Johnson, a professor of medicine at the University of Colorado states that research shows that high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) can damage your organs, trigger weight gain, and increase your insulin resistance leading to diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="viddler_5087f295" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11562"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9789"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/5087f295/"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/5087f295/"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/5087f295/" width="437" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" name="viddler_5087f295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies also found people who eat a lot of HFCS-containing foods are likely to consume more calories and become overweight or obese. Dr. Mark Hyman is a respected medical consultant, New York Times bestselling author, lecturer, and practicing physician. He is a leader in the emerging field of functional medicine. His article, &lt;a href="http://drhyman.com/5-reasons-high-fructose-corn-syrup-will-kill-you-5050/"&gt;“5 Reasons High Fructose Corn Syrup Will Kill You”&lt;/a&gt; is a must read! According to Dr. Hyman, HCFS is bad news for your waistline and your health because it actually increases your appetite. When you eat fructose, it doesn't set into motion the chemical reactions and hormones that tell your brain you are full, nor does it shut off the hormone that stimulates your appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAjmVr6TKhE/Tj7DrsjAh3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/qp4MrTFVxXw/s1600/corn3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158938974226290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAjmVr6TKhE/Tj7DrsjAh3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/qp4MrTFVxXw/s320/corn3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, and most troubling, I found a study conducted by scientists at UCLA. They discovered that pancreatic cancer cells grew faster when "fed" with fructose. The pancreatic tumor cells used fructose to divide and proliferate. They said their finding, published in the journal Cancer Research, may help explain other studies that have linked fructose intake with pancreatic cancer, one of the deadliest cancer types. "These findings show that cancer cells can readily metabolize fructose to increase proliferation," Dr. Anthony Heaney of UCLA's Jonsson Cancer Center and colleagues wrote (Reuters, 2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not everyone is convinced that this ingredient is foul or harmful. Last June, the Corn Refiners Association launched an ad campaign defending the food additive. Their defense, HFCS is “natural sugar made from corn” (www.corn.org) and “sugar is sugar.” &lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fyj2N-AspqU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is we have a responsibility to our own health. We need to read the nutrition labels on the foods we buy. I don't need my syrup to have a 3 year shelf life. So I will choose the brand that does not contain HFCS. I need healthy ingredients I can feel safe feeding to my children. Despite what the corn refiners are saying, we know much less about the long-term side effects of consuming HFCS. Maybe I didn’t start consuming HFCS until my 20’s… however I am feeding it to my children since birth. The decision to feed them something that we don’t REALLY know the side effects of yet terrifies me. Because they will have had much more exposure to it and would experience the side effects much earlier in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDA needs to be held accountable for the foods they allow to be made. Our food is becoming a mixture of chemicals and genetically altered ingredients and you need to be a chemist to understand what you are consuming. The same ingredients that are banned in other countries are the first or second ingredients in products in the US. Doesn’t that alone seem WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… what will you do about it? I’ll tell you what we did. We took the HFCS challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmuq9mDLisQ/Tj7DdOln22I/AAAAAAAAA98/49vIPJWVbyk/s1600/corn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158690413960034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmuq9mDLisQ/Tj7DdOln22I/AAAAAAAAA98/49vIPJWVbyk/s320/corn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 1: Open your fridge, freezer, and pantry and read every label. Make a pile of all of the products that contain HFCS. Record the products on paper or take a picture so you know which itmes need to be replaced with a healthier alternative. The choice is yours to either trash or finish up these products. I couldn’t just throw money in the trash can.. Products that were just about empty I chucked. The others we used up but vowed never to purchase again. Here are the products in my home that contained HFCS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA7EtR2PTj4/Tj7LjHS_XBI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Qqrfgtpg0JE/s1600/DSCN1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638167587628997650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TA7EtR2PTj4/Tj7LjHS_XBI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Qqrfgtpg0JE/s320/DSCN1914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yz_wqNCZOWw/Tj7LacW0S3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/r63NLKXaW9E/s1600/DSCN1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638167438663371634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yz_wqNCZOWw/Tj7LacW0S3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/r63NLKXaW9E/s320/DSCN1913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;STEP 2: Replace items with those that do not contain HFCS. It’s easier than you think! Just read a label! If your Motts Apple Sauce contains HFCS, that doesn’t mean ALL applesauce does! Some companies are choosing the unhealthier approach to save money and lengthen shelf life. The Giant brand of apple sauce does not contain HFCS! (**remember, it can be listed as high fructose corn syrup, or corn sugar**).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t be bothered with reading labels, then simply change where you shop. Stores like Whole Foods or Trader Joes limit (if not ban) products with HFCS. Stores are beginning to offer a line of products that are healthy and free of preservatives and additives. For example, Trader Joe’s private label products are sourced from non-genetically modified ingredients. Wegman’s "Food You Feel Good About" products have an easy-to-spot bright yellow banner on the package. These products are free of artificial colors and flavors, preservatives, trans fats from partially hydrogenated oils and are fresh meats are from animals not given antibiotics, hormones or animal by-products. The Target brand, Archer Farms, now carries and Archer Farms Organic line of most of their products. Easily spotted, right on the label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, I am sure your grocery store has an organic isle or two at the front of the store. But be careful, some products are significantly overpriced and you could find what you are looking for elsewhere much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my new purchases from Trader Joes and Giant: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OFNsMqk1Do/Tj7MHa9fZmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5qTFwo6BToo/s1600/DSCN1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638168211382822498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OFNsMqk1Do/Tj7MHa9fZmI/AAAAAAAAA-8/5qTFwo6BToo/s320/DSCN1925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJGhXK6NXhc/Tj7L-dx3HhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/teccfn3yT1w/s1600/DSCN1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638168057520528914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oJGhXK6NXhc/Tj7L-dx3HhI/AAAAAAAAA-0/teccfn3yT1w/s320/DSCN1921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuMUXhvNnaI/Tj7L2n_SgeI/AAAAAAAAA-s/3B7taiJgkjU/s1600/DSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638167922822250978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuMUXhvNnaI/Tj7L2n_SgeI/AAAAAAAAA-s/3B7taiJgkjU/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTpqcgKZB1U/Tj7LtREf7rI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3sBlVMrbtfw/s1600/DSCN1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638167762051264178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTpqcgKZB1U/Tj7LtREf7rI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3sBlVMrbtfw/s320/DSCN1919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It’s really as simple as that! I encourage you to read up more on the evidence and arguments surrounding HFCS. Ultimately, the choice is yours. If you chose to (or already have chosen) eliminate HFCS from your family’s diet let me know! And share your new finds too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyOBQYFm8jU/Tj7DZBsE4ZI/AAAAAAAAA90/_6gRM5NtTQc/s1600/corn%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638158618231890322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyOBQYFm8jU/Tj7DZBsE4ZI/AAAAAAAAA90/_6gRM5NtTQc/s320/corn%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-5042755468644611828?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/WoSnu-fru14" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/5042755468644611828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-up-for-challenge.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/5042755468644611828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/5042755468644611828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/WoSnu-fru14/are-you-up-for-challenge.html" title="are you up for the challenge?" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uHKqqMta5iM/Tj7DQik7CmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/sbcm12S0bRM/s72-c/corna.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-up-for-challenge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQXY_eCp7ImA9WhdRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-105531172004865925</id><published>2011-08-07T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:37:00.840-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T10:37:00.840-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>gotta go right now</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMg7z0AhSkE/Tj6ge19nixI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nA8Ot_zUhOs/s1600/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638120235256482578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMg7z0AhSkE/Tj6ge19nixI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nA8Ot_zUhOs/s320/bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A new dilemma has broken out in my home. And for the first time ever, I have NO idea how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon to be 4 year old has recently started having accidents while playing. Not full blown, but enough to wet through clothes. He doesn’t even know he’s done it until I point it out. When I ask, “WHY did you pee in your pants?” His reply is, “I didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel he has become so engrossed in what he’s doing that he fails to realize he’s gotta go. That or he’s afraid if he pauses his Wii game to pee, his brother will see that as a key opportunity to finally have a turn playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either case, it’s like being back at square one. I now have to remind myself to remind him to use the bathroom every 30 minutes… that or become comfortable with the fact that I am now the mom of that kid that always smells like pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I think I will go with what’s behind door number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-105531172004865925?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/b70fVyBLJt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/105531172004865925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotta-go-right-now.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/105531172004865925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/105531172004865925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/b70fVyBLJt0/gotta-go-right-now.html" title="gotta go right now" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMg7z0AhSkE/Tj6ge19nixI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nA8Ot_zUhOs/s72-c/bathroom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/gotta-go-right-now.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDQ3g6eCp7ImA9WhdRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-4775879707382516060</id><published>2011-08-07T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:14:32.610-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T10:14:32.610-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mob rules" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGLsPllJBc0/Tj6cvg1tnMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/mB_VUFaIsqE/s1600/mobrules-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638116123597446338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGLsPllJBc0/Tj6cvg1tnMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/mB_VUFaIsqE/s320/mobrules-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#9 (a continuation of &lt;a href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/search/label/mob%20rules"&gt;#8&lt;/a&gt;): When you are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;om &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oys you find yourself in a one man army crusade for the cleanliness of the bathroom. You will tirelessly explain to your boys that they MUST hold and aim at all times. Otherwise the front of the toilet and floor will constantly be soiled because of the simplicity of “the lean.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-4775879707382516060?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/NziznyNdtio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/4775879707382516060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-continuation-of-8-when-you-are-m-om-o.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4775879707382516060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4775879707382516060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/NziznyNdtio/9-continuation-of-8-when-you-are-m-om-o.html" title="" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGLsPllJBc0/Tj6cvg1tnMI/AAAAAAAAA9U/mB_VUFaIsqE/s72-c/mobrules-1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-continuation-of-8-when-you-are-m-om-o.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSHw5fSp7ImA9WhdTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-2392831127519470788</id><published>2011-07-10T20:56:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:38:09.225-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-10T21:38:09.225-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let's go shopping" /><title>summer shopping</title><content type="html">The boys and I hit the stores for a few summertime purchases this month. Here are some of my new favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the boys we shopped at Olly and picked up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Crocbands by Crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbwaAnSPbrs/ThpK2dhtFpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/u1Dgop5cnts/s1600/crocs-crocband-red-pair_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627892983852242578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbwaAnSPbrs/ThpK2dhtFpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/u1Dgop5cnts/s320/crocs-crocband-red-pair_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Keens in the following shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x--9p_9JUMM/ThpMpHvAvmI/AAAAAAAAA78/_pN5_qBBBXE/s1600/jack%2Bkeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627894953687432802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x--9p_9JUMM/ThpMpHvAvmI/AAAAAAAAA78/_pN5_qBBBXE/s320/jack%2Bkeen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmHqZdBi9Ek/ThpLEi5spII/AAAAAAAAA7c/PAQjvNO4KVo/s1600/navy%2Bkeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627893225813222530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmHqZdBi9Ek/ThpLEi5spII/AAAAAAAAA7c/PAQjvNO4KVo/s320/navy%2Bkeen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mom we shopped at Ulta and found these must haves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Grace by Philosophy in shampoo, body wash, lotion, and perfume (what a fresh smell! I have received so many compliments! My new favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wM2UdPt-Uk/ThpLy6mXW9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/pgBZvI6Gfnk/s1600/amazing%2Bgrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627894022448569298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wM2UdPt-Uk/ThpLy6mXW9I/AAAAAAAAA7k/pgBZvI6Gfnk/s320/amazing%2Bgrace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cargo Voyages Lip Gloss (a great assortment of shades in one package)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTpr_xiGpZA/ThpMHumwDHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/fxRBBITw8FE/s1600/Cargo-Voyages-Lip-Gloss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627894380006214770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UTpr_xiGpZA/ThpMHumwDHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/fxRBBITw8FE/s320/Cargo-Voyages-Lip-Gloss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essie polish in Coat Azure (so eye catching with a tan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q2dKJ1Rh8I/ThpMWg3HmhI/AAAAAAAAA70/bRMsROmuImg/s1600/essie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627894634014808594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Q2dKJ1Rh8I/ThpMWg3HmhI/AAAAAAAAA70/bRMsROmuImg/s320/essie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Beauty Sun Bronzer and Kabuki (enhances the summer tan glow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSiAP9iWW58/ThpM7WFIV1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/iFaaBT-b9YI/s1600/kabuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627895266775947090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSiAP9iWW58/ThpM7WFIV1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/iFaaBT-b9YI/s320/kabuki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9FFdbvmsP0/ThpM4OPa7LI/AAAAAAAAA8E/8Wpc035HnNI/s1600/pop%2Bbeauty%2Bsun%2Bbronzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627895213132016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9FFdbvmsP0/ThpM4OPa7LI/AAAAAAAAA8E/8Wpc035HnNI/s320/pop%2Bbeauty%2Bsun%2Bbronzer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Faced Natural Eye (Natural and shimmery, it even comes with cards demonstrating how to apply the shadows for different looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuTouleNEHY/ThpNLAETRRI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Jd_DVM0qV2U/s1600/too%2Bfaced%2Bnatural%2Beye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627895535744795922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuTouleNEHY/ThpNLAETRRI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Jd_DVM0qV2U/s320/too%2Bfaced%2Bnatural%2Beye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE these summer shades! After spending a day here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEZVbDa4S6s/ThpNY8-AsRI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fNnswXBXwBI/s1600/ww.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627895775431274770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EEZVbDa4S6s/ThpNY8-AsRI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fNnswXBXwBI/s320/ww.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shower up and have a pretty glow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3tdpksveXM/ThpQwpNlfPI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6UTgTAK3_pM/s1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627899480979635442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3tdpksveXM/ThpQwpNlfPI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6UTgTAK3_pM/s320/me2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer shopping,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-2392831127519470788?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/F8sKiwTKwhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/2392831127519470788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-shopping.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2392831127519470788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2392831127519470788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/F8sKiwTKwhU/summer-shopping.html" title="summer shopping" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbwaAnSPbrs/ThpK2dhtFpI/AAAAAAAAA7M/u1Dgop5cnts/s72-c/crocs-crocband-red-pair_lg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-shopping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQ3w7cCp7ImA9WhdTEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-3246477510252351734</id><published>2011-07-09T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T17:01:42.208-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T17:01:42.208-04:00</app:edited><title>summa summa time</title><content type="html">Happy Summer Friends! Nothing’s better than muscle shirts and water ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h67tW_UhUrE/ThjBWodrgfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/iemcbnLMACA/s1600/DSCN1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627460328962621938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h67tW_UhUrE/ThjBWodrgfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/iemcbnLMACA/s320/DSCN1926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-3246477510252351734?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/Nkw_Ktcu430" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/3246477510252351734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/07/summa-summa-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3246477510252351734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3246477510252351734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/Nkw_Ktcu430/summa-summa-time.html" title="summa summa time" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h67tW_UhUrE/ThjBWodrgfI/AAAAAAAAA7E/iemcbnLMACA/s72-c/DSCN1926.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/07/summa-summa-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRX45eSp7ImA9WhZUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-7099839107820956160</id><published>2011-06-11T17:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:57:54.021-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-11T17:57:54.021-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let's go shopping" /><title>sweet!</title><content type="html">I'm so excited to tell you this! These awesome people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/103600117164359594194/MamaMeHa?authkey=Gv1sRgCKX8rcOm-9y-PQ#5617084804438531986'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fq3I4nRimtQ/TfPk3nnNn5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/zR3hOobQybM/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought me this awesome gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/103600117164359594194/MamaMeHa?authkey=Gv1sRgCKX8rcOm-9y-PQ#5617084812153423666'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-phHCadZsj8o/TfPk4EWlhzI/AAAAAAAAA50/EKZgtdFIrCM/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='164' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3G 32gig Apple ipad2. It. Is. Amazing. The possibilities are endless. The entire family has really been enjoying many features. Games, books, Internet, music, camera, video, email, and more. Blogging is so simple, the images are in HD, we can connect it to our television... I can go on forever. I highly recommend this gadget! However be prepared to kiss productivity and months of spending money goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPad-tastically yours, &lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-7099839107820956160?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/FfDMZwCeu_8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/7099839107820956160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7099839107820956160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7099839107820956160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/FfDMZwCeu_8/sweet.html" title="sweet!" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fq3I4nRimtQ/TfPk3nnNn5I/AAAAAAAAA5w/zR3hOobQybM/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQAQHs6fSp7ImA9WhZUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-6807588822040020167</id><published>2011-06-11T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:25:41.515-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T21:25:41.515-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>The magic mouse</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/103600117164359594194/MamaMeHa?authkey=Gv1sRgCKX8rcOm-9y-PQ#5617080386258478690"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" border="0" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pu-LU2e1wQs/TfPg2cnAJmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/EmGOT6I1SsE/s288/0.jpg" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua has had his first loose tooth for weeks! We've been prepping him for the big fall out as well as a visit from the tooth fairy. However, after speaking with a Hill student from Spain, all of that changed. An awesome boy named Jose told Josh all about the Magic Mouse from his country. This mouse comes during the night to remove the tooth from under your pillow and leaves you with a special prize. Of course this sounded WAY cooler to Josh than a fairy. So... Low and behold he finally yanked his first tooth out (while sitting on the toilet of all places)! Josh was so proud of himself. He and his brother both received a visit from the Magic Mouse. Josh got a dollar and Jack got a quarter. They were thrilled! If you ask Jack about it he'll tell you, "Josh got a dollar, but I only got money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-6807588822040020167?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/uLbNrA0SMyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/6807588822040020167/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-mouse.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/6807588822040020167?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/6807588822040020167?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/uLbNrA0SMyY/magic-mouse.html" title="The magic mouse" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pu-LU2e1wQs/TfPg2cnAJmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/EmGOT6I1SsE/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-mouse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEESXw8fyp7ImA9WhZVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-2668510578792396840</id><published>2011-05-25T20:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:43:28.277-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T20:43:28.277-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>an interesting snack</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bvkOXT329E/Td2hqaRjMgI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DIKnE7IE0rQ/s1600/cotton%2Bballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610818460753015298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bvkOXT329E/Td2hqaRjMgI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DIKnE7IE0rQ/s320/cotton%2Bballs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So tonight I was sitting on the couch painting my nails a new awesome shade of blue (oh don’t you worry… a post of that will come soon!) and I had a bag of cotton balls sitting on the table in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest, Jack, walks up and takes one look at the bag. Here’s the conversation that transpires:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: What are those?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cotton balls.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Can I have one?&lt;br /&gt;Me: To do what with?&lt;br /&gt;Jack: So I can eat it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jackson, cotton balls are not for eating! I think you have watched Elf one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: But I like to eat cock-and-balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert hysterical laughter here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inappropriately,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-2668510578792396840?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/LlMyn9Qrpok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/2668510578792396840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-snack.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2668510578792396840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2668510578792396840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/LlMyn9Qrpok/interesting-snack.html" title="an interesting snack" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bvkOXT329E/Td2hqaRjMgI/AAAAAAAAA4c/DIKnE7IE0rQ/s72-c/cotton%2Bballs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/interesting-snack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQn45fyp7ImA9WhZVEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-8881037557689353059</id><published>2011-05-22T20:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:22:13.027-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T20:22:13.027-04:00</app:edited><title>hup two, three, four</title><content type="html">Keep it up, two, three four. Company sound off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Jack were invited to the coolest birthday party ever today! An Army Party! Friends of ours, Kristyn and Andy, came up with this genius idea for their 5 year old son, Jack. The party was held at their home and run solely by Kristyn and Andy. When children arrived, they were quickly transformed into soldiers. Each child was dressed in a camo t-shirt, dog tag and canteen (each labeled with their name), camo bandana tied around their head, and camo face paint applied to their faces. Then they formed ranks and entered the err… battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0IMohmypEI/TdmnK1joozI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KkK_eBIK4Jk/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609698615483736882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0IMohmypEI/TdmnK1joozI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KkK_eBIK4Jk/s320/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1vQHcBJKn8/TdmnDfhuQHI/AAAAAAAAA38/O5K-X95vDVc/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609698489311051890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1vQHcBJKn8/TdmnDfhuQHI/AAAAAAAAA38/O5K-X95vDVc/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers took part in various obstacle course activities like tug-of-war, water balloon toss, hula hoop run, and tunnel crawling. Anytime a soldier fell down, the parents summoned the other soldiers to help him up because, “Soldiers never leave a man behind!” Anytime a soldier got hurt, the other soldiers commended him for his purple heart. Next, the soldiers took turns swinging at an army man piñata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O468DCBt8iw/Tdmm9vAH5BI/AAAAAAAAA30/7euas_4RvRQ/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609698390385878034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O468DCBt8iw/Tdmm9vAH5BI/AAAAAAAAA30/7euas_4RvRQ/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were given camo goodie bags to hold their prizes earned. Goodie bags held candy, camo bubbles, camo glasses, a camo silicon wrist band, and more. After that, it was time for pizza, cake, and presents! The cake was a standard box cake that my friend Kristyn decorated to look like an army battlefield. IT WAS GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfsJhdjg4oQ/Tdmm4LTEiMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/VbUYkzmEqrY/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609698294902327490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfsJhdjg4oQ/Tdmm4LTEiMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/VbUYkzmEqrY/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SLpF4PK564/TdmmxsCYnZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/d67arrW6a8U/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609698183431626130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SLpF4PK564/TdmmxsCYnZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/d67arrW6a8U/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, without a doubt, one of the coolest parties I’ve ever seen! Andy and Kris I applaud your creativity, patience, and humor! My boys are still in their army gear and have been playing soldier all night. When I showed them the pictures from the party Jack said, “That was fun! We have to go there again sometime!” :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooah,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-8881037557689353059?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/P1Qk6lXkMZw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/8881037557689353059/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/hup-two-three-four.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/8881037557689353059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/8881037557689353059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/P1Qk6lXkMZw/hup-two-three-four.html" title="hup two, three, four" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0IMohmypEI/TdmnK1joozI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KkK_eBIK4Jk/s72-c/12.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/hup-two-three-four.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICQH44fyp7ImA9WhZWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-4623830060511804670</id><published>2011-05-18T19:58:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:29:21.037-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T21:29:21.037-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let's go shopping" /><title>currently loving my...</title><content type="html">Ok ladies… time to share what you’re loving these days. What’s the new thing you’re into? Give me anything! Cosmetics, books, music, household products, toys, tv shows… YOU NAME IT! I always have this exchange with my hair stylist. We constantly bounce our new favs off of each other and then go try them out. Can’t wait to hear yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently loving my…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uG8BJ9hz4LY/TdRdMsrPHeI/AAAAAAAAA20/RmN5XfQ6Aq8/s1600/Dermalogica.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608209908715429346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uG8BJ9hz4LY/TdRdMsrPHeI/AAAAAAAAA20/RmN5XfQ6Aq8/s320/Dermalogica.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin care regime by Dermologica! LOVE LOVE LOVE this line! I use the:&lt;br /&gt;Daily microfoliant&lt;br /&gt;Special cleansing gel&lt;br /&gt;Multi active toner&lt;br /&gt;Skin smoothing cream&lt;br /&gt;Intensive eye repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to lie… these products are not cheap! This line of 5 items costs me roughly $220. BUT IT’S SO WORTH IT! The bottles are all HUGE. Over 8oz each. And I am loving how my face feels and looks. I have very sensitive skin so I am choosy… and this line has worked wonders. If you don’t believe me, just ask&lt;br /&gt;Audrina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTc0jIjF998/TdRdkLQUstI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Y1LGxJLAG0k/s1600/patridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210312061039314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTc0jIjF998/TdRdkLQUstI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Y1LGxJLAG0k/s320/patridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1zyfLAem88/TdRdUWCILsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/thAUn4ZWifQ/s1600/beckam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210040076381890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1zyfLAem88/TdRdUWCILsI/AAAAAAAAA3E/thAUn4ZWifQ/s320/beckam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGke6O-OxoA/TdRdQB1H8QI/AAAAAAAAA28/CYvAx1xhcbM/s1600/alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608209965933654274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RGke6O-OxoA/TdRdQB1H8QI/AAAAAAAAA28/CYvAx1xhcbM/s320/alba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all use Dermologica. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently loving my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nst7kSLtL9E/TdRdfwXkKxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6Sxz4_zR3F8/s1600/nail%2Bkit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210236124179218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nst7kSLtL9E/TdRdfwXkKxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/6Sxz4_zR3F8/s320/nail%2Bkit.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revlon Manicure to Go Nail Kit. 4 Piece Set only $4.99 at Target. I have a REALLY bad habit of picking at my nails and cuticles when I am mad, upset, angry, hurt, annoyed, etc… This little beauty has made a HUGE improvement on my nail. Instead of “picking” which we call it in our house, I simply pull this out. It helps my control the urge and allows me to snip, file and trim without destroying my nails. I have also found it very handy for my kids when they get that pesky hang nail. Just be forewarned… if you see me using this it usually means you’ve upset me in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently loving my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5Ykn8T1P3U/TdRdaZAvTZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/hAg-y9vHbw8/s1600/blackberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608210143955078546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5Ykn8T1P3U/TdRdaZAvTZI/AAAAAAAAA3M/hAg-y9vHbw8/s320/blackberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry Curve. Meet the other love of my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously… attached to me at all times. How ON EARTH I ever survived without a SmartPhone is beyond me. I am currently managing three email accounts, two Twitter accounts, two Facebook accounts, a cause site, a blog, a message board and two web sites from this phone. Not to mention my family’s monthly calendar, weather, navigation, video recording, and camera. Oh and the occasional game of solitare, texas hold ‘em, mahjong, a bmm here or there, my kids games, and… well… you get the point. Just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you currently loving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitively yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-4623830060511804670?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/GBRFalRyQ8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/4623830060511804670/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/currently-loving-my.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4623830060511804670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4623830060511804670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/GBRFalRyQ8U/currently-loving-my.html" title="currently loving my..." /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uG8BJ9hz4LY/TdRdMsrPHeI/AAAAAAAAA20/RmN5XfQ6Aq8/s72-c/Dermalogica.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/currently-loving-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQESXo8eCp7ImA9WhZWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-4964867358963519481</id><published>2011-05-15T23:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:41:48.470-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-15T23:41:48.470-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>wordless....err... Sunday?</title><content type="html">I know, it's usually called 'Wordless Wednesday' however I feel compelled to write to you and have nothing to say. :) So instead of blabbering... I'll leave you with an image from our very serious and very mature weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607153420883633410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBboBq1sc6w/TdCcVAzipQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/SZOpk_jgRTM/s320/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sillily, (not a word???)&lt;br /&gt;-Katie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-4964867358963519481?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/6HHi-XVcZAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/4964867358963519481/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordlesserr-sunday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4964867358963519481?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4964867358963519481?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/6HHi-XVcZAI/wordlesserr-sunday.html" title="wordless....err... Sunday?" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBboBq1sc6w/TdCcVAzipQI/AAAAAAAAA2s/SZOpk_jgRTM/s72-c/mom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/wordlesserr-sunday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHSHk4eCp7ImA9WhZWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-7805012869688778613</id><published>2011-05-11T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:42:19.730-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-13T16:42:19.730-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><title>do good anyway</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCrfGRswb34/Tcsrc2lonpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7jSgKgViZEk/s1600/mother%2Bt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605621935882411666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCrfGRswb34/Tcsrc2lonpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7jSgKgViZEk/s200/mother%2Bt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother Teresa is a pioneer, peacemaker, and legend. Not too long ago when I was struggling with events in my own life, a friend of mine brought a prayer of Mother Teresa's to me. Since that day, I have been researching this amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed to her, on more than one occasion, for her to guide me to be the woman she would expect me to be. Mother Teresa promoted the dignity and respect of mankind. There's such amazing goodness in that. To see tenderness and kindness in others when they show it the least. To lift others when they are in their lowest place and help them find God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this blog is usually my ranting, raving and family antics, I wanted to pause for a moment to share with you some of the beautiful prayers and words of Blessed Mother Teresa. I hope you can find meaning, significance, and peace in these messages as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Speak tenderly. Let there be kindness in your face, in your eyes, in your smile, in the warmth of your greeting. Always have a cheerful smile. Don't only give your care, but give your heart as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The more you have, the more you are occupied, the less you give. But the less you have the more free you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in His love than in your own weakness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-7805012869688778613?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/PuDGju2w96A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/7805012869688778613/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-teresa-is-pioneer-peacemaker-and.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7805012869688778613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7805012869688778613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/PuDGju2w96A/mother-teresa-is-pioneer-peacemaker-and.html" title="do good anyway" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCrfGRswb34/Tcsrc2lonpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/7jSgKgViZEk/s72-c/mother%2Bt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-teresa-is-pioneer-peacemaker-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GQ30-cCp7ImA9WhZXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-4977135003305060941</id><published>2011-05-09T20:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:20:22.358-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-09T20:20:22.358-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>crossing streams</title><content type="html">About three months ago I gave you &lt;a href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-when-you-are-m-om-o-f-b-oys-cleaning.html"&gt;mob rule #8.&lt;/a&gt;.. and described how when you are the mom of boys, cleaning the bathroom takes on a whole new meaning. I also referenced this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2Ly7LfHCO4/TciD0u-3JNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qHWG0y6ohQ8/s1600/streams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604874678250710226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2Ly7LfHCO4/TciD0u-3JNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qHWG0y6ohQ8/s200/streams.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the words of Dr. Egon Spengler: Don't &lt;strong&gt;cross the streams&lt;/strong&gt;. It would be bad. Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this scene in the bathroom at the hair salon. The funny thing... I didn't find it odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total protonic reversal,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-4977135003305060941?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/M3uFnlUAtFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/4977135003305060941/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/crossing-streams.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4977135003305060941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/4977135003305060941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/M3uFnlUAtFw/crossing-streams.html" title="crossing streams" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2Ly7LfHCO4/TciD0u-3JNI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qHWG0y6ohQ8/s72-c/streams.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/crossing-streams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NRn89eip7ImA9WhZXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-5246973577681402485</id><published>2011-05-08T19:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:21:37.162-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T19:21:37.162-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>mother's day ~ a dad's must read</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJUOBSO7kus/TcchWYunJfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/plxtP2bvRoU/s1600/dos%2Band%2Bdonts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604484929764664818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJUOBSO7kus/TcchWYunJfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/plxtP2bvRoU/s200/dos%2Band%2Bdonts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is written on behalf of all the mom’s out there… especially those with young children.&lt;em&gt; Because someone has to say it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to multiple internet definitions: &lt;strong&gt;Mother’s Day&lt;/strong&gt; is an occasion when husbands and children express the love and respect that they have for their mother/wife. A time to tell her that she is important to you. It is a day set aside to honor all mothers. On Mother’s Day, husbands and children show their sincere gratitude and appreciation for all mom does each and every day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the second Sunday of every May. It doesn’t creep up unannounced. It’s set in stone every year and requires undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After polling my followers and friends and receiving significant feedback (as well as my own account of Mother’s Day mishaps) here is a list of Mother’s Day Do’s and Don’ts (or Do’s and Do-zints as my son would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwPi_9jAELQ/TccgzAmog5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/A3Uywb0cAQ0/s1600/down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 56px; HEIGHT: 52px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604484321993327506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwPi_9jAELQ/TccgzAmog5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/A3Uywb0cAQ0/s200/down.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER'S DAY DON’Ts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t let her fool you into thinking the day doesn’t matter… because it does. Bottom line. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Give yourself time. Don’t wait until the last minute to start thinking about what you will do for her. Because trust me, it shows. Give yourself A MONTH to plan. Yes, you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 3:&lt;/strong&gt; It is not Mother’s Week, Mother’s Month, or Mother’s Weekend. Nor is it Mother’s Hour, Mother’s 30 minutes, or Mother’s evening. It’s Mother’s DAY. And that’s how long you should celebrate it. ALL DAY. Not just with A gift, or A meal. You have ONE DAY to show her how much you appreciate EVERYTHING she does. And what she does is way more than you could possibly imagine… and more than you could ever handle doing on your own. She deserves A DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t let her know when you plan to do the shopping. Find a way. Knowing only pisses her off. Especially when it’s within three days of Mother’s Day because SHE WILL THINK you put no thought into it. If you are supposed to be at work, take a lunch break and go then. If you are supposed to be taking the kids to practice, skip practice that night and go then. Do it when she will LEAST expect. DON’T say, “I have to run to the store after work.” Or ask her when she’ll be home because you have some thing you need to do. DON’T BE OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t have your own work or events planned, schedule a business trip or have anything else going on that day. This is a huge no-no. If you have NO control over it, make sure she knows WELL in advance. You MUST set aside a completely separate day dedicated JUST for her. She shouldn’t miss out because of what YOU have going on. She should know when her special day will be and that it matters enough to you to make her feel special. SHOW your sincere apology, don’t just tell her. If you have to be away for all or a portion of the day, find a way for her to still receive some sort of planned surprise. Have a friend or family member help you out. Send something to the house. Leave a note, a trail of clues, a small token of your affection somewhere to hold her over until you return. DON’T just call or text her. She deserves better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t buy her the thing she’s mentioned she’s wanted or has been meaning to buy herself. That’s so unoriginal and easy. That’s what Christmas and birthdays are for. If you want to get her that item, then that shouldn’t be the only gift she receives. All that shows it that you’ve listened when she’s spoken. Not that you’ve thought outside of the box on how to surprise her or make her feel special. Trust me, she will be left feeling deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 7:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t take her to eat somewhere you have never been before… especially if it wasn’t recommended by someone. It’s way too risky, and odds are someone (most likely her) will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 8:&lt;/strong&gt; Flowers die. There’s nothing left to show. And again… this gift is an easy copout. It’s like giving chocolate on Valentine’s Day. If you do get flowers, it should be to decorate the house (small bouquets put around the home to surprise her) or a perennial tree or bush for her garden that will come back each year in honor of Mother’s Day. The flowers should not BE THE GIFT. They should only accessorize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule number 9:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t buy her anything to reinforce her mom duties (i.e. a broom, iron, vacuum, etc.). That includes items for the house (i.e. towels, sheets, lamps, etc.). That’s just insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last but not least, rule number 10:&lt;/strong&gt; If you do any of the things above, or leave Mom feeling disappointed or unappreciated, don’t say you’ll make it up to her next year. Odds are you won’t. She’ll remember. And this wasn’t the first time you did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdC1FuIftUU/Tccg2wcwolI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nxMF2oJqGUg/s1600/thumbs%2Bup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 56px; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604484386376426066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdC1FuIftUU/Tccg2wcwolI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nxMF2oJqGUg/s200/thumbs%2Bup.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTHER'S DAY DO's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen you must know that we don’t want to spend the day feeling miserable any more than you want to spend the day with us feeling miserable. And, let’s face it… it’s YOUR job to make us feel appreciated. The kids are going to need some guidance, and we’re looking to you to set the example. So pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Be creative. Does it have to be expensive, NO. Does it have to be thoughtful, YES. Put some thought into how you and the kids can show her ALL DAY how much she’s appreciated. Do something she will never forget… not something she EXPECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; You must take some time to consider WHAT WOULD MAKE HER HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Cards are a MUST, but should not be the only thing she receives, the spit on the envelope should not be wet, and the ink must be dry. Nothing about the card should signify you just quickly filled it out. She should receive a card from you, a card from the kids, and even a card from the pet if she takes care of one. You must do more than sign your name in the cards. Take time to sit in a quiet spot and write her a note, poem, thoughtful message, lyrics to your wedding song, SOMETHING that tells her how much she’s valued. DO NOT write for your kids if they are over the age of 3. Even if it’s scribbles, it should be from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Treat her to something she wouldn’t buy for herself. Embellish the thing she enjoys to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Round up the kids and give her to the royal treatment. From the moment she wakes up she should feel special ALL DAY long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Decorate the house. Flowers around various rooms, gifts and cards set aside on a table, notes from the kids greeting her on the bedroom door and all along the hall as she comes downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; CLEAN. Straighten up the house, clear the sink of dishes, scrub a few toilets, vacuum, send the dog to the groomers, give the kids baths, light a few candles. She will enjoy her day so much more if the house is in order as well as those in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Wash and detail her car. Vacuum and wipe down the inside and wash and wax the outside. Fill up the tank. She will enjoy it and get a very pleasant surprise when she leaves for work on Monday or goes to take the kids somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Does she long for rest and relaxation? Let her sleep in! If your kids can’t behave or be quiet, get them out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Give her free time. Send mom to the spa, shopping, movies, Hawaii… just give her time away. Let her know that you will take care of the kids, handle all meals and field the phone calls. Give her a spa day with her closest girlfriend and/or various gift cards to her favorite retail stores and let her spend the day shopping while you do small things around the house (see #7 and 11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Cook for her. But pay attention… Plan ahead a delicious meal with or without the kids. It should be something she comes home to, otherwise she’ll feel the need to interject, clean up, deal with your stress, or have to watch the kids while you’re destroying the kitchen. Send her somewhere while you do it (see #10), and have her come home when it’s ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Leave her surprises to find throughout the day or during the upcoming week. Do a bunch of “little things” that she will continue to stumble upon… instead of pointing it all out at once. Even if it means setting the alarm early or doing a few things in the middle of the night. The constant excitement will leave her giddy and looking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Groom yourself!!! Shave, shower, put on cologne, dress nice. It’s a flattering gesture and won’t go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Find a quiet moment to tell her how much you love her. Acknowledge specifically all the things she does for you and the children, express you sincere gratitude. Tell her the reasons you fell in love with her and how they have grown and changed throughout the years. Tell her when you find her the most beautiful, sexy, loving, and romantic. What are the things she does that make you look at her and say, “Wow!” Don’t just write it in a card, tell her to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; If your plans involve the kids all day Sunday, leave Saturday night for the two of you. Take her out for some private time. Go listen to music, have a bite to eat, shop together, play a game, anything fun that the two of you enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Is she sophisticated and classy? Take her out for a night on the town! Get a babysitter, get dressed up, go out to a nice restaurant, dancing, open doors for her, and show her some romance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; If all else fails and you still have no clue, ASK FOR HELP! Her girlfriends, her family, or Google it for God’s sake! Acting like you don’t know any better it the biggest mistake of all. If for any other reason, good or bad, she’ll get you back on Father’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do your homework because the last thing any mom should feel on Mother’s Day is disappointed, let down, neglected, overlooked, or unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-5246973577681402485?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/MYvt5wCznsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/5246973577681402485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-dads-must-read.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/5246973577681402485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/5246973577681402485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/MYvt5wCznsM/mothers-day-dads-must-read.html" title="mother's day ~ a dad's must read" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oJUOBSO7kus/TcchWYunJfI/AAAAAAAAAyU/plxtP2bvRoU/s72-c/dos%2Band%2Bdonts.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-dads-must-read.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ARXgyfip7ImA9WhZXGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-1724740190460981148</id><published>2011-05-07T22:08:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:14:04.696-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T23:14:04.696-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family antics" /><title>Citizens Bank Park Tour</title><content type="html">What a fantastic start to the weekend! My extended family had a private tour on Saturday of Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia. This is the stadium that the Philadelphia Phillies play in. My family consists of huge, ruthless, die-hard Phils fans so this was the greatest experience ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my Dad to the Phils game last Sunday for his birthday. We were at the game when the news of Osama Bin Laden’s death broke. Words cannot describe what it was like to be amongst over 40,000 Americans in that moment. A definite “WOW” moment and one he and I will NEVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this past Saturday we were back at the park for our very own private tour. The Phils were taking on the Braves that evening. We had the opportunity to be ON THE FIELD while the Braves pitchers took bp, and we also met a Brave player in the tunnel outside of the visitors clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the tour to begin... Jack being difficult already. Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5sxc5BjIN0/TcdZcCGlbYI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rsPquZ3ORUY/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604546599421570434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5sxc5BjIN0/TcdZcCGlbYI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rsPquZ3ORUY/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh sitting at post game report table where the manager conducts interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4v-igmtllI/TcdY8SjGSlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mCAxR3hhBxY/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604546054080318034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4v-igmtllI/TcdY8SjGSlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mCAxR3hhBxY/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out onto the field!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TokIoGdaqvw/TcdY02uHL2I/AAAAAAAAA18/vsWq65pBZck/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604545926351236962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TokIoGdaqvw/TcdY02uHL2I/AAAAAAAAA18/vsWq65pBZck/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCoiWQld90k/TcdYqnDQ3lI/AAAAAAAAA10/dBSwwT7K2pw/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604545750346292818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCoiWQld90k/TcdYqnDQ3lI/AAAAAAAAA10/dBSwwT7K2pw/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OF7Bwn9iOQ/TcdYWc36vGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gUGQUgEVR9I/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604545404016966754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OF7Bwn9iOQ/TcdYWc36vGI/AAAAAAAAA1s/gUGQUgEVR9I/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in the Phils dugout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeIdBGYNJ78/TcdYJG5W3CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/02N-pwuPnYg/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604545174779124770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeIdBGYNJ78/TcdYJG5W3CI/AAAAAAAAA1k/02N-pwuPnYg/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In35O-hozxI/TcdYAxt4EOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3ul-708zFpY/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604545031654871266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-In35O-hozxI/TcdYAxt4EOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3ul-708zFpY/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqVzF5Oamh4/TcdX4tnmr-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/-XT7vr9hyV4/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604544893115871202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqVzF5Oamh4/TcdX4tnmr-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/-XT7vr9hyV4/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from the media room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1oNGW2oz6I/TcdXvN_AFDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/juWG54hCqnA/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604544730005247026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1oNGW2oz6I/TcdXvN_AFDI/AAAAAAAAA1M/juWG54hCqnA/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh looking out from Harry the K's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Vp_KrkqtM/TcdXosQ3NaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DFo-7q2iC-I/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604544617874142626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Vp_KrkqtM/TcdXosQ3NaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DFo-7q2iC-I/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Kalis's headset... never removed since he passed away.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smK8kxT6Ns8/TcdXehNryvI/AAAAAAAAA08/NH0Lb4VI3Wg/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604544443109329650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smK8kxT6Ns8/TcdXehNryvI/AAAAAAAAA08/NH0Lb4VI3Wg/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can now cross this off my bucket list… you should definitely add it to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phanatically yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-1724740190460981148?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/2uM8FpbbRDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/1724740190460981148/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/citizens-bank-park-tour.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1724740190460981148?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1724740190460981148?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/2uM8FpbbRDg/citizens-bank-park-tour.html" title="Citizens Bank Park Tour" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5sxc5BjIN0/TcdZcCGlbYI/AAAAAAAAA2M/rsPquZ3ORUY/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/05/citizens-bank-park-tour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YHRnozfSp7ImA9WhZSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-3377022999731420182</id><published>2011-04-02T10:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:18:57.485-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-02T12:18:57.485-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trey Love" /><title>13 days</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9MtB8zyQcU/TZc8-r7Y-DI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6eTxXQoz-1A/s1600/trey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591004510045141042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9MtB8zyQcU/TZc8-r7Y-DI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6eTxXQoz-1A/s200/trey3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never knew so much could happen in 13 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 days ago the life of thousands of people changed… most for the better… some for the worst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 days ago the 4 year old son of my dear friends had a neuroblastoma relapse. Neuroblastoma is a rare childhood cancer. Trey Love had been in remission for about a year… now, the doctors have listed him as terminal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13 days ago Trey was unresponsive… he had an aneurism and a stroke. He became paralyzed down the right side of his body and he could no longer talk. Doctors discovered neuroblastoma cells on his brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the past 13 days, I have all but given up my “normal” life for this child and his parents. I rallied the force that is now known as “Team Trey” and spread the word of this precious child’s struggle for life and the need of support. In 13 days his cause reached 19,800 followers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past 13 days, Trey Love’s name has been mentioned by multiple newspapers and news channels, thousands of facebook members, hundreds of twitter members, dozens of schools, multiple churches, and even a celebrity. The impact has been remarkable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have learned what it means to be part of a community… to be part of a family. I have learned that those you think you can depend on in your toughest time are not always the ones who come to support you. I have learned that the kindness of acquaintances and strangers is more powerful then I could ever fathom. I have learned that in despair, it is the selflessness and kindheartedness of others that lifts you up. All in 13 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For 13 days I prayed more to God than I have in a lifetime. Not because I am self-seeking, not because I never needed Him before, and not just because I want this little boy to live. I have prayed my hardest for others. I have prayed that they can see past their own negativity, coldness, anger, and selfishness. I prayed that God would help them come to peace with the trials in their life. I have prayed that they too can find the love in their hearts that will enable them show tenderness and kindness to others in need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 13 days, I have witnessed the devotion of cancer survivors and the commitment of those who’s loved ones have lost their battle with cancer. These warriors have come forward because they too know what it is like to be in the belly of the beast. They want to pay it forward and give back to the community that supported them during their despair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your child is dying, you should never have to worry about how your bills will be paid, who is walking your dogs, or what you are going to eat for dinner… and in 13 days the community has alleviated that burden for the Love family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 13 days this child has taught me more about myself, my community, my family, and my God than I ever could have learned on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Katie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-3377022999731420182?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/itv0-a_mPCs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/3377022999731420182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/04/13-days.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3377022999731420182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3377022999731420182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/itv0-a_mPCs/13-days.html" title="13 days" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m9MtB8zyQcU/TZc8-r7Y-DI/AAAAAAAAAx0/6eTxXQoz-1A/s72-c/trey3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/04/13-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBQnk5cSp7ImA9Wx9aGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-1732088485807854616</id><published>2011-03-12T16:38:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:05:53.729-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T18:05:53.729-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="let's go shopping" /><title>mama wants a brand new bag</title><content type="html">So… there’s been a very exciting development in my household. After carrying the same handbag for over 8 years, hubs has finally given me the green light to make a new purchase. These are the words I have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I have been most loyal handbag owner. My wedding gift from hubs was a &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003 Louis Vuitton Cabas Piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; handbag. I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-d-XslVF9E/TXvoh8bFdwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rdvBDxa3VvU/s1600/LV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583311832908920578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-d-XslVF9E/TXvoh8bFdwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rdvBDxa3VvU/s320/LV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This bag was something I dreamt about. And for years I have carried this bag religiously. I made a vow to hubs that (given the cost/quality) I would only ever carry this bag… until otherwise told. And I did. To every wedding, club, bar, hockey rink, etc. This handbag has accrued some serious miles! This bag was worth every cent spent on it. It has held up amazingly well and has convinced me that LV makes high quality handbags. I stopped being careful with this bag after the first year. I have tossed it around, spilled things on it and in it, and set it on the floor in numerous settings… and it still looks fab. By the way… I owned this bag before she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PttO_7dgSqs/TXvowVEpwEI/AAAAAAAAAws/dTaTF2Qxgq8/s1600/LV_Angelina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583312080043884610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PttO_7dgSqs/TXvowVEpwEI/AAAAAAAAAws/dTaTF2Qxgq8/s320/LV_Angelina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Earlier this week Chris told me that I have paid my dues and earned a new handbag purchase. Of course there are stipulations and conditions… but nevertheless… &lt;strong&gt;I CAN GET A NEW BAG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; After days of research, I have narrowed my choices down to four bags. This is where I need your help. Take a few minutes to read over my top choices and let me know your vote! Have you or a friend carried any of these bags? If so be sure to comment pros/cons as well! I appreciate your consideration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... here they are. Try to contain your excitement and drooling over their beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Michael Kors Desert Large Leather Shoulder Tote in Khaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctm-_oBO6jw/TXvpv6F5r4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/v26SBwH84Lo/s1600/Michael%2BKors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583313172312993666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctm-_oBO6jw/TXvpv6F5r4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/v26SBwH84Lo/s320/Michael%2BKors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This designer handbag comes in soft luxurious khaki leather with brass hardware accents. Measures 16'' depp x 14'' tall x 4'' deep. Handles measure 15'', drop is 6''. Leather handles are connected directly to bag. Detachable strap measures 37'', drop is 20''. Adjustable strap is connected with metal hooks. Open top with magnetic snap closure. Metal logo tag hangs from front left handle. Adjustable leather drawstring around top. Two lower front patch pockets with flaps and magnetic snap closures and decorative metal buckles. Inner back wall zipper pocket. Inner middle zipper top divider pocket. Two inner front wall open-top pockets. Embossed logo lining. Sleeper bag included. Imported&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Louis Vuitton SPEEDY 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWRLgYIbzGc/TXvrIUXTg8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/aelAc2oyACg/s1600/louis-vuitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583314691193799618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWRLgYIbzGc/TXvrIUXTg8I/AAAAAAAAAw8/aelAc2oyACg/s320/louis-vuitton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juDaHQkMv8w/TXvrT0yshWI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1dZVsqZU-xk/s1600/kristin%2BLV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583314888877180258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juDaHQkMv8w/TXvrT0yshWI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1dZVsqZU-xk/s320/kristin%2BLV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first ever carry-all city bag, the Speedy is a must-have for women with a love for fashion. The perfect accessory for getting around town in style whilst carrying all the essentials. Size (LxHxD): 13.8" x 9" x 7.1". Elegant hand carry. Zip closure and padlock. Rounded handles and trimmings in natural cowhide leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gucci 'Sukey' Medium Tote in beige/ebony GG fabric with dark brown leather trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yubc1083W8/TXvsYIamrWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xOYh2AAfoOQ/s1600/sukey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583316062375947618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2yubc1083W8/TXvsYIamrWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/xOYh2AAfoOQ/s320/sukey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light gold hardware. Double handles with 7" drop. Tab snap closure and side snaps. Inside zip pocket. 13"L x 4.3"W x 9.8"H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Gucci 'Joy' Medium Boston Bag in beige/ebony GG plus with dark brown leather trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qalkeo4IaRQ/TXvtX-F0o_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Nx6_LWj3U1A/s1600/joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583317159116055538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qalkeo4IaRQ/TXvtX-F0o_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Nx6_LWj3U1A/s320/joy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light gold hardware. Double handles with 5.1" drop. Zip-top closure. Inside pocket. 12.6"L x 6.7"W x 8.7"H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which Bag Should Mama Get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 100%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" height="180" src="http://www.google.com/reviews/polls/display/-124200995976851990/blogger_template/run_app?txtclr=%23b47b10&amp;amp;lnkclr=%23b47b10&amp;amp;chrtclr=%23b47b10&amp;amp;font=normal+normal+100%25+Trebuchet%2C+Trebuchet+MS%2C+Arial%2C+sans-serif&amp;amp;hideq=true&amp;amp;purl=http%3A%2F%2Fmamameha.blogspot.com%2F" frameborder="0" name="poll-widget-124200995976851990" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="widget-content" class="widget-content"&gt;Excitedly yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-1732088485807854616?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/wyRfJa_nm3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/1732088485807854616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/03/mama-wants-brand-new-bag.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1732088485807854616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/1732088485807854616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/wyRfJa_nm3E/mama-wants-brand-new-bag.html" title="mama wants a brand new bag" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-d-XslVF9E/TXvoh8bFdwI/AAAAAAAAAwk/rdvBDxa3VvU/s72-c/LV.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/03/mama-wants-brand-new-bag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRX45eyp7ImA9Wx9bF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-2294955909455475894</id><published>2011-02-26T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:31:04.023-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-26T10:31:04.023-05:00</app:edited><title>OH EM GEE</title><content type="html">Last night I walked into the living room and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPr1ILf8jnM/TWkcgL0c5NI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TjrUcM83n9Q/s1600/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578020952729248978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPr1ILf8jnM/TWkcgL0c5NI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TjrUcM83n9Q/s320/jack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, there is &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; on from the waist down. I screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" Jack's matter-of-fact response, "I'm just peeing on the ice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? I need a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in complete disgust,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-2294955909455475894?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/nAuo9qhkNwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/2294955909455475894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-em-gee.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2294955909455475894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/2294955909455475894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/nAuo9qhkNwI/oh-em-gee.html" title="OH EM GEE" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPr1ILf8jnM/TWkcgL0c5NI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TjrUcM83n9Q/s72-c/jack.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-em-gee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEASXs8cSp7ImA9Wx9bF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-836718782432042873</id><published>2011-02-26T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:20:48.579-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-26T10:20:48.579-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weighing in" /><title>that's it?!</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBwAKWzKLzA/TWkZetccckI/AAAAAAAAAwM/v9VA6KnVwl0/s1600/diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578017628860740162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBwAKWzKLzA/TWkZetccckI/AAAAAAAAAwM/v9VA6KnVwl0/s320/diet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Slow and steady… as I keep saying. I am having dinner with friends tonight so I thought I’d hop on the scale two days early. Is that cheating? I was a bit shocked by the results and even had Josh and Jack stand on the scale to make sure it was accurate. Ugh… it’s just not coming off as quick as I had hoped. But as my girlfriend would say… as long there’s a loss, be happy with it. So I am happy. Now onto to food store for taco ingredients and margarita mix. :) Happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erCLwyfnsa0/TWkZxlz9eqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/lC961kLMOX4/s1600/weighing_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578017953229404834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erCLwyfnsa0/TWkZxlz9eqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/lC961kLMOX4/s320/weighing_in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Days on WW: 26&lt;br /&gt;Starting Weight: 157.4&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight: 151.8&lt;br /&gt;Total Loss: 5.6lbs &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/8657675914750720787-836718782432042873?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/623ry1Bi7gc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/836718782432042873/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-it.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/836718782432042873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/836718782432042873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/623ry1Bi7gc/thats-it.html" title="that's it?!" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBwAKWzKLzA/TWkZetccckI/AAAAAAAAAwM/v9VA6KnVwl0/s72-c/diet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAASXkzeSp7ImA9Wx9bEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-6895548583002978217</id><published>2011-02-20T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:52:28.781-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T21:52:28.781-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mob rules" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78dX_9m-Ls0/TWHSsECzMQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QJvWRkeTp08/s1600/mobrules-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575969468102947074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78dX_9m-Ls0/TWHSsECzMQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QJvWRkeTp08/s320/mobrules-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#8: When you are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;om &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oys, cleaning the bathroom takes on a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every orifice of the toilet, crevice of the floor, and waist down section of the walls must be scrubbed and disinfected multiple times a week. Case in point: my sons have peed simultaneously (or crossing the streams as we call it), one has peed while the other was pooing (yes, right down his brother’s bottom), and one child has turned around to talk to me while going… causing quite a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that’s not the case… you can always count on one of my boys to be going “hands-free”. Why, you ask? Well, in the minds of a three and five year old boy, if you don’t touch anything you don’t have to wash your hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-6895548583002978217?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/TWjJYFTCpZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/6895548583002978217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-when-you-are-m-om-o-f-b-oys-cleaning.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/6895548583002978217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/6895548583002978217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/TWjJYFTCpZA/8-when-you-are-m-om-o-f-b-oys-cleaning.html" title="" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78dX_9m-Ls0/TWHSsECzMQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QJvWRkeTp08/s72-c/mobrules-1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-when-you-are-m-om-o-f-b-oys-cleaning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MEQXg6eCp7ImA9Wx9bEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-781937910511612071</id><published>2011-02-20T14:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:50:00.610-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T14:50:00.610-05:00</app:edited><title>a shore delight</title><content type="html">President’s weekend kicked off with a fabulous start. We experienced an unusual high of 70 degrees on Friday (followed by snow on Saturday??) and decided to head to the shore. The boys, my mom, and I hopped in the car and made the trek down to Wildwood. It was so nice to see my beach house again. It’s amazing how setting foot in that house immediately feels like home and a vacation at the same time. We then spent the rest of the afternoon pounding the boards, playing at the playground, eating at Sam’s, walking on the beach, splashing our feet in the ocean, and autographing the sand. Permanent warmer weather just can’t get here fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-BgZmyTZ0I/TWFuIqJdKuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zu_FV0uov2c/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858908693342946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-BgZmyTZ0I/TWFuIqJdKuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zu_FV0uov2c/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQLWzkloArk/TWFuRcqPTRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RxLyzwxV_SI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575859059691572498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQLWzkloArk/TWFuRcqPTRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RxLyzwxV_SI/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3JMcOYoCaQ/TWFuIk8OeDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hzsy3p41Ylg/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858907295676466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3JMcOYoCaQ/TWFuIk8OeDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/hzsy3p41Ylg/s320/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SkJ48chzYc/TWFuIS-N6XI/AAAAAAAAAvU/AwF3Bdt36nY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858902472190322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3SkJ48chzYc/TWFuIS-N6XI/AAAAAAAAAvU/AwF3Bdt36nY/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emK4f4CQBsM/TWFuIKd4dpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/_QlVFpS3Sw4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858900189083282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emK4f4CQBsM/TWFuIKd4dpI/AAAAAAAAAvM/_QlVFpS3Sw4/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yu0f4L3Pf6c/TWFtrCaFnQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8WRmKeNnXv8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858399809477890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yu0f4L3Pf6c/TWFtrCaFnQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/8WRmKeNnXv8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZj-PjR_sHs/TWFuRuCheNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d7tJQeTZRgQ/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575859064356829394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZj-PjR_sHs/TWFuRuCheNI/AAAAAAAAAv8/d7tJQeTZRgQ/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WScVVAcrADM/TWFuIYCOJYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/LY7LVxAnn3k/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858903831160194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WScVVAcrADM/TWFuIYCOJYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/LY7LVxAnn3k/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unseasonably yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-781937910511612071?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/bQolPGCTnEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/781937910511612071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/shore-delight.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/781937910511612071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/781937910511612071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/bQolPGCTnEA/shore-delight.html" title="a shore delight" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-BgZmyTZ0I/TWFuIqJdKuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zu_FV0uov2c/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/shore-delight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFRn07fCp7ImA9Wx9bEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-8132681372514463003</id><published>2011-02-20T13:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:36:57.304-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T13:36:57.304-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weighing in" /><title>despising cupid</title><content type="html">Hello friends. This week has been something. Surviving Valentine’s Day while on Weight Watchers was certainly difficult. I was surrounded by cupcakes, candies, and the most difficult thing to say no to… CHOCOLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1wFRegBRNk/TWFdnY3jRgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PQKSvvWDmtU/s1600/imagesCA4OE6GW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575840744933115394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1wFRegBRNk/TWFdnY3jRgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PQKSvvWDmtU/s320/imagesCA4OE6GW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly I have been able to &lt;strike&gt;resist&lt;/strike&gt; avoid most temptations. Even though tomorrow is weigh in day, I hopped on the scale a day early to see how much damage I have caused myself. So here goes it… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFLJmVDAm7U/TWFd4QFJqEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zuvedIVlHyE/s1600/weighing_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575841034632013890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFLJmVDAm7U/TWFd4QFJqEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zuvedIVlHyE/s320/weighing_in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days on WW: 20&lt;br /&gt;Starting Weight: 157.4&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight: 152.6&lt;br /&gt;Total Loss: 4.8lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;UGH! This slow and steady track I am on is such nonsense. I know I can eat better, drink more water, and exercise more... now I just need to do so. But hey, I'll take what I can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-8132681372514463003?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/jF04_KOLP8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/8132681372514463003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/despising-cupid.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/8132681372514463003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/8132681372514463003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/jF04_KOLP8Y/despising-cupid.html" title="despising cupid" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1wFRegBRNk/TWFdnY3jRgI/AAAAAAAAAu0/PQKSvvWDmtU/s72-c/imagesCA4OE6GW.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/despising-cupid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGRnoycCp7ImA9Wx9UE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-3104761143537369245</id><published>2011-02-10T20:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:35:27.498-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-10T20:35:27.498-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weighing in" /><title>the good, the bad, and the ugly</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtFU_ws72cs/TVSRHS6XHFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/relI2_k1iYE/s1600/goodbadugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572238193485880402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtFU_ws72cs/TVSRHS6XHFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/relI2_k1iYE/s320/goodbadugly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Except not in that exact order. This past week has rocked me… let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hubs has been traveling for coaching, leisure, and work. Surviving solo with the boys and dog (while trying to maintain the house, job, and diet) is very difficult. I’ve been feeling the strain to say the least. The diet has been going. I’ve gotten to the gym twice in the past 10 days since I’ve started (embarrassing). I’ve eaten at or near my daily WW points total…. And had a few days where I just crashed and burned and ate all the wrong things. My first weigh in was not post worthy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ugly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Have you ever been feeling that life just can’t get worse and then it kicks you in the place that hurts the most while you are down? Welcome to my Tuesday. My flash drive that I keep ALL my teaching files on crashed. EVERYTHING. Worksheets, lesson plans, web site, Grad School papers… 8 years worth of teaching gone. See ya. Bye-bye. Geek Squad said it’s mist likely a level 3 failure which requires the drive to be sent out to a lab and each file manually recovered at no less than $600 and the upwards of $1,500. WHO has that kind of extra money just lying around for Word docs? Of course hubs says what any good hubs should, “Spend the money. We’ll figure it out.” But how? How can you justify spending that money because of your own stupidity. Why I ever had all my most important stuff in just one place is beyond me. Lesson learned… back-up your back-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This too shall pass. While I will feel the sting for years… it will be ok. I have to just tell myself that. Hubs will eventually come home and stay home. We may even get a date night in the near future. The exercising will come in time. A good friend may be able to coordinate gym times with me and having a partner in crime will really help motivate my lazy side. I have seen some loss so far and that is… well, good. Just like I said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7N4Gza3kLI/TVSRbOQmEVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/I2cJ4DbB2mc/s1600/weighing_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572238535834341714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7N4Gza3kLI/TVSRbOQmEVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/I2cJ4DbB2mc/s320/weighing_in.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So here goes it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Days on WW: 10&lt;br /&gt;Starting Weight: 157.4&lt;br /&gt;Current Weight: 154.6&lt;br /&gt;Total Loss: 2.8lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lastly, I have found strength this week in my boys. I found myself at my lowest point snuggling with my sleeping 3 year old. When I feel lousy I crawl into bed with one of my sleeping children and just hold onto them. It’s amazing how therapeutic that can be. Jack was sound asleep. I closed my eyes, breathed in his smell, listened to his breathing, and told him I loved him. Not thinking he would hear me, he sleepily murmured, “I love you too Mommy.” Well with that the flood gates opened. It was exactly what I needed at that moment. My heart swelled. Amazing how your children can just make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-3104761143537369245?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/IAkXlzb3vr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/3104761143537369245/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bad-and-ugly.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3104761143537369245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/3104761143537369245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/IAkXlzb3vr4/good-bad-and-ugly.html" title="the good, the bad, and the ugly" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtFU_ws72cs/TVSRHS6XHFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/relI2_k1iYE/s72-c/goodbadugly.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bad-and-ugly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QESHg7fCp7ImA9Wx9VFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8657675914750720787.post-7553797223890054663</id><published>2011-02-02T14:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:35:09.604-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-02T14:35:09.604-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JLP" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family pics" /><title>cawfee tawk with JLP</title><content type="html">My dear friend Jen Lebo is an amazing natural light photographer. She has captured beautiful &lt;a href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2010/04/jen-lebo-photography.html"&gt;shots of my family&lt;/a&gt; in three different photo sessions (see all pics on the right side of my blog!). She has her own &lt;a href="http://jenlebophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to showcase her work and on Tuesday’s she now does a post called, “&lt;a href="http://jenlebophotography.blogspot.com/search/label/cawfee%20tawk"&gt;Cawfee Tawk&lt;/a&gt;.” Jen posts lessons for those who own a camera (of any brand or quality) and want to improve using it. I for one take LOUSY pictures! I always blame it on my camera… when really it’s the person behind it. So if you are looking for quick tips for improvement, or a photographer to capture that special moment, check out &lt;a href="http://jenlebophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen Lebo Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jen’s &lt;a href="http://jenlebophotography.blogspot.com/2011/01/cameras-and-cawfee-tawk-tuesday-basic.html"&gt;latest Cawfee Tawk post &lt;/a&gt;she teaches her readers how to use window light to capture beautiful natural light photos. She instructs you how to take front light, side light, and back light shots. How’d I do Jen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Light:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvOkk3G9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RqrhvHuk4MM/s1600/DSCN1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569175079091641298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvOkk3G9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RqrhvHuk4MM/s320/DSCN1768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvbSvzSEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdX55-8lXNY/s1600/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569175297643989058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvbSvzSEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdX55-8lXNY/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvbSvzSEI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YdX55-8lXNY/s1600/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Light:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvXvvPXPI/AAAAAAAAAts/DrW7y4buQ1s/s1600/DSCN1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569175236706786546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvXvvPXPI/AAAAAAAAAts/DrW7y4buQ1s/s320/DSCN1774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvm22EPCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/or0Pk0PIIFw/s1600/DSCN1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569175496312503330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvm22EPCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/or0Pk0PIIFw/s320/DSCN1806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Light:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmviPJwaNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8S-cUCjgUqY/s1600/DSCN1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569175416938195154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmviPJwaNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8S-cUCjgUqY/s320/DSCN1780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to tune in next Tuesday to Jen’s site for more Cawfee Tawk and photography improvement ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographically yours,&lt;br /&gt;-Katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8657675914750720787-7553797223890054663?l=mamameha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~4/JSirAfAbp0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/feeds/7553797223890054663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/cawfee-tawk-with-jlp.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7553797223890054663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8657675914750720787/posts/default/7553797223890054663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MamaMeHa/~3/JSirAfAbp0A/cawfee-tawk-with-jlp.html" title="cawfee tawk with JLP" /><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931365468342651243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="19" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfsNarFz7yw/TcdEzBpWDoI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GpNA_QkEdPI/s220/me.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIFEcBY_10/TUmvOkk3G9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/RqrhvHuk4MM/s72-c/DSCN1768.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mamameha.blogspot.com/2011/02/cawfee-tawk-with-jlp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

