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Mom of four, step-mom of two.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rachellikestoramble.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.rachellikestoramble.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749657889750359193/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15469295853538225028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/SSXdVuaUOaI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7BsTCrER9Ng/S220/me-08052008.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/rachellikestoramble/Lgsj" /><feedburner:info uri="rachellikestoramble/lgsj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHR3szeip7ImA9WhRUEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749657889750359193.post-4946504659374919553</id><published>2012-01-19T14:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:00:36.582-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T15:00:36.582-05:00</app:edited><title>Keepin' it real</title><content type="html">It's about to get really real, up in here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up, I encountered many families with varying backgrounds and sizes.  But I can only think of one or two that were blended or where the parents were divorced.  So my experience with this blended family thing has mostly been trial and error. Lots of error.  I'm not going to beat myself up for the mistakes that I've made, that we've made, but I know that I want to learn from them and, Lord hep me, not repeat them.  But it is so hard.  So very very hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raising my bigs, Sarah &amp;amp; James, I felt like I always had extra kids in the house.  They had half-siblings on their dad's side, who I adore, so sharing my time and love with someone else's child was not new to me.  But raising someone's child? A whole new world.  Part of the problem is that it's near impossible to communicate with W&amp;amp;C's mom and co-parent with her, so we end up making headway and then they spend time with their mom and it's all undone.  I don't blame W&amp;amp;C (well, sometimes I do, that's the error part I was talking about) because I know that they are just kids who want to be loved, need to be loved, unconditionally.  Try as I might, unconditional love just doesn't come as easily as it does with your birth children.  Like I said, I'm just keepin' it real.  I love W&amp;amp;C yes, but I know and I'm sure they know, it's not the same way that I love my own children.  And I know that they don't love me the same way they love their mom.  I don't believe they should, anyway.  If it were just W&amp;amp;C here, I think it would be easier, but we have Daniel and Keelan, so I know they can see the difference.  It's not intentional, it just is.  I don't know how to change my heart, though.  I want reach them in a way that is special, but I get met with resistance, which I can only assume is them feeling not loyal to their mom.  I also feel like they can probably sense that I'm working at it - it should be natural.  But it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are about to be back in court with their mom.  She has filed a petition to regain custody.  Neely and I are optimistic that we will prevail, as is our attorney, but it's an annoyance.  A fight that we did not need or want.  W&amp;amp;C know about it (from her, not us) and I know it that it causes them stress.  They don't know if they are coming or going.  Their mom has told them that it's practically a done deal and just as soon as we go to court, they will be back with her.  We have not discussed it with them at all because we don't want to add to their burden.  We don't want them to feel like they need to choose between their dad and their mom.  We don't want them to worry.  Things here are status quo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're fighting for them because we know this is the best place for them.  They need stability and consistency.  And love.  Only I'm not so sure that I demonstrate the latter to the best of my ability.  I'm ashamed to say it, but it's truth.  It's real.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-4946504659374919553?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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See?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Z-6YUcYXo/Tvzny5Yjd-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/HYp5kJ7myvg/s320/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691678890672748514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently in a Houston, Texas area Target, a breastfeeding mom was harassed and humiliated for breastfeeding, discretely, in the store.  Yesterday, a nationwide Nurse-in was staged in more than 250 Target stores in 35 states across the country and even in Canada.  Here I am with one other mom, nursing our babes in our local Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also? Have you seen NASCAR driver Kasey Kahne's Twitter debacle after he encountered a nursing mom in a grocery store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGe0A1kZbXQ/TvzrH7UhnbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xYFGuQSTEhY/s320/Snapz-Pro-XScreenSnapz210.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691682550504857010" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasey later apologized on his &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/KaseyKahne"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; page, stating in part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;My comments were not directed at the mother’s right to breastfeed. They were just a reaction to the location of that choice, and the fashion in which it was executed on that occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But clearly, based on the above, he still has no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/749657889750359193-7784763310290960184?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His most recent, while on the way to the dentist today I said "I want you to be a big boy and not scream today." He said, "OK mom, but if something hurts, it will be appropriate to scream, right?" &amp;nbsp;Appropriate? &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;Seriously boy, you're 6!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-2932723581547803397?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having Will &amp;amp; Clayton come live with us was a huge adjustment. &amp;nbsp;We're still adjusting even coming up on two years (wow!) now. &amp;nbsp;Although, they have court ordered visitation with their mom, she doesn't always exercise it to it's full potential. &amp;nbsp;She usually only sees them once every 4-6 weeks for a weekend. &amp;nbsp;They are visiting with her this weekend. &amp;nbsp;We've actually just got home from dropping them off and I'm sitting here, in silence, and think to myself "I could get used to this". &amp;nbsp;But the reality is, I really enjoy having them here, even if it's not ever really quiet till bedtime. &amp;nbsp;I miss them when they are gone. &amp;nbsp;It's a realization that I wasn't expecting. &amp;nbsp;I have anticipated this weekend for about ten days and now that it's here, I don't like it much. &amp;nbsp;Strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm certain I will appreciate it again tomorrow morning. &amp;nbsp;Will &amp;amp; Clayton are early risers and Daniel likes his sleep, like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-2625699524115721192?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 34 weeks, 5 days pregnant today. &amp;nbsp;4 or 5 more weeks (or less) and I'll have a new baby boy. &amp;nbsp;Yes, boy! &amp;nbsp;We are very excited. &amp;nbsp;Neely and I are naming him Keelan (Gaelic, meaning small or slim) David (my brother's middle name). &amp;nbsp;I expect him to arrive at the end of July, at the latest. &amp;nbsp;He's giving me the run around right now. &amp;nbsp;We do not know if he's head down or breech, but we should know within the next week and we'll make a decision on how to proceed. &amp;nbsp;The thought of a c-section is not something that I really want to consider, but I dislike the thought of a external version even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby is now 6 and a half months old. &amp;nbsp;She's crawling, sitting up on her own and even starting to pull herself up to a standing position on her own. &amp;nbsp;She has one tooth on the bottom and the second one is just starting to poke it's way through. &amp;nbsp;She's such a joy and is mostly a happy little thing. &amp;nbsp;Sarah is doing such a good job and I really only have to nag at her once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James is good, too. &amp;nbsp;He recently moved to Kentucky to live with my parents and got a job as an HVAC apprentice. &amp;nbsp;He trained in HVAC in high school, so he's got the skill, just no experience. &amp;nbsp;He's liking it so far. &amp;nbsp;I'm missing him like crazy, but I really think this is a good move for him. &amp;nbsp;He was in an accident in April (alcohol related) and totaled his sister's car, was flown to shock trauma, but miraculously only had a bump on his head. &amp;nbsp;Wish I could say the same for the telephone pole that he hit, but that stuff is replaceable. &amp;nbsp;I do think he learned a very valuable lesson and I'm happy with the progress he's made, emotionally since the accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will just finished 6th grade. &amp;nbsp;The last few weeks of school were difficult, to say the least. &amp;nbsp;He ended up in two fights, suspended twice and kicked out of English class for insubordination. &amp;nbsp;He spent the last few weeks of the school year grounded. &amp;nbsp;We're not sure why he was making such poor choices, but I think there were lots of contributing factors, not the least of which is relationship with his mom. &amp;nbsp;We are seeking out counseling services for him right now because budget cuts have left the school without a counselor. &amp;nbsp;He has worked with this counselor for the last two years and was making really good progress with her. &amp;nbsp;I feel like this is a set back for him, but we're going to do what we can to get him talking through his issues. &amp;nbsp;He's a really good, smart kid and I love him dearly, I just wish I knew how to help him better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clayton just finished 4th grade and is looking forward to 5th. &amp;nbsp;He as a girlfriend who lives around the corner and was in his class this year. &amp;nbsp;He told my dad that he had kissed her. &amp;nbsp;Of course, Dad teased him after that. &amp;nbsp;He's a bundle of energy and always getting himself into trouble because he can't keep his hands from exploring everything, even things he knows he shouldn't be touching. &amp;nbsp;He recently broke my netbook by twisting the top in the wrong direction, this just days after breaking the blinds on the back (deck) door. &amp;nbsp;It's impossible to figure him out, because if you ask him if he knew he shouldn't touch something he knows that he shouldn't have, but he just can't control his impulses. &amp;nbsp;All in all, he's fun to have around though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling pretty frustrated with step-parenting right now. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I never get a chance to enjoy them because I am constantly on their case about their behavior. &amp;nbsp;I know a lot of it is not their fault because they had so many bad habits before they moved here. &amp;nbsp;I know they don't purposely do things that annoy me, but it's still hard because lots of their behaviors baffle me. &amp;nbsp;I know this is something that I need to work on, on a personal level though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel is super silly. &amp;nbsp;He's about to turn 6 and will hopefully start 1st grade this year. &amp;nbsp;He's a little behind on reading and there was some concern that he wasn't ready for first grade. &amp;nbsp;He was the second youngest child in the school this year, his birthday just 4 days before the cut off to be able to start school. &amp;nbsp;We had several meetings with his teacher and the principal about whether or not to have him repeat K or go ahead and move him up and just work with him closely this summer and over the next year to get him up to speed. &amp;nbsp;As is stands right now, we are not making a decision till after he attends a 3 week summer program in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my update. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I left some stuff out, but I'll be back to posting as usual. &amp;nbsp;Pinkie swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-3448813685577190969?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What in the world are you screaming about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Well, Clayton and me built a town and I wanted to be mayor and he said I didn't do enough to build the town and I did; &amp;nbsp;I made the train tracks and I built the flinger thinger to fling bad guys out of the town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Giggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Mom, I'm being serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I know you are, but you're also being cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Mom, I'm being serious serious, not serious funny. &amp;nbsp;OK, Clayton also said I couldn't vote for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well, I think you're cute and you can vote for yourself. &amp;nbsp;People do it all the time in elections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: See, Clayton, I told you so! &amp;nbsp;I'm voting for myself and I'm the mayor of this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where he comes up with some of this stuff. &amp;nbsp;And "flinger thinger" is definitely a new term for me, but I'm gonna use it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neely has been pretty hesitant about me sharing this news because of our last loss, but anyone he's trying to keep it from does not read my blog. &amp;nbsp;Or at least I hope not. &amp;nbsp;I am very excited! &amp;nbsp;I was very nervous for a while, but 2 days before Christmas we had an ultrasound and got to see our tiny baby's little heart beating away at 168 beats per minute. &amp;nbsp;I'll turn 39 two months before this baby is born and I'm totally OK with that. &amp;nbsp;We are going to get some prenatal testing, but only so we know what we're up against, if anything. &amp;nbsp;I am really not that worried about it, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning sickness has hit me hard this time around. &amp;nbsp;While I haven't thrown up (yet), I have been pretty sick most evenings, starting at just around dinner time. &amp;nbsp;It's made fixing dinner really hard. It also prompted Will to ask if I was coming down with the flu. &amp;nbsp;We have not told the younger boys about the pregnancy yet. &amp;nbsp;Neely wants to tell them at the end of the month when I hit the second trimester. &amp;nbsp;Sarah and James both know and Sarah was ecstatic for me and James seemed pretty indifferent. &amp;nbsp;He's a man, after all. &amp;nbsp;*insert eye roll here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I anticipate that I'll probably end up with a late July baby as opposed to August, but I would really like to hold off till August. &amp;nbsp;See, my parents have 7 grandchildren if you include Will &amp;amp; Clayton (and they do!). &amp;nbsp;Sarah and Lauren (Philip's youngest) were both born in November. &amp;nbsp;James &amp;amp; Alison (Philip's oldest) were both born in July. &amp;nbsp;Will &amp;amp; Clayton have birthday's in March. &amp;nbsp;And Daniel is all by himself in August. &amp;nbsp;I'd love for him to share his birth month with a sibling or cousin and since my brother and sister-in-law are not planning on having any (more) children, I guess it's up to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to blogging more and sharing this journey with you! &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned for more updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-7421874580668920665?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year! &amp;nbsp;Follow along on my Project 365 &lt;a href="http://rachellikestophotograph.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&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/749657889750359193-8201634302492330990?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah had her last prenatal appointment on Tuesday, December 14th. &amp;nbsp;December 14th is her original due date, but an early ultrasound pushed her back to December 22nd. &amp;nbsp;Sarah was close to 5cm dilated on Tuesday and 100% effaced. Dr. Yeshnik had previously discussed with Sarah that he was going to be going away starting on Thursday and would not be back till the following Monday. &amp;nbsp;He said that since she had dilated so far on her own with virtually no contractions, he could schedule her for an induction on December 15th or she could take her chances and possibly end up having an on-call doctor deliver her. &amp;nbsp;Since she had never met any of the other doctors, she chose the induction. &amp;nbsp;I know there is a lot of controversy about scheduled inductions and I'm not going to debate it; I'm just telling Sarah's story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah arrived at the hospital at 7:00 a.m. on Wednesday, December 15th. &amp;nbsp;By 8, she was comfortably situated in her room and waiting for Dr. Y to make his appearance. &amp;nbsp;The house doctor checked her at 8:30 and there had been no change since the previous night. &amp;nbsp;They started the IV Pitocin about that time. &amp;nbsp;She had a few contractions after that, but nothing too painful yet. &amp;nbsp;At 9:30, Dr. Y came in and broke her water and told her that the anesthesiologist would be in to discuss the possibility of having an epidural, but he told her that it was iffy because of her platelet count. &amp;nbsp;It turns out that her platelets were at 89 and they won't give an epidural to anyone under 90. &amp;nbsp;Sarah was only going to be allowed IV pain meds. &amp;nbsp;I felt horribly for her because I've had labors augmented by Pitocin and I know how bad contractions are with it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 10:15, the contractions were coming pretty steady but Sarah was managing the pain pretty well. &amp;nbsp;By 10:30, she had about had all she could take and asked for some Nubain for pain. &amp;nbsp;They were having some trouble picking up Gabby's heartbeat on the external monitor so they had the house doctor come in to insert the internal monitor. &amp;nbsp;They also checked her dilation and she was 7 cm. &amp;nbsp;In the time it took me to walk outside to tell those waiting in the waiting room that news, Dr. Y had come in and checked her again and by 10:50, she was 9! &amp;nbsp;I could not believe how fast it was going. &amp;nbsp;I think I tweeted at that point that I thought she'd be ready to push by noon. &amp;nbsp;At 11:00, the nurse finally gave her the Nubain, but it never really had time to kick in and relieve her pain. At that point she started feeling like she needed to push. &amp;nbsp;The nurses had her breath through the urge to push for about 20-25 minutes to let her body do some work and also to prevent her cervix from swelling. &amp;nbsp;At 11:30ish, she was fully dilated and ready to push. &amp;nbsp;Dr. Y didn't arrive till 11:40 and after 4 series of pushes, Gabrielle Margaret Jones was born at 11:47 a.m. &amp;nbsp;She weighed in at 6 lbs 14 oz, and was 19.5 inches long. &amp;nbsp;She is absolutely perfect in every way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've given birth three times; I've witnessed the birth of three other babies and this experience was by far the most amazing thing in my life. &amp;nbsp;Sarah did so well, I cannot even explain how proud I am of her. &amp;nbsp;And I'm totally in love with this tiny baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that's not to say that I go out of my way to explain to my 5 year old that santa is not real. &amp;nbsp;I certainly don't want him to go to school and tell his friends "my mom said santa isn't real" and have to explain that one. &amp;nbsp;We just don't talk about santa. &amp;nbsp;At all. &amp;nbsp;We talk about Christmas, for sure and also what presents we'll be getting and what presents the kids really want. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy Christmas and love seeing the how excited the kids get on Christmas morning when it's time to open presents, but I just don't think filling their heads with stories (lies) about how santa flies all over the globe on Christmas Eve has any bearing on what Christmas is supposed to be about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure part of my beef with santa is that I didn't grow up believing in him. &amp;nbsp;I remember being 3 years old and my grandfather calling my cousins on Christmas Even pretending to be him and neither Philip nor I talked to him and we knew all along that it was our grandfather. &amp;nbsp;Also, from as far back as I can remember, I was taught the real reason we celebrate Christmas and I want to pass that on to my children. &amp;nbsp;I also never wanted my kids to wonder what else I was telling them that might not be true. &amp;nbsp;There have been years when Christmas was bleak and there was just no money for the gifts that they really wanted. &amp;nbsp;I never want to see my kids disappointed that all-knowing, all-seeing, can make reindeer fly, super santa didn't come through for them, when they been just as good as the next kid, who's parents were better off than we were. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa just does not work for our family. &amp;nbsp;If it works for you, then great. &amp;nbsp;Your kid, your family, not my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-323717868851624142?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hrm. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to have to go with Wonder Woman. &amp;nbsp;I always liked Wonder Woman as a kid. &amp;nbsp;I had a Wonder Woman doll (like a Barbie) and of course what girl child of the 70's didn't have Wonder Woman Underroos! &amp;nbsp;I liked Wonder Woman because she was/is beautiful and always seemed to have it under control. &amp;nbsp;I wish I was like that in my life. &amp;nbsp;I don't always have it under control, but I really strive for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-6519917865261557693?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go to Court next week with W &amp;amp; C's mom and hopefully will finally have a resolution on the child support issue that we've only been trying to get resolved since April. &amp;nbsp;It won't be much money, but it certainly will be nice. &amp;nbsp;We are also eagerly awaiting the arrival of Sarah's baby, who is due in less than a week. &amp;nbsp;We've had two false alarms already and we are so ready to meet Miss Gabrielle. &amp;nbsp;I for one am on the edge of my seat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met recently with the IEP (Individual Educational Plan) team for Will. &amp;nbsp;We are really excited about some of the things that we are going to be working on to help him with his (lack of) organization. &amp;nbsp;He somehow manages to lose everything at least once. &amp;nbsp;It's really bad. &amp;nbsp;The latest loss is his entire gym uniform. &amp;nbsp;Although Clayton is not immune from that sort of behavior either. &amp;nbsp;We just last week had to replace Clayton's lost winter coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday night, Neely was asked to judge the instrumental aspect of Century High School's talent contest, "Century's Got Talent". &amp;nbsp;I tagged along and photographed the event. &amp;nbsp;They thanked me in the flyer for my donation of "professional photography" for the event. &amp;nbsp;I only snickered a little at that "professional" part. &amp;nbsp;I'm working hard on editing the over 700 photos from the event. &amp;nbsp;Oh and if you're a fan of America's Got Talent, you'll recognize this guy from Season 4. &amp;nbsp;Drew Stevyns is from Maryland he made a special appearance at the talent show this week. &amp;nbsp;Cool, huh? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, yeah. &amp;nbsp;I'm easily impressed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday we're supposed to judge/shoot Liberty High's talent show. &amp;nbsp;Of course, depending on Sarah I might not make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-6027913209167676435?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Well, I've been to lots of places, but the furtherest was to England in 2003, to visit my nieces. &amp;nbsp;I don't have the original pictures any more due to the "hard drive crash of 2009", but some of them did manage to get saved on photobucket. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I guilty of? &amp;nbsp;I'm glad you asked. &amp;nbsp;I'm guilty of improperly using a car seat with a winter coat. And I've been doing it for years; how bad is that? &amp;nbsp;Children are not safe in car seats while wearing their winter coats. &amp;nbsp;They just aren't. &amp;nbsp;There are other ways to keep your kiddos warm and safe and my good friend &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/madeline410"&gt;Maddie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;showed me how and also why it's not safe for your children to wear winter coats in their car seats. &amp;nbsp;Maddie is a certified Child Passenger Safety Technician (as well as a great mommy!) and she posted these pictures on Facebook as a demonstration. &amp;nbsp;Maddie has given me permission to share them with you. &amp;nbsp;These are her pics, as well as her comments on them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie used her cute (then 4 year old) son for this demonstration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Winter coats in car seats are NOT SAFE! Here are some tips to keep your child warm AND safe this winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;This goes for passengers in boosters or seat belts as well. The coat will compress and leave the seat belt too loose. For infant seats, do not use bulky snow suits or a Bundle Me. Instead, use a "shower cap" style car seat cover that fits over their infant seat. (Something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzn.to/9sJeH9" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;http://amzn.to/9sJeH9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;*PLEASE feel free to share this album! I made it public so people can repost it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I've been getting lots of messages so I thought I'd post this here- I am a certified CPST. (Child Passenger Safety Technician). I live in Minnesota where the winters are brutal, and my kids don't freeze. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs318.ash2/59855_655405526902_199108530_36687116_1688976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs318.ash2/59855_655405526902_199108530_36687116_1688976_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I put his winter coat on and buckled him in. I tightened it as far as I could. He looks safe, right? He's not- click the next pic to see why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs650.snc4/61050_655405601752_199108530_36687120_608112_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs650.snc4/61050_655405601752_199108530_36687120_608112_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;I took the coat off and put him back in without loosening the straps at all. (If you doubt me, give it a try!) In a crash, that bulky winter coat will compress, leaving the harness much too loose to protect him. The huge force from his body will push the chest clip down, if not break it. You would never buckle your child in like this, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs353.ash2/63334_655405646662_199108530_36687124_5378436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs353.ash2/63334_655405646662_199108530_36687124_5378436_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;If he can easily do this, imagine what would happen in a crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61117_655405706542_199108530_36687129_5881878_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61117_655405706542_199108530_36687129_5881878_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;His shoulders easily slip out. He has no upper body protection, and nothing to hold him in his seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs718.snc4/63884_655405796362_199108530_36687135_1840336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs718.snc4/63884_655405796362_199108530_36687135_1840336_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;To keep your child safe, first put them in their car seat with no coat on and adjust the straps properly. (harness snug and not twisted, chest clip at armpit level, straps at or above shoulders for forward facing/straps at or below shoulders for rear facing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs338.ash2/61814_655405871212_199108530_36687140_2077956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs338.ash2/61814_655405871212_199108530_36687140_2077956_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Make sure you can't pinch the straps at their collar bone. If it passes the "pinch test", it's tight enough. (don't make it so tight they can't breath, just nice and snug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs320.ash2/60082_655405741472_199108530_36687132_939762_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs320.ash2/60082_655405741472_199108530_36687132_939762_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Safe Option 1 - Fleece!&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't have to loosen his straps at all, and he's warm. Fleece will not compress in a crash, so his harness is tight and he is safe. In addition to a hat and mittens, and maybe a blanket for their lap, this will keep them plenty warm! Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs638.snc4/59865_655405961032_199108530_36687147_7962679_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs638.snc4/59865_655405961032_199108530_36687147_7962679_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Safe Option 2 - The Coat Trick&lt;br /&gt;
Put them in their seat with no coat on and tighten the straps properly. Unbuckle them (without loosening the harness!) and put their coat on. Pull the sides of the coat through the harness so the straps sit on your child, not on their coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs684.snc4/62396_655406050852_199108530_36687153_5269621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs684.snc4/62396_655406050852_199108530_36687153_5269621_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Then buckle them in properly (harness snug and not twisted, chest clip at armpit level..) The harness is tight without the bulk of the coat between him and the straps. Once you get the hang of it, it doesn't take any extra time to get their coat through the harness with their arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs345.ash2/62534_655405477002_199108530_36687113_793891_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs345.ash2/62534_655405477002_199108530_36687113_793891_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You can zip the coat *outside* of the harness and keep them warm AND safe!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've gotten some messages from people who are concerned about trying to unzip the coat in an emergency. You absolutely do not have to zip the coat if you're not comfortable with it. :) It's always the caregiver's decision. However, if you are in a crash, you should leave the child buckled into their car seat and remove it from the vehicle. This will keep them still in case of head/neck/spine injuries, so the zipped coat won't matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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You could also put their coat on backwards after they are buckled, or look into something like a car seat poncho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Maddie for sharing your little guy and your car seat knowledge with us! &amp;nbsp;I hope this post will help keep kiddos safe this winter. &amp;nbsp;If you have questions about this or any other aspect of car seat safety, stop by and visit the &lt;a href="http://www.justmommies.com/forums/f705-car-seat-safety/"&gt;Car Seat Safety&lt;/a&gt; board on &lt;a href="http://justmommies.com/forums"&gt;JustMommies&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Maddie and others CPST's and car seat safety advocates will share their vast car seat knowledge with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Man, that's a rough one. &amp;nbsp;I have lots of bad habits. &amp;nbsp;From drinking too much caffeine to sleeping too late, to snacking on SweetTarts too much. &amp;nbsp;But I think the habit I wish I didn't have the most was my impulse purchasing. &amp;nbsp;Although I am much much better than I used to be about this, I still struggle with purchasing things that I really don't need at the moment. &amp;nbsp;It's tough on my budget, but since lately it's been snack foods, it's also tough on my butt. &amp;nbsp;And right now, since I'm in the smallest pair of jeans that I've worn since 1991, I want to keep those impulse items out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-6032662656290853465?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, if you're like me, not so much. &amp;nbsp;It is so easy to say "you'll be in my thoughts and prayers", but so hard, at least for me, to actually follow-through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now a few of my virtual and real life friends are going through some very rough patches and I am committed to lifting them up in prayer today. &amp;nbsp;Will you join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you pray for Chrisa &amp;amp; Chuck? &amp;nbsp;Could you pray that they find peace and know that despite everything God has a plan for them and whether that includes a son for them or not, that they know God's presence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you pray for Teresa and her son, who is in the hospital undergoing some tests? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you pray for a dear friend of Sarah's who just had a miscarriage last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you pray for Betsy and her son, &lt;a href="http://www.ksat.com/news/25626898/detail.html#story"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt; who is battling cancer, and who just recently had their house burglarized?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you pray for me as my angel baby's due date approaches?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-3073555309578278045?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was especially long for me. &amp;nbsp;Neely was gone both Saturday and Sunday with &lt;a href="http://www.carbonstoneonline.com/"&gt;Carbonstone&lt;/a&gt;, in the studio recording. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention that Friday there was no school and everyone, Neely included, was home and all up in my space. &amp;nbsp;Add on top of that both of the older boys being grounded and by Sunday evening, I was nearly ready for the&amp;nbsp;psych&amp;nbsp;ward. &amp;nbsp;Also, my Ravens lost. &amp;nbsp;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, though. &amp;nbsp;I just like the routine of weekdays. &amp;nbsp;So, what is your favorite day of the week? &amp;nbsp;Do you love Mondays like me? Perhaps you live all week for Friday? &amp;nbsp;Or is Sunday your favorite day because you get to watch football? &amp;nbsp;(Sunday is definitely a close second after Monday for me, only during football season of course!) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-6798570222421613202?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLuofa8OhFI/AAAAAAAABCo/NQ7RK7H1vlQ/s1600/IMG_0370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLuofa8OhFI/AAAAAAAABCo/NQ7RK7H1vlQ/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my and my best friend of 25+ years, Cricket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLuofoVUDfI/AAAAAAAABCs/q_f_iwb529o/s1600/IMG_1065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLuofoVUDfI/AAAAAAAABCs/q_f_iwb529o/s320/IMG_1065.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me and my best &lt;a href="http://www.justmommies.com/forums"&gt;JustMommies&lt;/a&gt; bud, Nicole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-5220657540296546261?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cans of creamed corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cans of whole&amp;nbsp;kernel&amp;nbsp;corn (drained)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cans of chicken broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can of evaporated milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-12 slices of bacon, cooked &amp;amp; crumbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small onion (or dry minced onion flakes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-8 medium potatoes, cubed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup of sour cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups of shredded cheese (any kind; I used a mexican blend because it's what I had)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 table spoons of flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 stick of butter (4 table spoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine all ingredients except cheese, sour cream, milk, butter and flour in your crock pot. &amp;nbsp;Turn it to high and allow to cook for 4-6 hours, stirring occasionally. &amp;nbsp;About an hour before you're ready to eat, melt your butter in a pan over medium heat. &amp;nbsp;Whisk in the flour till you have what looks like a paste. &amp;nbsp;Be sure not to let it burn and you'll want to stir constantly. &amp;nbsp;Slowly add the can of milk, continuing to whisk until it's combined with the flour/butter mixture. &amp;nbsp;Once combined, add it to your crock pot and stir well. &amp;nbsp;In the same pan, add your sour cream and then &amp;nbsp;ladle in some of your chowder and whisk it well. &amp;nbsp;Once the sour cream is mixed in, you can add it back to the crock pot and stir well. &amp;nbsp;Let it cook for about 45 minutes more to thicken. &amp;nbsp;Finally, add your shredded cheese to the crock and stir it while it melts. &amp;nbsp;Serve with corn bread and you'll make your tummy happy. &amp;nbsp;I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if you try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-159658521698871804?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So today, think about me and my angel mommy friends, like Chrisa, Nicole, Brittanie, Rebecca, Melissa, Brandy, Astrid, Melissa, Sarah, Holly, Heather, Christine, Teresa, Patty, Trish, Claire, Jennifer and so many more.  Too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-4258300922162467383?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This is easy. &amp;nbsp;My name is Rachel. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes when I talk, I ramble on and on and on, so I named my blog Rachel Likes to Ramble. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to change the name at one point to his, mine &amp;amp; ours - the diary of a blended family, but the url was taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-8531958148953674576?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLMuu38MFXI/AAAAAAAABCg/VusEZicrLf0/s1600/38570_486432610030_813685030_6871099_1533226_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SjEjjxlJN0U/TLMuu38MFXI/AAAAAAAABCg/VusEZicrLf0/s320/38570_486432610030_813685030_6871099_1533226_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, me &amp;amp; James - August 2010 -&amp;nbsp;Pinnacle Overlook in Kentucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I'm 15 months younger than my big brother, the baby and a total Daddy's girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I have crooked pinkies. &amp;nbsp;They are also short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I drink Diet Dr. Pepper. &amp;nbsp;Like, a lot. &amp;nbsp;But I would drink &lt;a href="http://buysundrop.com/"&gt;SunDrop&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;everyday if they sold it in Maryland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I'm in love with a &lt;a href="http://carbonstoneonline.com/"&gt;rock star&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I don't think I'll ever be a morning person. &amp;nbsp;I prefer to sleep till noon everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I like to stay up late at night after everyone else is asleep. &amp;nbsp;This pisses Neely off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I am not domestic, but I love to cook. &amp;nbsp;I just don't like to cook every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;8. I'm terrible with money. &amp;nbsp;I don't have a budget and I buy impulsively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I've had the same cell phone number since 1999.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;10. I hate talking on the phone and would prefer to text or email. &amp;nbsp;I love my Blackberry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;11. Neely is only the 3rd serious long term relationship that I've had, and I've been with him (happily) for nearly 7 years; the longest despite being married previously for 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;12. Raising someone else's child is difficult on the best days, but it's my calling and I embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;13. I'm excited to meeting my grand daughter in December, but I'm not the least bit excited at the thought of being a grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;14. I have a thing for remembering numbers, but I have found that the older I get the harder it is for me to remember them. &amp;nbsp;This makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;15. I am a low maintenance girl. &amp;nbsp;I can get out of bed and be ready to walk out the door in 10 minutes. &amp;nbsp;15 if I need to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-8736392157080916775?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 02- The meaning behind your blog name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 03- A picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 06- Favorite super hero and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 12- How you found out about blogs and why you made one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 16- Another picture of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 23- Something you crave for a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 25- What I would find in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 26- What you think about your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Day 30- Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with my first post. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749657889750359193-308148566727713491?l=www.rachellikestoramble.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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