<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:18:43.622-05:00</updated><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='Montessori'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='Firday Fill-Ins'/><category term='Newborns'/><category term='tilt'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='Compassion'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Fx4'/><category term='Giveaways (Other Blogs)'/><title type='text'>Mommys Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7195724990620017085</id><published>2009-05-04T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:45:24.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Burn Out</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from a horrible case of mommy burn-out I know I can't be the only one out there, but with the divorce and a few more personal issues I am feeling so burnt out. I walked the girls up to the park day before yesterday, that helped a lot, but it was nowhere near enough to help this feeling. I KNOW  I can't be the only one to experience this.. What works for you? We're going into better weather so yay to that. Now it's what to do with a 3yo and a 1yo in the spring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7195724990620017085?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7195724990620017085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7195724990620017085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7195724990620017085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7195724990620017085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommy-burn-out.html' title='Mommy Burn Out'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-3889251650657402886</id><published>2009-02-21T01:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:17:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After breakfast Noelle took her ladies to play at the park. On any other day she would find joy in watching Lady Fi dart around with the other ballerina faeries and surfer boys, but today it made her sad, she watched the different kids speak to her and she wondered &amp;quot;is this the one that's going to break my baby's heart? Will that one be the reason that my little faerie looses her wings? She knew how ridiculous those thoughts were, I mean, how many faerie's loose their wings before their third birthday?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While Fi played Noelle decided to keep busy and pace the boardwalk that ran next to the playground, if there was trouble with Fi she could hop the fence in seconds. there were lots of things&amp;#160; to see along the boardwalk people from all walks of life enjoyed spending their time there. You had the merchants, most of which were as shady as the&amp;#160; cheap sunglasses they were selling, then you had the artists, who struggle through life, from one painting and adventure to the next. Then off to the side leaned up against that was a suit a business man from across town, but what was that at his feet? a tiara, not unlike the ones that Noelle and Scarlet would wear when they danced under the stars all those years ago, in a flash the suit was gone and Noelle darted over to pick up the crown,as soon as she picked it up she saw the flaws, it was crooked, probably cast aside by a child, who didn't have a use for a less than perfect tiara. Which made it all the more perfect for Noelle &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Noelle heard Fi calling for her, and started to make her way back over to her, and on the way she made up her mind. She was going to try to focus on the energy radiating from Lady Fi, and this tiara and she was going to dance, so with the baby Lady Rey tied to her waist they danced, Noelle felt stiff and unnatural, but her desire for the happy feelings hurt so bad she was willing to do whatever it would take to get that back. First Noelle tried the tiara, but it didn't do anything except scratch her head, then she tried to put it on princess Fi, who truly did look like a princess in it, but seeing that didn't do anything for Noelle other than make her feel even more stiff. People were starting to gather, Noelle didn't see their faces, she had no way to know that they were smiling, she could only feel their eyes on her, the eyes of judgement. She decided to pack up the kids, and head home, for the morning anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-3889251650657402886?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/3889251650657402886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=3889251650657402886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/3889251650657402886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/3889251650657402886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-imperfections.html' title='Beautiful Imperfections'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-4038355103771507498</id><published>2009-02-13T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T03:01:32.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet's Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The entire time Noelle was getting Lady Fi her cereal she couldn't take her eyes off of the Ballerina Faerie Princess. She saw so much joy, and bliss in her daughter it made Noelle wonder when she lost the bliss that she used to carry in herself, What made a Faerie Princess lose her whim? Was it the fact the she got married and had two beautiful little sparkly faerie princess? How could her babies steal her sparkle? Noelle longed to glow with them, and was determined to figure out how.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;SheerEEaaL Mumma?&amp;quot; Fi asked so sweetly, but it was just enough to jolt Noelle back to the here and now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course Lady, here you go&amp;quot; Noelle said, handing Fi the plastic bowl and watching her make her way into the living room to enjoy her lunch with her trusty toy teddy,&amp;#160; Leaving Noelle alone in the room, to reminisce more about her own childhood and wonder what it was that led her to this point, in this kitchen, longing for some shimmer to be brought back into her life, she heard the mail drop in the door, she decided to go look at it before Fi got to it first and decided to play mail lady with cupcake and the electric bill went missing again. That wasn't any fun..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking through it fast sales ads, more groups wanting money she didn't have, then something caught her eye, it was smaller, it was a plain envelope addressed to Noelle, there was no return address but she recognized the writing, and wondered why, and how she was looking at this after all this time, she put it on the fridge, almost afraid to open it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was 3 and a half years ago that Noelle last saw Scarlet, at that time they were practically inseparable, sisters by mind, and soul, related but not by blood, by something deeper. They had just barely finished their schooling, when they started going out most nights. Going to cool clubs, named for faraway places, or comic book towns, or simply described by a symbol. It was at a club named from a faraway place that she met him. It was too cliche to begin with, he was the sweaty rock star fondling his microphone and she was the star struck fan watching from afar. during one of the bands final songs their eyes met for the longest seconds of Scarlet's life then she knew. When his eyes tore away from hers, she turned to Noelle and whispered, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to meet him, I'll be back and before Noelle could say anything she was off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Noelle never did figure out exactly what happened that night, but by the time Scarlet made it to the car it was clear she was in no place to drive Thankfully Noelle already had the keys, Scarlet started to protest, but Noelle just chirped &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nope, my turn you drove on the way up here&amp;quot; and that was that, Scarlet was too stoned off of something to care that Noelle drove up, or maybe she did forget, after all she snuck off to do who knows what, with the pretty dark skinned rock star.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that Scarlet made a habit out of going out without Noelle. Telling her simply I'm going to see my star. It was at one of the Stars concerts that Noelle met a boy of her own. He was just your average handsome boy, but he saw Noelle, saw her as more than just the girl with Scarlet. and before she knew it they were an item as well. She began calling him her Rock, because he was the one that was there, her parents were never there, and now that Scarlet had her Star Noelle was thrilled to have someone in her life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Noelle and Scarlet still saw each other but it was never quite the same, they both had their secrets, and some resentment for letting the Rock and the Star come in-between them. Then one day Scarlet came to Noelle and told her that her Star would be going on tour soon, and he needed his shimmering girl right by his side so she was going, and they were leaving that night, and with a hug and a kiss on the cheek she left, only pausing briefly at the door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &amp;quot;We'll be sisters for life and I'll be back before you know it, tell your Rock I said to take good care of you,&amp;quot; and with that she was out the door, not even bothering to notice that it was a positive pregnancy test that Noelle was holding in her hand. She never heard from Scarlet again, until today.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;*******Copyright Feb 2009 Mommy Mary********&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/4456551072014465673-4038355103771507498?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4038355103771507498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=4038355103771507498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4038355103771507498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4038355103771507498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/scarlet-letter.html' title='Scarlet&amp;#39;s Letter'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7617059143098258186</id><published>2009-02-06T02:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:52:34.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noelle and the Ballerina Faerie Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Noelle was beginning to miss the whimsical days, the days that she and Scarlet would dance beneath the stars, catching the silver glitter in their hair, and on their shoulders. Twirling, spinning, laughing, as carefree as two young women in love with life, because after all, that's what they were.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And just like that she awoke from her dream with a start. Noelle looked around, there was no one to be seen,other than her baby faerie princess sleeping ever so sweetly making those noises that only baby faerie princess could make. The man that she had married had taken off, off to who knows where, the bar, or maybe it he just decided to get lost in the desert for a while, or maybe he was at the casino, where he could find his own version of glitter and whimsy. One thing was certain he was rarely the one place he always claimed to be. Work, or at least, Noelle and the fairy princesses never saw much proof of it. Speaking of the fairy princesses the oldest one came dashing into her mommy's bedroom, stark naked as usual, shrieking about wanting something, milk, juice, cereal, cookies, the usual.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady Fi, stop jumping around and tell Momma what you want&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I want sssheeeeeeaaaareallll&amp;quot; Fiona sang in her two year old voice, Noelle loved both of her babies with a fierceness that ran deeper than the canyons that she and Scarlet used to have their picnics at all those years before. Despite that fierceness she still wished that the singing could wait until she had been up at least an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;PleeEeEEEeeasE Mumma!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Noelle looked at her &amp;quot;of course my ballerina faerie baby,&amp;quot; and together they danced their way into another day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;***copyright Feb 2009 Mommy Mary***&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7617059143098258186?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7617059143098258186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7617059143098258186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7617059143098258186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7617059143098258186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/noelle-and-ballerina-faerie-lady.html' title='Noelle and the Ballerina Faerie Lady'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7337754615837616434</id><published>2009-02-03T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:08:51.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my frugal on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;So things are a'changin' around here, that is for sure. for one.. I am about to be a single mommy here real quick. Lets just say how glad I am to be picking up more hours at the bakery, idk what I'm going to do when our manager comes back from her honeymoon (71years old and getting married? Rock On!) Anyways that being the biggest change in my life, that puts me in a not so pleasant place financially so when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.momadvice.com/blog/2009/02/will-you-take-no-spend-challenge.htm" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I had to jump on board, granted I have to do way more than that now, however this is a great starting point, and it forces you to think ahead (what do I need to do so I don't spend any money Monday -Wednesday) That's the goal anyway.. Plus hey it give me something positive and blogworthy pluses all around.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Speaking of being frugal..&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; .....Did Y'all go to Denny's yet for your free grandslam? They're giving them away until 2pm, due to milk allergies we won't be attending, but I'm thinking good thoughts for y'all that are braving the crowds for a free meal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7337754615837616434?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7337754615837616434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7337754615837616434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7337754615837616434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7337754615837616434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-my-frugal-on.html' title='Getting my frugal on.'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7282381806372857529</id><published>2009-01-22T01:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:47:52.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TILT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Yep I still IM my friends, how else could I keep in contact with one in Indiana, several throughout Ohio and Michigan, and a few in Missouri, and Georgia.. Makes me long for college days I didn't and won't have.. However I did find out that our local Christian college has night classes&amp;#160; for a BA in Social Work. I think it'll fit in quite nicely to my plan.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Yes I know this is short.. but it is late and I am tired..&amp;#160; I'm looking to revamp the entire feel of my blog because it's making me feel entirely too old.. So we'll see where the road takes me.. Right now I've got to look inward at why on earth India is coming up so much in my everyday life.. If it wasn't Compassion there's a select few number of things that it could mean.. Please pray that God explains things to me clearly, because I'm every bit as confused as ever..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; for more &lt;a href="http://thediaperdiaries.net" target="_blank"&gt;TILT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7282381806372857529?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7282381806372857529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7282381806372857529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7282381806372857529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7282381806372857529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/tilt.html' title='TILT'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-428445811551442580</id><published>2009-01-18T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:22:03.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Me On Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well my dreams anyway, looks like Compassion has 800 applications already, and they aren't accepting anyone with less than 30,000 visits per month. Well I know that's not me so it looks like I'm on hold, oh well, it would have been bad timing anyway on my part, but then again when would be the best time to leave your babies for a week to go help other children half way across the world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Someday.. I'll make it someday, and who knows what that day/trip will bring.. I've heard it said a lot lately &amp;quot;God is writing my story&amp;quot; so I guess that just makes me an actress along for the ride.. Who knows where my adventure will take me next. Apparently it won't be India&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-428445811551442580?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/428445811551442580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=428445811551442580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/428445811551442580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/428445811551442580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/put-me-on-hold.html' title='Put Me On Hold'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5730507055099173477</id><published>2009-01-11T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:45:52.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After much debate, and a pro/con list I decided that it might not be a fluke that Compassion is going -there- -now- or not now but then, just after my babies birthdays, I decided God works in mysterious ways, I'm not convinced I want to nurse Clara until she's 2 anyway.. and after talking to people that understand the weirdness of my decision they are all in agreement. Going on a Compassion trip would be a dream come true for me. So last night. I did it :) I filled out my application.. who knows if I'll get accepted.. but I'm praying about it.. and I can't stop thinking about it. I know if it's not meant to be then it won't happen. but I will apply again, and by next spring my life will be less complicated and maybe then my time will come. but please if y'all are reading this, stop and pray for the family, we could use it.&lt;/p&gt; Thanks and God Bless  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5730507055099173477?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5730507055099173477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5730507055099173477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5730507055099173477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5730507055099173477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7448410232259293174</id><published>2009-01-10T02:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:45:34.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><title type='text'>Compassion Spring Trip</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm on hiatus due to complications in my life that I should not be blogging for the world to read. however there is a group of people that are worthy of getting blogged about &lt;a href="http://compassionbloggers.com" target="_blank"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt; is gathering people for their next trip Which ladies (and gentlemen?) is to India. the date is April 26nd-May 2nd  &lt;p&gt;Now this would be an amazing trip y'all and I'd sign myself up for it but I can't leave the baby for a week because by then the baby will barely will be a year old.&lt;/p&gt; To sign yourself up, or to poke around for more information &lt;a href="http://compassionbloggers.com/take-a-trip" target="_blank"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7448410232259293174?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7448410232259293174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7448410232259293174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7448410232259293174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7448410232259293174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2009/01/compassion-spring-trip.html' title='Compassion Spring Trip'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-1217640444862135385</id><published>2008-12-29T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:27:03.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright Military Mommy gave me the letter C&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Children- preferably mine, although I'm pretty fond of Moira's friends, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Chocolate- need I say more?? although with the food allergies in this house I don't get to enjoy it as much as I wish I could&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Camera- I love my camera, hubby got me a nicer one than the one I wanted for christmas last year and I love it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Church- I love being a part of the church that we're at, I love how I feel calm when I walk in the door, and I love how much my relationship with God has deepened since I've been going there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Croutons- random but they're yummy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Calculators- I'm not any good at math, and I'm always checking things on it at work just in case I plugged something into the register wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. Clara- hehe my baby of course I love her :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. Clara's big sister- I love my Moira too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. Chicken- preferably BBQ because it's so stinking easy making in the oven&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. Cherries- Next to raspberries they're my favorite, not to bad dried either&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; If you want to play leave a message and I'll assign you a letter.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-1217640444862135385?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1217640444862135385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=1217640444862135385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1217640444862135385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1217640444862135385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-i-love.html' title='10 things I Love'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-4422779153874938364</id><published>2008-12-24T00:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:55:36.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;...And I feel like I'm running a marathon standing on my head... but I promise posts are coming. you just don't want the hear the complaining/mood swings/outbursts going through my head at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; And I'm not even pregnant! HA!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-4422779153874938364?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4422779153874938364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=4422779153874938364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4422779153874938364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4422779153874938364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-alive.html' title='I&amp;#39;m alive...'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7520710726131421688</id><published>2008-11-17T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:37:14.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Or I'm trying to make it feel like that anyway.. I'm in for a rough Holiday season with my mom being sick, and we're pinching our pennies harder than we were last year. but I am determined to make this Christmas special for my girls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Thanksgiving weekend the tree is going up, to be decorated the following weekend. Hopefully soon after that the girls and I will be having the grandmas over for cookie baking. That turned out to be better than expected last year considering it was Moira and I of course then DHs Grandma, and my mom. I think it helped that it was ladies only and not the entire slew of in-laws GGma is always more relaxed without the rest of the house there.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Last year we even got matching jammies, I really want to do that again this year not having much luck so far, but with 3 ladies and a picky daddy we can be had to coordinate sometimes&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; For more traditions head on over to &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7520710726131421688?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7520710726131421688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7520710726131421688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7520710726131421688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7520710726131421688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-beginning-to-look-lot-like-christmas.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7440998674130617709</id><published>2008-11-14T00:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:54:01.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fx4'/><title type='text'>While I'm Thinking About It......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SR0J8hOt6pI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qsrq8ImekrU/s1600-h/090%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="090" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SR0J9Et-45I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TV0wd472zkw/090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at the zoo this summer. Hubby picked the picture out.. Not one of my best photography wise.. but the subjects sure are cute!!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;For more phriday phun visit &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7440998674130617709?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7440998674130617709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7440998674130617709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7440998674130617709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7440998674130617709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-i-thinking-about-it.html' title='While I&amp;#39;m Thinking About It......'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SR0J9Et-45I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TV0wd472zkw/s72-c/090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-2529588673464584997</id><published>2008-11-13T01:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:34:33.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fro' Me To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm missing summer I was supposed to get the day off today so we could take the ladies to the Zoo for what would probably be the last time of the season.. but as luck would have it I had to work.. So I'll pretend..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ009kGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mR_sFcIIU-0/s1600-h/004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="181" alt="004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ1LDBMhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GjX5CKHgiY0/004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ009kGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mR_sFcIIU-0/s1600-h/004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Moira and I love the birds&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ182VwTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3SE6Ik0ipeQ/s1600-h/034%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="228" alt="034" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ2J-8y2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ltiRacKJd14/034_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the transparent monkeys..&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ3F85T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/z1hi2L9kSLk/s1600-h/133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="133" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ3QTuwdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jAAs5ldbrvc/133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ3F85T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/z1hi2L9kSLk/s1600-h/133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ182VwTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3SE6Ik0ipeQ/s1600-h/034%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Our Zoo has a beautiful garden&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ47_kXWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ze_G3xRX9Y/s1600-h/169%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="169" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ5SBrhfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JNkSPleKFQU/169_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ6jnRfwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Rocsz9MC2uA/s1600-h/171%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="155" alt="171" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ7NZHt0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/1mBv9tvqtI8/171_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ009kGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mR_sFcIIU-0/s1600-h/004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; But Sadly one look to the skies tells me it's November..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ47_kXWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ze_G3xRX9Y/s1600-h/169%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="113" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ8fuxGjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hiGZJvB9QOc/113_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time to hang my head.. and hibernate..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ47_kXWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ze_G3xRX9Y/s1600-h/169%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ47_kXWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4ze_G3xRX9Y/s1600-h/169%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="178" alt="008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ8piMYCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OcAhaxIrdcQ/008_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fo' Mo' Fros' Check out &lt;a href="http://wearethatfamily.com" target="_blank"&gt;We Are That Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-2529588673464584997?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2529588673464584997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=2529588673464584997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2529588673464584997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2529588673464584997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/fro-me-to-you.html' title='Fro&amp;#39; Me To You'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRvJ1LDBMhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GjX5CKHgiY0/s72-c/004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7098560639319182225</id><published>2008-11-10T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:49:46.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Stayed Frugal Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Looks like I'm not the only one starting to get ready for Christmas, other than the stores of course.. I think the Christmas tree at target went up November 1st. Last year we were really looking for a way to stretch our Christmas budget, and what better way to do that than to make Christmas presents. Plus come on, I love any excuse to be crafty..&amp;#160; so last year we printed out Christmas coloring pages from various online sources, (Goggle it you'll come up with dozens) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;For both my dad, and my fil I bought baskets on sale at Michael's during Black Friday.. I might have paid 5$ for both baskets. I lined those with Christmasy fabric and filled them with homemade cookies. then rolled up a coloring page for each of them and tied it with a pretty ribbon.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;My Mom, Great Aunt (Read Grandma), and DH's Grandparents got a coloring page that a long with some good pictures of Moira were framed. The frames we also got at Michael's on Black Friday they were $5 each after all of the coupons/discounts&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;His grandparents also got a box that I painted Christmasy filled with cookies. I can't reveal what I'm doing this year because I might be comming out of the bloggy closet soon, therefore don't want to reveal any major secrets..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7098560639319182225?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7098560639319182225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7098560639319182225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7098560639319182225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7098560639319182225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-we-stayed-frugal-last-christmas.html' title='How We Stayed Frugal Last Christmas'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-1770723846478707686</id><published>2008-11-07T00:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:19:56.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fx4'/><title type='text'>Phriday Phun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Phanks to &lt;a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-foto-finish-fiesta-11072008.html" target="_blank"&gt;Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt; And this is a picture Moira and I decorating our Christmas tree last year... Christmas already you say? Yes, because Christmas dinner is at my house this year for the first time EVER, 2 families, several food restrictions, and a Granny freshly out of the hospital. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I can do all things though Christ who strengthens me&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; On a brighter note, I want to hear y'all families traditions, What did you eat? What did you do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRPPScmHMdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nsiiWRlMZbw/s1600-h/Moira%20christmas%202007%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="294" alt="Moira christmas 2007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRPPSzRIQtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W76VyX6tPdc/Moira%20christmas%202007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-1770723846478707686?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1770723846478707686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=1770723846478707686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1770723846478707686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1770723846478707686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/phriday-phun.html' title='Phriday Phun'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SRPPSzRIQtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/W76VyX6tPdc/s72-c/Moira%20christmas%202007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5260921603809941807</id><published>2008-11-05T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:20:17.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>If You Give A Girl A Cookie</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SREtNINGJhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2KjkXBlxWhg/s1600-h/Moira%27s%20projects%20002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Moira&amp;#39;s projects 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SREtNpreWUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CBe9fCLse_g/Moira%27s%20projects%20002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yep my 2.5 year old did that, well she counted the chocolate chips, and then we talked about the parts of a mouse, and she then pasted the word that I handed her on the correct mouse part.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Disclosure: Yes I know that most homeschoolers discourage projects like this at such a young age, but know that she had fun doing it, and this kid loves to recite numbers, so focused counting was a good thing for her. and she did one activity a day, the first 2 days we worked on this we read &lt;u&gt;The Best Mouse Cookie&lt;/u&gt;, which is the toddler version of &lt;u&gt;If You Give A Mouse A Cookie Today&lt;/u&gt; we read the &amp;quot;big kid&amp;quot; version of the story, and she insisted on wearing her Mouse Dress. Tomorrow we bake cookies  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5260921603809941807?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5260921603809941807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5260921603809941807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5260921603809941807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5260921603809941807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-give-girl-cookie.html' title='If You Give A Girl A Cookie'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SREtNpreWUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CBe9fCLse_g/s72-c/Moira%27s%20projects%20002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5217536610872111202</id><published>2008-10-31T01:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:21:16.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>I Lub Eeeewwwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My kids are in the cutest stages right now, Clara is 6 months, and curious about the world around her, Normally when I go in the bathroom during the day the baby tub is dry so I plop Clara in there to keep her out of her sisters reach and give her a toy and she's good to go, well today she just wasn't content with her duck, she wanted the towel hanging next to her, or the foot stool, or anything/everything she could see.. Plus the whole learning to sit up thing.. aww I counted to 5 the other day before she toppled over..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; And the 2 year old, Moira's learning more and more every day. She's getting to where she can express herself a whole lot better..&amp;#160; At least as long as I keep close tabs that she doesn't get any milk products, but that would be a whole other blog.. She's one of the most loving two year olds you could possibly meet, she always asks for at least 4 or 5 kisses before she goes to bed and lots of hugs and kisses during the day.. Today she was playing in the sink while I was making dinner and she kept turning around on the chair she was standing on, giving me hugs and saying &amp;quot;I luub eeeeewwww!&amp;quot; I don't care how much crap I have going on in my life that little voice saying that always makes my day better..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SQqXHHT2xeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wKw7DBKf3Bk/s1600-h/Fall2008%20pt1%20095%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Fall2008 pt1 095" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SQqXHz7m7KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/r-wTvClahNY/Fall2008%20pt1%20095_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SQqXI02qEXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LAp1erREeqw/s1600-h/Fall2008%20pt1%20089%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Fall2008 pt1 089" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SQqXJTZNPBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9cwEYELzBzg/Fall2008%20pt1%20089_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5217536610872111202?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5217536610872111202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5217536610872111202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5217536610872111202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5217536610872111202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-lub-eeeewwwww.html' title='I Lub Eeeewwwww!'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pvqu-iIbSdM/SQqXHz7m7KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/r-wTvClahNY/s72-c/Fall2008%20pt1%20095_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-1672662797566502178</id><published>2008-10-23T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:21:52.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>6th picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay so for lack of things to blog about I decided to play along with &lt;a href="http://militarymommy-amy.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-6.html" target="_blank"&gt;Military Mommy&lt;/a&gt; and look for my 6th picture, but because I'm organizing my pictures they're not in one folder, so I went to the folders that have and found the 6th picture in the ones that have a 6th picture, and in doing so I've learned that we have a thing for Cats&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIqvKAWmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p_tPC_UPxsk/s1600-h/006%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="161" alt="006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIrA5m8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rb4SRQXCuHc/006_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIsWDZc3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QijAOL1E6YE/s1600-h/Moira%20006%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="161" alt="Moira 006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIshQIMII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zMzEgIaL0Oo/Moira%20006_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDItMpl9ZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qvmDkHmTHFU/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20006%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="162" alt="Fair Week 006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIt2vKASI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LwL6e3mfGvk/Fair%20Week%20006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The first picture was taken at the zoo. The second was taken later that day at DHs grandparents house, Where my cat Noodle resides, the kitten happens to be one of Noodles babies. The third picture is of Moira at Wendy's enjoying her lunch of &amp;quot;Beans and Toes&amp;quot; otherwise known as chili and a baked potato&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; For more 6th pictures check out &lt;a href="http://militarymommy-amy.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-6.html" target="_blank"&gt;Military Mommy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-1672662797566502178?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1672662797566502178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=1672662797566502178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1672662797566502178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/1672662797566502178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/10/6th-picture.html' title='6th picture'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SQDIrA5m8ZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rb4SRQXCuHc/s72-c/006_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-6625535424193992988</id><published>2008-10-20T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:59:24.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staging a Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yep that's right, While in my process of simplifying my life I realized that I had absolutely nothing for me, other than my occasional chats with the &amp;quot;sisters&amp;quot; but honestly is that enough?? DH just took off for up to a week by himself. granted he'll be home long enough to watch the little ladies while I'm at work, but he's still left.. and where does that leave me? In a messy 2 bedroom home with the kids and no one to talk to..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So Hello all you bloggy people out there.. I've seen a lot of you mentioning Jeff Dieselberg from NightLight Ministries in Bangkok Thailand, and the work that he and Annie do. It's amazing work, and truly of God.Well he was at our church yesterday. Honestly I'm not sure what I was the most impressed with: the work that they do, or how fired up and emotional the man was. It made me fired up and emotional, It makes me want to fight the good fight..    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-6625535424193992988?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6625535424193992988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=6625535424193992988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6625535424193992988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6625535424193992988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/10/staging-comeback.html' title='Staging a Comeback'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-2520747034635779712</id><published>2008-08-17T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:59:09.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God has a sense of humor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay so we go to an amazing church. One where you can feel the presence of God when you walk in the building. Well today during worship I was being moved and I almost fell while I was holding Clara. Made me wonder why God would move me quite like that at that point in time. The next thing I know I feel the great weight weighing me down.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Heh God hears all and has a sense of humor..  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-2520747034635779712?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2520747034635779712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=2520747034635779712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2520747034635779712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2520747034635779712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-has-sense-of-humor.html' title='God has a sense of humor.'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7985548479173886538</id><published>2008-08-10T00:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:06:20.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Kids will be kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this weekend is the Jazz Festival/ Art Fair downtown. I was so stoked to go, plus me girls slept in. Yay always makes for a better day! Oh and my library opened back up after phase 3 of their renovations. It's so beautiful inside. It's one of the most historical buildings in town, and it was part of the under ground railroad. It's still beautiful and historic, just a tad &amp;quot;fresher&amp;quot; and as of last year includes central air. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Anywho.. The girls and I enjoyed our walk downtown, ran into some friends, talked to artists, Moira even got to do some chalk painting. verry pretty. But the highlight (low light??)of my day was when we went to the library and get Moira out of the stroller to play with the toys she decides to pee.. and of course that would be the first time I FORGOT TO PUT A DIAPER ON HER!!! How does a mommy forget to put a diaper on her little girl?? but alas I did.. Oohh did I mention that phase 3 meant new carpet?? Yep my baby was the first one to pee on the new carpet. Go figure.. oh and the kicker?? the stroller that she was riding in for the last 45 mins? DRY!! But the brand new carpet?? WET!! Of course the one who noticed was the children's librarian that I volunteered for when I was in high school, the one who was there for me when I was having problems with my own Mother.. Her reaction?? &amp;quot;We need to get Moira a plaque&amp;quot; followed by &amp;quot;at least it wasn't number two&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So in order to make this mommy feel better.. I'd like to know what are &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; embarrassing Mommy moments?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7985548479173886538?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7985548479173886538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7985548479173886538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7985548479173886538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7985548479173886538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-will-be-kids.html' title='Kids will be kids'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-6128728381159715247</id><published>2008-08-09T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:30:01.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate subject lines..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just incase I have any loyal readers wondering where I was this last week. I've had a huge writers block. Guess I've been recovering from &lt;a href="http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-week.html" target="_blank"&gt;Fair Week&lt;/a&gt;. I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to say to all of the loyal Camp Candid Carrie readers who are taking a field trip from Wisconsin to Michigan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I was planning on taking all of the &lt;a href="http://campcandidcarrie.com" target="_blank"&gt;Camp Candid Carrie&lt;/a&gt; readers on a trip to Wisconsin with me when I was little, going through Chicago, and coming home from the UP maybe even including the picture of my dad with a Big Boy moose. Somehow even that didn't seem interesting enough.. So I was cooking dinner (Chicken stir fry made with &lt;a href="http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-love-thursday.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) I happen to think of the picture I took of Moira today.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJ0dOCPIX2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/aeUh3LQ_v54/s1600-h/Aug%20post%20fair%20005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Aug post fair 005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJ0dOQYFHgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/605ElJtTV80/Aug%20post%20fair%20005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yep that's my eldest child, asleep on the changing table, She fell asleep nursing, so when I went to lay her down (in her bed) she woke up and was somewhat fussy, but fell back asleep, I thought clothed, and diapered. The most amazing thing about it? She didn't even pee on the sheet that's on the table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Oh and if you were wondering what a Big Boy moose &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJ0dOy8csdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mZt6wtoxQ4g/s1600-h/big%20boy%20moose%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="big boy moose" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJ0dPKfJZkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jdXk6clCKyE/big%20boy%20moose_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-6128728381159715247?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6128728381159715247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=6128728381159715247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6128728381159715247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6128728381159715247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-subject-lines.html' title='I hate subject lines..'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJ0dOQYFHgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/605ElJtTV80/s72-c/Aug%20post%20fair%20005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-6411807941879451238</id><published>2008-08-05T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:40:43.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes that week was the week the town shuts down, (for real the thrift shop and possibly one of the bowling alleys were closed) I should totally save this for Wordless Wednesday but I love bragging on my kids so here they are..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZowiVauI/AAAAAAAAADc/ig2nOk5AcCA/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20012%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="Fair Week 012" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZpENjdXI/AAAAAAAAADg/iQ8_aRJvHYo/Fair%20Week%20012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZp_uNa_I/AAAAAAAAADk/_DcwMEZgI0o/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20015%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="159" alt="Fair Week 015" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZqJmX0NI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vy_9tsjN1A8/Fair%20Week%20015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZqt2m1oI/AAAAAAAAADs/WzaO-k9KZnc/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20085%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZriYB2dI/AAAAAAAAADw/qVe3ceMTuqw/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20084%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZs8RoVTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4A79PvOe_48/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20083%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZuNNgvnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6QTGe5YHLVU/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20071%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="163" alt="Fair Week 071" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZuXEvJSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pG-bXxo4wz0/Fair%20Week%20071_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZvc1NryI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FdBu0vEzIw4/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20059%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="161" alt="Fair Week 059" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZvvgyeVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sw-GGLgXwy0/Fair%20Week%20059_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="Fair Week 083" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZwFwOHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/If-hYZo8Eiw/Fair%20Week%20083_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="159" alt="Fair Week 084" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZwkOUCNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/j4d0JaWZQFI/Fair%20Week%20084_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="161" alt="Fair Week 085" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZwwLWWnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FBjNE2fgUL0/Fair%20Week%20085_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZxg37W_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/PRVeTthrkNo/s1600-h/Fair%20Week%20039%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Fair Week 039" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZyD7_EPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3PhBls059dc/Fair%20Week%20039_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; With all of that what's to come for Wordless Wednesday??    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-6411807941879451238?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6411807941879451238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=6411807941879451238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6411807941879451238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6411807941879451238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-week.html' title='Fair Week'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJfZpENjdXI/AAAAAAAAADg/iQ8_aRJvHYo/s72-c/Fair%20Week%20012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-6614943089802705033</id><published>2008-08-01T11:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:15:50.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firday Fill-Ins'/><title type='text'>Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;1. If I could travel back in time, I'd go to &lt;strong&gt;I'd like to say high school so I could get a few things right, but then I adore having my girls, so maybe not..&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;2. Give me &lt;strong&gt;a break from the Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt; or give me &lt;strong&gt;__a new DVD&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;3. I am listening to &lt;strong&gt;The Wiggles and my toddler saying &amp;quot;Buddy!&amp;quot; because that is what she calls them&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;4. Somewhere, someone is thinking &lt;strong&gt;I've been up for so long!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;5. I'll always be &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;6. My idea of a good time includes &lt;strong&gt;Relaxing with my husband and our kids, doing something that would be fun for the kids&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I&amp;#8217;m looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;going to the County fair, and letting Moira ride the bumper boats again&amp;#160; because she loved it&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;strong&gt;going to the fair again for the last time of the year&lt;/strong&gt;, and Sunday, I want to &lt;strong&gt;go to church, who knows after that&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;For more Friday Fill-Ins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-6614943089802705033?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6614943089802705033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=6614943089802705033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6614943089802705033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/6614943089802705033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-fill-ins.html' title='Friday Fill-Ins'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7991151655700395038</id><published>2008-07-31T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:20:06.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newborns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tilt'/><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA5-ypWKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fom4VW1nXCw/s1600-h/tilt%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="129" alt="tilt" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA6FPkhCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ErvUyPzkUX4/tilt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I while I was walking to the park for a play date today I was stumbling trying to find a topic for my already late TILT, and then I felt Clara moved and voila! a topic. My &lt;a href="http://mayawrap.com" target="_blank"&gt;Maya Wrap&lt;/a&gt; has to be the greatest invention. It's a open tail ring sling, and I would be lost without it. I put Clara in it and i can do the dishes, go grocery shopping, or walk up to the park for play dates, Clara loves it because she stays swaddled up close. When she's awake she can see the world, and when she falls asleep I can tuck her in and she'll sleep for quite awhile. Did I mention the nice sized pocket at the end of the &amp;quot;tail&amp;quot; I've just about always have my keys and my phone in there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's sturdy too, I have put my two year old in it and wore her on my hip. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only downside that now I have a funny farmers tan, where one shoulder is burnt the other is pasty white.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA7MbYMPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lqAbKB3LA0c/s1600-h/Family%20051%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="162" alt="Family 051" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA91aD00I/AAAAAAAAADA/Xn-0uxA-w94/Family%20051_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA-U9wYmI/AAAAAAAAADE/BYL1aapjWPQ/s1600-h/Family%20024%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="163" alt="Family 024" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA-wE_vjI/AAAAAAAAADI/DiJ1NSH7-po/Family%20024_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA_-dCICI/AAAAAAAAADM/tok8DVGRs_Y/s1600-h/091%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="163" alt="091" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIBAE6rzsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GtkDy9U-YbA/091_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA_-dCICI/AAAAAAAAADM/tok8DVGRs_Y/s1600-h/091%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIBBG9o9zI/AAAAAAAAADU/b5TO9TjEN88/s1600-h/183%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="162" alt="183" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIBBcDXh3I/AAAAAAAAADY/2UTdu0Vu81E/183_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://thediaperdiariies.net" target="_blank"&gt;For more TILT click here&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7991151655700395038?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7991151655700395038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7991151655700395038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7991151655700395038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7991151655700395038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-love-thursday_31.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SJIA6FPkhCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ErvUyPzkUX4/s72-c/tilt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5899300448545346285</id><published>2008-07-30T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:20:30.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qK92N9rI/AAAAAAAAACE/3_riM4Jqbx4/s1600-h/Family%20023%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="158" alt="Family 023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qLFyRaoI/AAAAAAAAACI/U5ET3ZCMNWM/Family%20023_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qLiVPIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/fOPd2WdON-Q/s1600-h/Family%20024%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="155" alt="Family 024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qL5AwytI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1h5pVxunHF4/Family%20024_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qMjEjnXI/AAAAAAAAACU/JaL-Byz9f-I/s1600-h/Family%20032%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="Family 032" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qM6sDNbI/AAAAAAAAACY/1CmVurpe4DI/Family%20032_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qOLtU3zI/AAAAAAAAACc/gOALmiyz0JM/s1600-h/Family%20036%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="158" alt="Family 036" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qOaCBlGI/AAAAAAAAACg/fSB0W8P-dQM/Family%20036_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qPdk6BnI/AAAAAAAAACk/IMlHlmfx680/s1600-h/Family%20051%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="Family 051" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qPmykGPI/AAAAAAAAACo/1aRvOKWB4Zc/Family%20051_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qQA618BI/AAAAAAAAACs/bs6deNRdUqc/s1600-h/Family%20058%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="161" alt="Family 058" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qQEydvyI/AAAAAAAAACw/gKXUaHVqWj4/Family%20058_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; For more Wordless Wednesday go &lt;a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5899300448545346285?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5899300448545346285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5899300448545346285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5899300448545346285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5899300448545346285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SI_qLFyRaoI/AAAAAAAAACI/U5ET3ZCMNWM/s72-c/Family%20023_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-466418686466988183</id><published>2008-07-28T00:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:28:53.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a God thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got my first word on Friday, the downside was I let my own fears get in the way of listening to God, and helping this elderly lady with her hands full cross the street. When she was across I could feel God wanting to know (Or wanting me to know) Why I didn't help her, admitting my fears I heard &amp;quot;You'll get another chance&amp;quot; Little did I know dh was across town talking to our former neighbor who is in a rough patch and needs someone to watch his kids some. Hm coincidence? I think not..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Now my heart isn't into &lt;a href="http://marchofdimes.com" target="_blank"&gt;MOD&lt;/a&gt; as much as it used to be. Don't get me wrong, I want to see healthy babies, But having had a home birth how can I sit there and say EVERY woman needs a good OB. High risk women need a good OB, a healthy woman, with a healthy pregnancy need a good Midwife. I had a great one if you live by me and want a reference email me ;) Anywhoo.. Mission work is back in my heart. I truly believe it's god leading me back into it. I don't have a clue what or where, but I am meant to serve, that's why I'm here. Until I get my orders I'm anxiously awaiting it, and using my time to learn and grow in him. And above all enjoy living in his grace, even the tough days are possible through him. I long to share him, but lack the courage, or the wisdom to know just what it is I'm supposed to say.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; For those of you that followed me over through &lt;a href="http://mychurch.org/" target="_blank"&gt;MyChurch&lt;/a&gt;. Welcome and make yourselves comfortable.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-466418686466988183?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/466418686466988183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=466418686466988183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/466418686466988183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/466418686466988183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-god-thing.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a God thing'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7174042015215448144</id><published>2008-07-25T23:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:15:50.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firday Fill-Ins'/><title type='text'>Belated Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. I believe whatever doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead...kidding!! It makes you stronger.    &lt;br /&gt;2. If you're good at something, Find a way to make a living at it.     &lt;br /&gt;3. Why so blue.     &lt;br /&gt;4. Something is out there, it's My sanity and I would like it back someday.     &lt;br /&gt;5. If my life were a sitcom, it would be titled Adventures in Diaperland.     &lt;br /&gt;6. Sitting on my back porch [if you don't have one, use your imagination] I see A courtyard full of kids playing, and kids toys scattered all over.     &lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I&amp;#8217;m looking forward to&amp;#160; Well lets see, I took the girls to the park, then DH picked up Moira and Clara and I walked downtown taking pictures, and I found&amp;#160; out that a friend of mine is in town for a week and a half. Tomorrow my plans include Going to visit Dh's grandparents while he paints their porch.. woooh! lol, but I do have to talk to their neighbor because she's the pastor at the church that dh's dad is taking Moira to on Sunday, and I would like some answers about the nursery, and Sunday, I want to go the morning and evening services!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want more Friday Fill Ins &lt;a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7174042015215448144?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7174042015215448144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7174042015215448144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7174042015215448144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7174042015215448144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/belated-friday-fill-ins.html' title='Belated Friday Fill-Ins'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-2390101490586133006</id><published>2008-07-24T01:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:02:31.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tilt'/><title type='text'>Things I Love Thursday - Windows Live Writer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Okay so I'm obviously new to the blogosphere, and not being a computer genius I tend to look for the easy way around things. And that ladies (gentlemen?) has brought me to &lt;a href="http://get.live.com/writer/overview" target="_blank"&gt;Windows Live Writer&lt;/a&gt;. Where I can tyoe what I want to say and right click on the misspelled words just as easy as any worthwhile word processing. As for adding pictures, just a few clicks of the mouse, and I'm good to go. Oh it also helps adding links, highlight the text you want the link to be under, then click insert hyperlink and type the address. How easy is that? Even I can do it! Too bad it doesn't improve my grammar..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Now lets see if I can make the TILT logo a link..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://thediaperdiaries.net/things-i-love-thursday-preserve-toothbrushes/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="129" alt="tilt" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIgNAbRBRRI/AAAAAAAAACA/U_o_D1UyueA/tilt%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-2390101490586133006?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2390101490586133006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=2390101490586133006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2390101490586133006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2390101490586133006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-love-thursday-windows-live.html' title='Things I Love Thursday - Windows Live Writer'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIgNAbRBRRI/AAAAAAAAACA/U_o_D1UyueA/s72-c/tilt%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-4335072531772038693</id><published>2008-07-23T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:14:51.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newborns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The sweetest thing is a baby learning to giggle  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIa6ti-2N6I/AAAAAAAAABw/HKnJPBIfFOk/s1600-h/Clara%20001%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="Clara 001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIa6t7c0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/uKfVkC4mw2g/Clara%20001_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIa6u9GyGPI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yU9CxY6ADTk/s1600-h/Clara%20002%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="Clara 002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIa6vLMMx4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/g01qtSvUUAs/Clara%20002_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-4335072531772038693?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4335072531772038693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=4335072531772038693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4335072531772038693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/4335072531772038693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday-almost.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (Almost)'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIa6t7c0Y9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/uKfVkC4mw2g/s72-c/Clara%20001_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-723736094357479597</id><published>2008-07-22T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:04:16.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newborns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>It's Tuesday Already??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is it just me or does time go faster everyday? I thought time flew in high school, and after high school, Then Moira was born, and now that Clara's here time is going so fast. If the world doesn't slow down I'm going to fall off!! Okay maybe not.. I was sure I just gave birth to Clara yesterday but she's teething already! Wait let me step back and do the math, oh yeah, &amp;quot;yesterday&amp;quot; was three months ago.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wrote about dh's cakes yesterday.. well sometime in August I have 2 more to do. Can't give away too much info, just incase the soon to be birthday lady stumbles upon this humble blog. But I'll totally post pictures when they become available. But for now I give you the birthday boy, and his wonderful (sometimes modest) wife, and the two best little girls in the world. Oh yeah and one shamrock cake. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbfNWbz9I/AAAAAAAAABg/kgSH4QkbsyY/s1600-h/Moira%20021%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Moira 021" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbfvxtKSI/AAAAAAAAABk/mC0iWaVJloQ/Moira%20021_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbfNWbz9I/AAAAAAAAABg/kgSH4QkbsyY/s1600-h/Moira%20021%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbgrlT8lI/AAAAAAAAABo/KTll930P768/s1600-h/Moira%20018%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Moira 018" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbg1oc94I/AAAAAAAAABs/51Q7XjZagGs/Moira%20018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-723736094357479597?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/723736094357479597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=723736094357479597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/723736094357479597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/723736094357479597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-tuesday-already.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Tuesday Already??'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIVbfvxtKSI/AAAAAAAAABk/mC0iWaVJloQ/s72-c/Moira%20021_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-8033921465474550657</id><published>2008-07-20T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:45:10.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday?</title><content type='html'>Maybe not.. Last week was mayhem enough. Got home from KY to a huge mess, Spent all week getting caught back up. Just in time for DHs birthday party.. half of the people didn't even show, so the 2nd cake I made was a huge waste of time. Oh well, The best part of throwing a party is it forces me to clean my house. Aside for some scattered toys, and the cake mess the party did it's job, means tomorrow all I have to do is a few extra dishes. Maybe tomorrow will be a relax and play day, hope so anyway because it's the girls and I all day.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-8033921465474550657?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8033921465474550657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=8033921465474550657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/8033921465474550657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/8033921465474550657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday?'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-2071994706676614854</id><published>2008-07-19T00:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:05:35.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways (Other Blogs)'/><title type='text'>Chico Bag Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notesofjubilee.com/2008/07/chico-bag-giveaway.html"&gt;Jubilee&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a set of three Chico shopping bags.&lt;/p&gt; For those of you trying to go green check it out!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-2071994706676614854?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2071994706676614854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=2071994706676614854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2071994706676614854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2071994706676614854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/chico-bag-giveaway.html' title='Chico Bag Giveaway'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5791700252218338834</id><published>2008-07-19T00:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:46:26.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newborns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>The Best Way To End A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of the things I enjoy about my girls' is that they are my ever changing constant. Being alone with them (which is almost all the time recently) always seems to bring me back to where my priorities should be. Last night after bath time I was trying to get Moira in her jammies and keep both her and Clara entertained. Before I knew it she was playing the sweet baby game of &amp;quot;find the foot&amp;quot; And all of a sudden she is really good at it. Watching her do that and playing peek-a-boo with her older sister has got to be the greatest way to end a rough day. No matter what happens during the day when I tuck my babies in and think &amp;quot;I'm so glad I'm the Mommy&amp;quot; It's been a good day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIFocansozI/AAAAAAAAABQ/S0QOhjQ2pJ0/s1600-h/368%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="158" alt="368" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIFocs2IsUI/AAAAAAAAABU/BtlVSzHT7hw/368_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIFodTBkOwI/AAAAAAAAABY/-qR514Z95O8/s1600-h/364%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="158" alt="364" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIFodsUa_bI/AAAAAAAAABc/mQKe30x7INs/364_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5791700252218338834?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5791700252218338834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5791700252218338834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5791700252218338834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5791700252218338834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-way-to-end-day.html' title='The Best Way To End A Day'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIFocs2IsUI/AAAAAAAAABU/BtlVSzHT7hw/s72-c/368_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7601983598478028156</id><published>2008-07-17T23:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:45:27.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I love Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In hopes of finding some actual readers for my humble blog I decided I'd play along with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thediaperdiaries.net/"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="129" alt="tilt" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIAToj-v4zI/AAAAAAAAABA/dnrjICWM84g/tilt%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;But as for what products I actually love?? How about the bags of boneless chicken. We can usually find the bags on a good sale when we need them, and they work out to be quite a bit cheaper than to buy the packages in foam and plastic wrapped packages especially when they're buy one get one free Takes up a lot of room in the freezer, but when it comes to cooking them you don't even need to let them thaw, usually around the time that we need to restock they're on sale again. Starting the lovely cycle of savings over again&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIATqKxlFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/VMmbxj_h3Cw/s1600-h/TILT7%2017%2008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="TILT7 17 08" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIATquUWuXI/AAAAAAAAABM/AGKQzS8QIp4/TILT7%2017%2008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7601983598478028156?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7601983598478028156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7601983598478028156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7601983598478028156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7601983598478028156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-love-thursday.html' title='Things I love Thursday'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/crunchy.mommy.mary/SIAToj-v4zI/AAAAAAAAABA/dnrjICWM84g/s72-c/tilt%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-8530858505164459237</id><published>2008-07-16T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:52:11.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Shots and Blood Draws</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was stressful enough to say the least. We're spreading out Clara's shots, and trying to follow the recommendation of Doctor Sears. The girls' insurance is rather limiting however so all we can do is spread out the shots and combo shots. And decline them of course, but what is the good of declining a shot when it creeps up two months later in a combo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As if my mind wasn't swirling around enough information, add a two year old with diarrhea, and the voice in my head that says &amp;quot;she's allergic to gluten&amp;quot; I've been putting off asking for a test for months, wondering &amp;quot;how I could possibly know it's gluten?&amp;quot; and thinking &amp;quot;her insurance won't pay for that!&amp;quot; Thankfully they are going to pay for it. YAY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; So I show up at our local hospital weighing the pros of our loving our pediatrician and the cons of hating the local hospital. Dh went into the back room with Moira when they called her back. It must have been 15 mins later they call for some butterfly needles because they don't have any, then awhile after they get those they call me up to the front and tell me that they canceled it and we have to come back once her arm heals because they couldn't get any blood today. We're guessing that they went through the vein on my two year old! The girl up front said that they could call someone down from the peds floor next time..NEXT TIME?? where were they this time?? **sighs** the stool culture is in now, and I guess we'll go next week and demand for someone from peds.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-8530858505164459237?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/8530858505164459237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=8530858505164459237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/8530858505164459237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/8530858505164459237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/shots-and-blood-draws.html' title='Shots and Blood Draws'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-7177740163520646300</id><published>2008-07-16T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:26:41.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time's fun when you're having flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it's really hit, Clara will be 3 months old in just 2 days. It seems like just yesterday I was waking DH up saying "I think my water just broke!" Today Clara can hold her head up high, she follows our fingers with her eyes, she has the BEST grins! I'm having a really hard time about backing off and letting Moira play with her baby sister a little. I'm trying to work on going off of Clara's cues. Today they were playing so good. Moira was telling her stories, and holding her hands "dancing" with her. I could see her doing what we did with her/do with Clara. And when she started clapping babys hands and cheering it got the best laugh out of Clara that I've heard yet! I was so glad that I got to share in their moment. There is something truely amazing about seeing two babies that you brought into this world playing and enjoying it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-7177740163520646300?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/7177740163520646300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=7177740163520646300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7177740163520646300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/7177740163520646300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-2879264763932810724</id><published>2008-01-23T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:56:09.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montessori'/><title type='text'>Too many decisions!!</title><content type='html'>This task seems impossible, finding the best style/ recources to match the needs of our little girls. Moira I can understand well. I know what she likes to do, and When I see books/recources that looks like it would interest her I can bookmark it, or take note of it. Not even worring about if Clara will get use out of that tool. but then I have to think about does it fit into our household, Such as the Montessori approach. That would suite Moira's personality very well, she loves to learn by exploring (as many kids do at this age) but the question with that lifestyle is do I have the patience to teach like that? There are times when it's easy. Earlier today I was working in the kitchen, clearing the table, and she then got the broom and dustpan and was "sweeping" the floor. That was easy because it didn't intefear with what I was doing, but what about when she wants to take part in the same activity as I am? I've been praying for patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After concidering if our household fits the life/learning style the next decision is does it fit in with our belief system? When looking at the Montessori methods of teaching, it seems like they are lacking when it comes to the arts. I've found another method much like that of Maria Montessori's that focuses a lot on play time and make believe for younger children. I would love for my girls to grow up with a healthy imagination. However the waldorf resources I was looking at all incude faries, and wizzards and gnomes. I'm not that opposed to make believe magic in moderation. However I don't want my girls to go overboard when it comes to those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said I know that as we are homeschooling our girls We get to call the shots when it comes to what toys, books, lessons we use. There is no cookie cutter that we have to follow, and I'm greatful for that.  It's just nice to feel like I fit in to a category. I suppose I can just use the methods, and we can have our own selection of toys/learning tools. *sigh* There really are to many decisions to make. I wish DH would voice an opinion about this (and in a nice way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-2879264763932810724?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2879264763932810724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=2879264763932810724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2879264763932810724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/2879264763932810724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-many-decisions.html' title='Too many decisions!!'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-673976484520991465</id><published>2008-01-22T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:41:00.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Part two</title><content type='html'>I adore watching my oldest grow and learn everyday. However I am concerned about what things will be like when her little sister is born. Will that change things for the worse? or for the better? I hope that Moira doesn't feel like I've abandoned her when her sister is born. I'm sure after the adjustment period she'll be okay, I just know how close we are now, and I don't want to have my precious baby girl resent me for bringing another precious baby girl into the world, and our home/hearts. I'm hoping that they will be close growing up. They are already both so special to me. So far with the first two entries into this and I still haven't told you the entire reason I've started this record of our adventures. We are going to homeschool our children. it's just a matter of finding the style that suits our girls and us. We are christians and want to include religion in our home studies, as well as the respect that is found within the Montessori methods of teaching. I plan on using this page to record our journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-673976484520991465?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/673976484520991465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=673976484520991465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/673976484520991465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/673976484520991465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/01/part-two.html' title='Part two'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456551072014465673.post-5597244758922024192</id><published>2008-01-22T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:46:41.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><title type='text'>The Early Days</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my oldest is getting ready to turn 2! Her birthday isn't untill the spring but still.. Every day that passes makes her another day older. Even through the rough days I know that when this stage has passed I'm going to miss it. I'm sure the stages to come will be great as well, but I love watching her explore the world arround her. She gets this look of awe in her eyes when she sees somthing new, like when we took her bowling the other day, she was in amazement that she could roll a ball that far and it would knock down pins. I guess that was concidered an educational experience for her.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to finish this later.. Lunchtime snuck up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4456551072014465673-5597244758922024192?l=mommysadventure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5597244758922024192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4456551072014465673&amp;postID=5597244758922024192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5597244758922024192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4456551072014465673/posts/default/5597244758922024192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommysadventure.blogspot.com/2008/01/early-days.html' title='The Early Days'/><author><name>Mommy Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13394080116461300086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
