<?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-34973231790686951</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:25:46.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five of Spaids</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5035110509959209202</id><published>2010-08-05T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:10:01.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm done posting here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can check out my new blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiveofspaids.com"&gt;www.fiveofspaids.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5035110509959209202?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5035110509959209202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5035110509959209202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was actually shocked at some of the stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We put the kids to bed before it was over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-391868889734128723?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/391868889734128723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/disclaimer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/391868889734128723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/391868889734128723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEo-b-KK2GI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TdH_Bh5OptM/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEo-b-KK2GI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TdH_Bh5OptM/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497274945422153826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out on my lap. I'm enjoying this age so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEo-bej7VXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oUYpSdjjJ1Y/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEo-bej7VXI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oUYpSdjjJ1Y/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497274936940254578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming in the backyard. Notice our &lt;b&gt;dead &lt;/b&gt;grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben's been running a fever all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I've said it before, but that kid gets hot when he has a fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 103.7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He seems fine now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I should have went to medical school before I had children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I had a bunch of other stuff I was going to say...but now I don't feel like it. Off to cuddle.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3058002824455530810?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3058002824455530810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3058002824455530810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3058002824455530810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-friday-night.html' title='It&apos;s Friday Night...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEo-b-KK2GI/AAAAAAAAAu8/TdH_Bh5OptM/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5201420661221120847</id><published>2010-07-22T09:22:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:07:19.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays are for Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEhsnsH_f7I/AAAAAAAAAus/FZxDuHkuTtA/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEhmJZC_LoI/AAAAAAAAAtE/WgJnKHVv3m0/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496755656733961858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5201420661221120847?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5201420661221120847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursdays-are-for-cuties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5201420661221120847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5201420661221120847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursdays-are-for-cuties.html' title='Thursdays are for Cuties'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEhsnsH_f7I/AAAAAAAAAus/FZxDuHkuTtA/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8198380394386897982</id><published>2010-07-21T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:50:15.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEcC-r-3-qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GMFZ97Ft_kA/s1600/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEcC-r-3-qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GMFZ97Ft_kA/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496365146210564770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The youngest in our family has reached another milestone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry for not telling you yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so close to rolling over it's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is just starting to fit into 3-6 month clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Which I think is perfect; I love when sizes and ages match up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the most part, she is a very content baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a very, very fast eater. Nothing like Ben was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She seems bigger everyday to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still loves her swing.&lt;br /&gt;(And I am grateful, otherwise I wouldn't get anything done!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the most social baby I have ever been around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not exaggerating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will talk and talk and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The minute anyone gives her attention she is all smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a &lt;b&gt;beauty&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(In my humble opinion.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has the most perfect skin. Not a flaw to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I formerly had the flawless skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must have given it to her or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone told me once that for each baby you have you lose/change something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I had Charlotte it was my ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now when I go in a plane or up in the mountains, I'm the one chewing gum and swallowing trying to get my ears to pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't pinpoint one specific thing that changed when I had Ben,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my recovery after having him was &lt;i&gt;horrible&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now, Elizabeth Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my used-to-be-perfect-skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could almost cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's more than worth it, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still holding out for it to clear up when I'm finished nursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not, it's on to more drastic measures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Libby is three months old and:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I haven't gotten her pictures taken. This literally breaks my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I haven't sewed any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onesies&lt;/span&gt; for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I haven't gotten into a routine that keeps the house picked up/laundry put away/dishes done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; *I haven't lost my "baby weight". I'm not sure I can even call it that anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I haven't written like 5 or 6 thank you notes that are rudely overdue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8198380394386897982?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8198380394386897982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8198380394386897982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8198380394386897982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings....'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEcC-r-3-qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/GMFZ97Ft_kA/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-246554688551885938</id><published>2010-07-19T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:56:20.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmyword</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEUQJzLNifI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HgwpMet5kHo/s1600/rabevisit+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEUQJzLNifI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HgwpMet5kHo/s320/rabevisit+322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495816680817658354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlotte, Kylie and I got henna tattoos in Estes Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;much to tell you, dear blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I have family in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which really cuts into blogging time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd much rather be with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, this morning when I could have been blogging (hello! Charlotte slept in until 9:45 - &lt;i&gt;un&lt;/i&gt;believable!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to deal with &lt;b&gt;ants&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my living/dining room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a carpeted room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I vacuumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And vacuumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And bleached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And vacuumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And washed high chairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And vacuumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a very firm "no little people eat in the dining room" rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we had Libby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we have people over we all can't fit at the kitchen table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, their high chairs (and Charlie's booster) have been on the carpet off and on since she's been born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another reason to hate this carpet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's a whole 'nother post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-246554688551885938?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/246554688551885938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohmyword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/246554688551885938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/246554688551885938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohmyword.html' title='ohmyword'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TEUQJzLNifI/AAAAAAAAAs0/HgwpMet5kHo/s72-c/rabevisit+322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3564272724964094009</id><published>2010-07-16T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:15:13.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Appliance-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A glass of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TECS86yn7tI/AAAAAAAAAss/QgxGku7FFvg/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TECS86yn7tI/AAAAAAAAAss/QgxGku7FFvg/s320/180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553120663400146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From our fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TECS8pBPcJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/d5t1W2dwGZg/s1600/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TECS8pBPcJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/d5t1W2dwGZg/s320/183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494553115892871314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3564272724964094009?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3564272724964094009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/glass-of-water.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3564272724964094009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3564272724964094009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/glass-of-water.html' title='Appliance-love'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TECS86yn7tI/AAAAAAAAAss/QgxGku7FFvg/s72-c/180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6464642743462099234</id><published>2010-07-14T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:34:00.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD5yCTBaBoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sA3OGHnTFNs/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD5yCTBaBoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sA3OGHnTFNs/s320/119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493953979230062210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only decent shot I got of them in their matching watermelon shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby had a blowout all over her outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her carseat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I inexplicably feel very down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am at a loss as to what to do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is about as perfect as life can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think maybe I just need more sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6464642743462099234?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6464642743462099234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6464642743462099234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6464642743462099234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD5yCTBaBoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sA3OGHnTFNs/s72-c/119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8399352490419601285</id><published>2010-07-13T23:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:18:42.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1Wmq4tU3I/AAAAAAAAAsU/rikETsRHVDY/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1Wmq4tU3I/AAAAAAAAAsU/rikETsRHVDY/s320/088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493642342809031538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1UamDruQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/peHEVkHsijQ/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1UamDruQI/AAAAAAAAAsM/peHEVkHsijQ/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493639936331200770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1UAA9mEPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/aVyHvPsbm_I/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1UAA9mEPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/aVyHvPsbm_I/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493639479696953586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1TnlukbgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oxRKAN12vFo/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1TnlukbgI/AAAAAAAAAr8/oxRKAN12vFo/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493639060069314050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8399352490419601285?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8399352490419601285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/twelve-weeks-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8399352490419601285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8399352490419601285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/twelve-weeks-old.html' title='Twelve Weeks Old'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TD1Wmq4tU3I/AAAAAAAAAsU/rikETsRHVDY/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6115693555607355671</id><published>2010-07-12T11:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:24:48.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-863480d88584f602" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863480d88584f602%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036360%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FC5CE0524ACAB306709702E7F06830881B7A4EB.7C411E84F3D69C7768B047489160F8F55AB5A917%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863480d88584f602%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjvrDoYx9WMUpW_I07CGMrHCokME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D863480d88584f602%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036360%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FC5CE0524ACAB306709702E7F06830881B7A4EB.7C411E84F3D69C7768B047489160F8F55AB5A917%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D863480d88584f602%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjvrDoYx9WMUpW_I07CGMrHCokME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally figured out how to take video with our camera. It's ridiculously easy. I've done a few, we just did this one for fun. She can spell a few other things, but was feeling silly with the camera on her. When she watched this she said, "I'm so funny!" Listen to Libby "talking" in the background:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6115693555607355671?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6115693555607355671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6115693555607355671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6115693555607355671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5541314029295010300</id><published>2010-07-06T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:21:21.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to tell you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Elizabeth Sue is 11 weeks old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My camera has been confiscated for V.B.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she has a cold in her eye anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Will sprained his ankle today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had to go the E.R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After V.B.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I made him wait in the car at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart for 20 minutes so I could go in and buy half our month's budget worth of diapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they are expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Will thought he was fine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but his boss said he couldn't come to work with crutches without papers saying he needed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I came home and put the kids to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he drove himself to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With his left foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to find some way to put a positive spin on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least it's not broken? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5541314029295010300?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5541314029295010300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5541314029295010300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5541314029295010300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-wanted-to-tell-you.html' title='I just wanted to tell you...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1980209332737004978</id><published>2010-07-05T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:36:37.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; Two nights in a row now Libby has gone nine hours between feedings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;she slept about seven of that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;both nights she ate just after 9:00...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;stayed awake until 11:00ish and then didn't eat again until 6:00...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;should I be concerned? I am nursing her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;She did have two very exhausting days those two days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I try to feed her "on demand" for the most part, but I don't want her to starve herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;She has also been "cluster feeding" in the evenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I think six or seven hours is fine...but nine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Normally I'd be heading off to the nursing clinic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;but I don't have time this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Give me some advice please! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1980209332737004978?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1980209332737004978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1980209332737004978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1980209332737004978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8496592450831286810</id><published>2010-07-03T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:41:49.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dose of Saturday Random:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Ben talks SO much these days - and, he's really trying to pronounce words correctly. It's so cute to see him think about it. He's started doing simple sentences too. In the car the other day: "Bibby, doan ty!" (Libby, don't cry!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Charlie is Ms. Bossy...but mostly in an endearing way. For instance: She plays pretend with Ben and takes him "places" and has him put his shoes on, sit here, pick that up, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Libby has grown up so much! It's hard to believe she's not even 11 weeks yet. She looks so big to me. She talks and coos and smiles a lot. She also cries like she's dying for the slightest reason. I think it's adorable...I guess you can tell I'm her mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~VBS starts Monday. I'm not ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8496592450831286810?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8496592450831286810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/dose-of-saturday-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8496592450831286810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8496592450831286810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/dose-of-saturday-random.html' title='A Dose of Saturday Random:'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-654021317506788579</id><published>2010-07-02T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:56:11.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name that Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TC7NYQQwQCI/AAAAAAAAArs/rZydaFz8OqU/s1600/Iowa+Trip+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TC7NYQQwQCI/AAAAAAAAArs/rZydaFz8OqU/s320/Iowa+Trip+237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489550812377006114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The view out the front door where we stay in Iowa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But then I come down here and...this fits, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have so much going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blog isn't the only thing suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-654021317506788579?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/654021317506788579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/name-that-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/654021317506788579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/654021317506788579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/07/name-that-movie.html' title='Name that Movie'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TC7NYQQwQCI/AAAAAAAAArs/rZydaFz8OqU/s72-c/Iowa+Trip+237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1474856649222928156</id><published>2010-06-24T22:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:26:01.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays are for Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TCQvg3Y7JxI/AAAAAAAAArk/iVFx2rmGjdM/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TCQvg3Y7JxI/AAAAAAAAArk/iVFx2rmGjdM/s320/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486562487714916114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TCQvgaDH6_I/AAAAAAAAArc/8lZRgqkI1ck/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TCQvgaDH6_I/AAAAAAAAArc/8lZRgqkI1ck/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486562479838850034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Is it bad that I sometimes make Libby wait a few minutes to eat because the sight/sound of her sucking her fist is so adorable?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1474856649222928156?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1474856649222928156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1474856649222928156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1474856649222928156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties_24.html' title='Thursdays are for Cuties'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TCQvg3Y7JxI/AAAAAAAAArk/iVFx2rmGjdM/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6168867699172541722</id><published>2010-06-23T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:41:55.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of a VBS directors job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Or anyone who has a job...or a house...or anyone.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...is to make a few phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About &lt;b&gt;stuff&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I did that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already know my voice is borderline annoying/sounds like a 12-year-old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to sound somewhat intelligent/educated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And say "um" less than 1,000 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which leads to long pauses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I think makes me sound...unprepared? uninformed? lame? like I'm trying to read something else? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope when I enter the professional world I have a job that requires &lt;b&gt;no &lt;/b&gt;phone talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Will gets irritated talking to me on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I irritate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Every time I hang up after a conversation Charlie says, "Who was it? What did they say?" I don't know where she gets that...:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6168867699172541722?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6168867699172541722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6168867699172541722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6168867699172541722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello. Goodbye.'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1272698505720870457</id><published>2010-06-22T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:14:29.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If wishes were dishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...then we'd all have a feast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_oSZqQYwI/AAAAAAAAArU/XQhf_GyNoXo/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_oSZqQYwI/AAAAAAAAArU/XQhf_GyNoXo/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485358273983963906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Libby at two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to applique 12 onsies for Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One for each month...and then take her picture in them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for fun, for cuteness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's two months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since she's was born I've probably read...20 books? That's a conservative estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to delegate my "free-time" better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although, nursing really only lends itself to reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 2.6 hours nursing a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I read all that time, but you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I read this on someone else's blog and I had to laugh, this is exactly me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;"I always wanted to be a bread making, green living, coupon using, organic eating, skirt wearing, quiet tempered, well organized, person. Instead I am a donut buying, plastic cup using, online shopping, pizza eating, sweat pants wearing, loud mess!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1272698505720870457?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1272698505720870457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-wishes-were-dishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1272698505720870457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1272698505720870457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-wishes-were-dishes.html' title='If wishes were dishes...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_oSZqQYwI/AAAAAAAAArU/XQhf_GyNoXo/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6033028283854507239</id><published>2010-06-21T15:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:22:16.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: This is Looong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohmyword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been quite the day already...and it's not even 4:00. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing bad...just busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth had her two month check-up today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to take all four kids - and they all behaved &lt;i&gt;beautifully&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is 24inches long which is the 96th percentile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She weighs 10.8 lbs (not to be confused with 10lbs 8oz...that is different) which is the 48th percentile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's gained almost two pounds in a month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is about an ounce a day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is perfect. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still has thrush (I am too frustrated to even blog about this). I'll be going to pick up her &lt;b&gt;third&lt;/b&gt; prescription later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dr. kept going on and on about how beautiful she is and how social and how alert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She may say that to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so nice when people say good things about your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when they have M.D. after their name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a pretty good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just wanted to throw that out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, sometimes they are late to get her...either scheduled late or just running late...sometimes she irritates me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...but for the most part she is a VERY good girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's &lt;b&gt;very &lt;/b&gt;smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;cute, and she gets bathed regularly (a must for me!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was sick last week and so I only watched her a couple hours one morning (she was supposed to come back that afternoon but got sick!) and then one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still got paid for three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to give back the money for the day I had off, but her mom wouldn't take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then they had plans and her grandparents were supposed to watch her on Saturday...but they canceled...so I said I could keep her...it was seriously like four hours and two of it she was sleeping...and they paid me for another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(I realize this is becoming all about $, but that is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I work and I am so grateful!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They gave me a raise after I had Libby. Just because. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every Monday (or the first day I watch her) her mom brings me my pay for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;had to say a word about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I say, "Thank you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Will's gone this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;He's supposed to get back Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The kids and I are leaving Friday at noon for Iowa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My nephew turns one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Will might get back early and then we'll get to see him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...otherwise it will be nearly two weeks apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyway, we both made a goal to lose 10lbs. while we're apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is so not happening on my end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I quit the 30-Day Shred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm okay with being exhausted/sore muscles...but it was killing my knees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I even made Will watch me to make sure I was doing the exercises right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't be getting old, can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've been walking almost everyday though...since I quit...not since Will left...that was like two days ago:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made pasta with pesto sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It came in box...on clearance at Target...for 1.97...it fed us all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids &lt;b&gt;loved &lt;/b&gt;it, both had 2nds, Ben had 3rds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_cGSRaYuI/AAAAAAAAArE/0vMN6CrQc4w/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_bf5eaFLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ItJoYvO4qRs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485344212211340466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_bfD0i-OI/AAAAAAAAAqk/9yN0h7-iB6Q/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_bfD0i-OI/AAAAAAAAAqk/9yN0h7-iB6Q/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485344197808683234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_betzpoQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/s6MTEkeFLDg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_betzpoQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/s6MTEkeFLDg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485344191899345154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_beCMqYVI/AAAAAAAAAqU/GJBwV_1r0yM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_beCMqYVI/AAAAAAAAAqU/GJBwV_1r0yM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485344180193091922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VBS starts two weeks from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nearly all planned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...just going to be a lot of work putting those plans into action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited to see it all come together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you this was long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6033028283854507239?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6033028283854507239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/warning-this-is-looong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6033028283854507239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6033028283854507239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/warning-this-is-looong.html' title='Warning: This is Looong'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TB_cGSRaYuI/AAAAAAAAArE/0vMN6CrQc4w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4512515144761765946</id><published>2010-06-19T10:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:21:55.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Silly Reasons I'm Glad I'm Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I wasn't married...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I would have to hire someone to do yardwork...or hire someone to watch my kids while I did it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Date nights would be lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. When I'm in the middle of cooking something and am missing an ingredient...who would go to the store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I would have to get a "real job"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I would never be in any pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I wouldn't have anyone's clothes to borrow/steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I would decrease my texting by...50%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I would have to be "The Bug Killer/Relocater" - I &lt;b&gt;hate &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hate &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;spiders (I had to kill one this morning...mere hours after Will left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will's out of town for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yikes:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4512515144761765946?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4512515144761765946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-silly-reasons-im-glad-im-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4512515144761765946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4512515144761765946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-silly-reasons-im-glad-im-married.html' title='8 Silly Reasons I&apos;m Glad I&apos;m Married'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7128199775980337035</id><published>2010-06-17T22:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:40:03.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays are for Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBr4R1KiZfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/qGaA8A_VXOQ/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBr4R1KiZfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/qGaA8A_VXOQ/s320/079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483968481489741298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what Libby's hair looks like after it's been in a pony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can totally pull off a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7128199775980337035?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7128199775980337035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7128199775980337035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7128199775980337035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties_17.html' title='Thursdays are for Cuties'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBr4R1KiZfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/qGaA8A_VXOQ/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8871293065913494997</id><published>2010-06-16T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:27:24.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some pictures I played around with on &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Picnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do it for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not delusional enough to think I have any skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrZ8NJmwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fGyNeA5nP0Y/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrZ8NJmwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fGyNeA5nP0Y/s320/kids1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391377214118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrSCdEgQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HKXBD7M4Nok/s1600/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrSCdEgQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HKXBD7M4Nok/s320/kids2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391241452552450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrRlpRh7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/leSwDZHp7hM/s1600/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrRlpRh7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/leSwDZHp7hM/s320/kids3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391233719109554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrRCLMLmI/AAAAAAAAAps/5wjJWsozxSY/s1600/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrRCLMLmI/AAAAAAAAAps/5wjJWsozxSY/s320/kids4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391224197688930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrQhZOI2I/AAAAAAAAApk/Suzvcq7hbt8/s1600/kids5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrQhZOI2I/AAAAAAAAApk/Suzvcq7hbt8/s320/kids5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391215398167394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrPxurUaI/AAAAAAAAApc/nQtcozfj_AU/s1600/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrPxurUaI/AAAAAAAAApc/nQtcozfj_AU/s320/kids6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483391202603258274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling decidedly more negative than positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really want to spread the negativity around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had yesterday off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read a book, let the kids play outside, took them to the park, cooked dinner and cleaned the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not: do laundry, work on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;, get my house cleaned, sew gifts for my cousins babies or a whole bunch of other things I wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many good ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no follow through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8871293065913494997?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8871293065913494997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/messing-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8871293065913494997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8871293065913494997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/messing-around.html' title='Messing Around'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBjrZ8NJmwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fGyNeA5nP0Y/s72-c/kids1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7746255358922866771</id><published>2010-06-14T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:50:50.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Monday,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's real or my mind messing with me: but you are a hard day to get through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially when Charlie was up in the night throwing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Ben didn't want to sleep in...even a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And someone crashed my van and we might have to pay for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our freezer is wonky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our kitchen light won't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm the only one in the house who knows how to do dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or empty ones that have milk in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What did I ever do to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7746255358922866771?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7746255358922866771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7746255358922866771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7746255358922866771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-monday.html' title='Dear Monday,'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2141516598286570490</id><published>2010-06-12T22:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:12:59.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBRjVS4iIBI/AAAAAAAAApU/a5qiR7dF7Rk/s1600/Feb2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBRjVS4iIBI/AAAAAAAAApU/a5qiR7dF7Rk/s320/Feb2010+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482115863914094610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will and I love, love, love to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope our kids do, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Will's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the ripe old age of...twenty-four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gasp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know he was six months younger than me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's his birthday, I wanted to take the opportunity to brag about him a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I think he's fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all...he married me. :) He puts up with all my "junk." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He moved me and our baby girl out here after living in the same town his entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He joined the USAF. He went through boot camp. He went through tech school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was away from us for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;five months&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All to give us a better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks pretty good in uniform, too. I'm not going to lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He listens to all of my crazy ideas. He supports &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost a year ago...he bought us this house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;huge &lt;/b&gt;accomplishment for any just-turned-23-year-old. Especially with a wife and two kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now we have three kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he's great with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's sweet and funny...sometimes crazy silly. He can almost always make me laugh. He's good at math and spelling. He always compliments my cooking. He likes to drive and listen to music. He takes out the trash and vacuums. He rides his bike to work. He always volunteers to change a dirty diaper when he's home. He deals with my compulsive texting. He even replies when he can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He encourages all my endeavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most importantly, he shares my faith.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my best friend and my biggest fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2141516598286570490?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2141516598286570490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/husband-bragging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2141516598286570490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2141516598286570490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/husband-bragging.html' title='Husband Bragging'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBRjVS4iIBI/AAAAAAAAApU/a5qiR7dF7Rk/s72-c/Feb2010+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1567003821460752492</id><published>2010-06-11T11:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:47:13.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen those Pampers commercials?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claiming to "sag less" than Huggies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I did buy the diapers. I had a coupon. They were on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0SZNjv2I/AAAAAAAAApM/mPMTixlFkhI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0SZNjv2I/AAAAAAAAApM/mPMTixlFkhI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481571555817537378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is after his morning diaper change. Maybe an hour or so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just prefer Huggies. They seem better all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0Qw-xGWI/AAAAAAAAApE/6dt5KqRCs1c/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0Qw-xGWI/AAAAAAAAApE/6dt5KqRCs1c/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481571527838210402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to bribe him with mini M&amp;amp;M's to get him to let me take these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0QMlNxuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e5SGpRB3KTA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0QMlNxuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e5SGpRB3KTA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481571518067361506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah, all my clothes are in the wash..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1567003821460752492?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1567003821460752492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-in-advertising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1567003821460752492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1567003821460752492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth-in-advertising.html' title='Truth in Advertising'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBJ0SZNjv2I/AAAAAAAAApM/mPMTixlFkhI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2866931316516085109</id><published>2010-06-10T22:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:03:14.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Tuesday Charlotte and I went on a date to the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both &lt;/b&gt;the babies stayed home with Will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We saw &lt;i&gt;Marmaduke&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBG8hsTXGqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/toDlf0JiB6k/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBG8hsTXGqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/toDlf0JiB6k/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481369508500675234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was very excited. Almost too excited to eat dinner. She kept saying, "But I thought we were taking Libby?" Which...made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBG8hHuk9pI/AAAAAAAAAos/8sVv7olK_Bw/s1600/Photo0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBG8hHuk9pI/AAAAAAAAAos/8sVv7olK_Bw/s320/Photo0441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481369498682717842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken with my phone. I'm (past)due for a new phone. I should look for one with a better camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were two of four people in the theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat in a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loveseat&lt;/span&gt;" type seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our popcorn between us some of the time, cuddling and holding hands the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a wonderful date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what it is with me about leaving my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel like they can't possible survive without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember how old Charlie was when I first left her somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably around a month. I remember why: we were going to see a play with my in-laws. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben...was about six weeks. I let my mom take him home from Light in the Night while I finished up. Gosh, I took him &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt;. Granted: 90% of the time I had Charlie with me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've already left Libby with Will three times. She's seven weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twice I left her to take Ben to the Dr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now this time to take Charlie to the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hasn't died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, I'm pretty sure she slept through the first two times and fussed just a little while we were at the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is it possible that this makes me feel like a bad mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know. For sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The point is. When I had Ben I didn't need to leave him because Charlie was 2.5 and still getting plenty of one-on-one time. Just like Ben is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just felt/feel like it's so important for me to take some specific time to just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;be &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with Charlotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not holding a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not worrying about what Ben's getting into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I'm expressing this accurately, but it really just seems so imperative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know? Before she grows up and I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was reading tonight about some people who don't tell people they know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (in real life) about their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sharing. And I actually wish more people (like extended family) would check in here once and awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I totally get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A place to just vent and be and vent (did I already say that?) without worrying about what people would think or say would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm already pretty bold around these here parts though, which if you're reading this I guess you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2866931316516085109?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2866931316516085109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2866931316516085109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2866931316516085109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TBG8hsTXGqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/toDlf0JiB6k/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7800611503025539618</id><published>2010-06-08T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:16:09.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft &amp; Thrift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little girl I watch turned two over Memorial Day weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had her birthday party Sunday and we were invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q84wN5CI/AAAAAAAAAok/4KbohkNHJqM/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q84wN5CI/AAAAAAAAAok/4KbohkNHJqM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480617909746000930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I appliqued a little tank top for her with Curious George fabric. He is her favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q8H9-33I/AAAAAAAAAoc/3HJXmltzcco/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q8H9-33I/AAAAAAAAAoc/3HJXmltzcco/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480617896650399602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also made her this little dress. It turned out so sweet. I hope her mom puts it on her so I can see her wear it. I want to make one for my girls. Maybe for myself, too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q7h1VPHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/einetr1Xf9M/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q7h1VPHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/einetr1Xf9M/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480617886413569138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back has this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buttonloop&lt;/span&gt;. It was the first time I'd done it, I was pretty proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q6yeELZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LvAlADV8JA8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q6yeELZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/LvAlADV8JA8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480617873699515794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some blankets and burp cloths I made for the baby shower...I'm not sure how well it went over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q6OmYMdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ypwS258y0ZA/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q6OmYMdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ypwS258y0ZA/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480617864070705618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet stuff. I got the pan FREE at a garage sale Saturday. It actually fits in my tiny oven. I'm collecting the white dishes with green flowers (to match my kitchen). I got the idea from my mom who has enough dishes for ANYTHING...but she has my grandma Mary to look at thrift stores/garage sales for her...so my collection is growing much slower. I was really excited to find a gravy boat though:) I'm also forming an eclectic green glass collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby is seven weeks old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The laundry situation around here is out of control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will's game was down today. It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7800611503025539618?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7800611503025539618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/craft-thrift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7800611503025539618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7800611503025539618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/craft-thrift.html' title='Craft &amp; Thrift'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TA8Q84wN5CI/AAAAAAAAAok/4KbohkNHJqM/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2174981197155246863</id><published>2010-06-07T22:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:52:45.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A girl was having a crazy busy Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She stayed up super late the day before and got up ridiculously early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She almost made it to church on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She went out to lunch at Qdoba with her mom and kids. Her mom paid. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She "ran" into ARC (thrift store) to look for dishes/picture frames (more on that to come!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She went home. Prepared for a birthday party/baby shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She went to birthday party. Sweated like crazy. Felt a little odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She dropped her husband and son back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She went to a baby shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She left the baby shower. Called her husband. Asked what he wanted for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She decided to pick up Long John Silver's. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;never goes there. It's out of the way of her house, pretty expensive as far as fast food goes and, let's face it, kind of like a heart-attack-in-a-box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She pulled over in the parking lot to quiet her crying baby. Baby wouldn't be quieted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She decided to drive home (maybe 10 minutes?) and deal with the baby there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She stopped at a stoplight on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SOMEONE DROVE STRAIGHT INTO HER VAN. Not on the side. Not a little bit. DEAD ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She wasn't even looking...which is okay...remember, she was stopped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She checked that her older daughter was okay...she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She got out and took the baby out of her car seat - baby is crying, crying, crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The man next to her at the stoplight pulls his car to the side of the road and calls 911.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She can't find her phone anywhere (it went flying...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Finally finds it. Calls her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He stops what he's doing. Puts on shoes (no socks! ew! but sweet:)). Puts their son into a backpack carrier. Hops on his bike. Rides down to the accident. Marriage is so many things - but having someone drop everything and come running (riding...kind of like a knight:)) is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She gives her baby to her husband and the baby stops crying...finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The end. (Not really...but I'm done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are nice people left in the world. A lot of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A woman drove up right after the accident and saw me holding a screaming Libby and trying to deal with the police, an EMT and a firefighter, find my insurance, talk to Charlie, and breathe. She pulled her car over. Came over and took Libby. I know you all are thinking - is Stacia insane? I'm not. I know she was a Christian. I could feel her praying for me when she put her hand on my arm. She wrapped Libby in her blanket and spent the next five minutes talking to her, singing to her, loving on her. Libby screamed the whole time. I took Libby back and she hugged me before she left. So, so, so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Another woman...who lived at the house we wrecked in front of...came home just after the accident and was asking if we needed drinks. She's like, "I have cokes, water..." I thought that was so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The man who called 911. He stayed for the whole thing. He wrote all of his information down and gave it to me. He picked up Will's bike after Will got there and threw it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I said...I don't really know what happened. The girl driving just misjudged I guess. She had a learner's permit. She's 21. She was NOT drunk or anything like that. They were very apologetic. She kept saying, "Baby, okay? Baby, okay?" because Libby was crying. They have insurance. Someone is coming to look at the van Wednesday. It held up remarkably well. I really couldn't believe it...the car the other people were in was really smashed up and had to be towed. It really was just an accident. And everyone is okay. And the police officer didn't write us a ticket for not having the current proof of insurance card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P.S. This is my 100th post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2174981197155246863?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2174981197155246863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2174981197155246863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2174981197155246863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2149639270135492203</id><published>2010-06-04T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:34:03.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTa3g9c8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/lzJVZbYH3Nc/s1600/Cbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTa3g9c8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/lzJVZbYH3Nc/s320/Cbubbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142880205173698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTaTTuDOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UMdTd6Si0tY/s1600/Bbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTaTTuDOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UMdTd6Si0tY/s320/Bbubbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142870485961954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTZ6ok4YI/AAAAAAAAAns/7hsVuCfUIEI/s1600/headsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTZ6ok4YI/AAAAAAAAAns/7hsVuCfUIEI/s320/headsup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142863862555010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTZktc5MI/AAAAAAAAAnk/wLKKfkEdksg/s1600/holdinghands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTZktc5MI/AAAAAAAAAnk/wLKKfkEdksg/s320/holdinghands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479142857977423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2149639270135492203?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2149639270135492203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2149639270135492203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2149639270135492203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAnTa3g9c8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/lzJVZbYH3Nc/s72-c/Cbubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-558792278827701441</id><published>2010-06-03T22:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:27:14.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays are for Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warning: A whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buncha&lt;/span&gt; pictures follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ9Nk2qkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VpdVSVKXkew/s1600/belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ9Nk2qkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VpdVSVKXkew/s400/belly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780631405472322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ8lTlI5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/aful2PxAG3s/s1600/pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ8lTlI5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/aful2PxAG3s/s400/pose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780620595602322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ8aFYe9I/AAAAAAAAAms/p6h2hSO8zt4/s1600/piggyback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ8aFYe9I/AAAAAAAAAms/p6h2hSO8zt4/s400/piggyback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780617583262674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ77hr5fI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RFGjvF41RRI/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ77hr5fI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RFGjvF41RRI/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780609380476402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJeAoru9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/OcVck8qr_tE/s1600/blankets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJeAoru9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/OcVck8qr_tE/s400/blankets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780095355927506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJdeX3waI/AAAAAAAAAmU/FJJ_K68oRlA/s1600/planter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJdeX3waI/AAAAAAAAAmU/FJJ_K68oRlA/s400/planter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780086158606754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJciI1oSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Z-IGBdx46oA/s1600/Libby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJciI1oSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Z-IGBdx46oA/s400/Libby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780069989425442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJcX81ZcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/R89H4SpR7B4/s1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJcX81ZcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/R89H4SpR7B4/s400/wow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780067254724034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJbyT2eRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/m4BiDTn8CWk/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJbyT2eRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/m4BiDTn8CWk/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478780057150716178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've decided that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~I know &lt;i&gt;next to nothing&lt;/i&gt; about photography/photo editing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~I know even &lt;b&gt;less &lt;/b&gt;about the "blog world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~I jumped into all this with both feet and am going to keep going...I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;it...even just for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~It would be awesome if blogging could be my job...I don't know how people get so many followers...I guess I need to write a book or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Working out is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. Even more so when combined with housework, cooking meals, running errands, picking up 30 lb. toddlers, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~I will &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;give up my love affair with Mt. Dew. I just can't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Libby sucking her thumb today is one of the sweetest things I've ever seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~This week is going by too fast...I want to capture life with a 6, an 88 and a 215 week old and remember it forever...yes, I really did the math...yes, I'm a dork...even more so for using the word "dork"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~I wish I really had handwriting like the font on the pictures; wouldn't that be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-558792278827701441?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/558792278827701441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/558792278827701441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/558792278827701441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/thursdays-are-for-cuties.html' title='Thursdays are for Cuties'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAiJ9Nk2qkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/VpdVSVKXkew/s72-c/belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-9013243079471781618</id><published>2010-06-02T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:02:38.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I finally finished Elizabeth's dress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started knitting it when she was &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; over a week old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the type of thing that I would have finished in a couple &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; before she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it will probably only fit her for a few more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a big wake up call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most days I'm just getting done what absolutely has to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt; for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other things in my life feel a little overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try not to think about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then weird things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a dream about vacation Bible school last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't call it a nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a very stressful dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know? When you wake up and your jaw is all tight and you have a million thoughts running through your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just need to get through one day at a time I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of days...and reality...I just finished day two of the &lt;em&gt;30 Day Shred&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew. It's quite the workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard it gets "better" around day five or six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to hoping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-9013243079471781618?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/9013243079471781618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9013243079471781618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9013243079471781618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4508794142439328665</id><published>2010-06-01T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:01:48.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, this year is flying by so quickly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So just a quick recap of the weekend...my grandparents arrived Saturday morning (before I had time to fold/put away laundry mountain!). They were able to park their huge, amazing motor home across the street at the middle school. We just hung out at home until Will got off work. They brought each of the kids bags full of new clothes! They are so generous. I showed them around the house (not laundry mountain). We ate some lunch. I talked to my grandma about some patterns I bought. After Will came home we headed off to Ft. Collins and the girls + Ben went to a quilt shop and the boys - Ben went to a shooting range. It was only the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd time I'd ever been in a "real" quilt shop, so I really enjoyed it....the kids behaved so-so. After we reunited we went to dinner and then came home and went to bed! Sunday morning my grandpa came over to look at some things around the house with Will. We had brunch. Will and my grandpa fixed &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;three &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;major problems around the house; our leaking faucet, our leaking shower (basement), and our leaking windows. It is &lt;b&gt;so &lt;/b&gt;nice to have those things done! He also showed Will how to hang things on these plaster walls. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; It was so great to see them, we were really sad they had to go home so soon. And now Will wants a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tzu&lt;/span&gt; like Bandit.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (This is really detailed...more for my information later...sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAUkcfvnciI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BxoFtjWmXOY/s1600/Pink+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAUkcfvnciI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BxoFtjWmXOY/s320/Pink+Hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824593742230050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Libby's gifts (the hat) from a friend of my grandparents. She works in a really fancy kids' clothing store (like Clothes Pony here) and has given all three of my children beautiful gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAUkcCTdwlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tKJzNRn6SHk/s1600/HeadsUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAUkcCTdwlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tKJzNRn6SHk/s320/HeadsUp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477824585839526482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, my name is Elizabeth. I am six weeks old today. I enjoy hanging out in my swing, laying on my belly, holding my head up for extended periods of time, and long walks on the beach. I have been consistently sleeping six hours at night for almost a week, though my mom wishes it was 12 to 6 instead of 10 to 4. I am pretty easy-going, but I have been tending to have a fussy time in the evening. I have started cooing and talking and smiling. My siblings adore me and I'm really starting to notice when they are around me. My mom really needs to get her act together and get my picture taken with them before I get any bigger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June is going to be a busy month for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have lots going on and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; is literally right around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also have some pretty hefty resolutions this month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Lose baby weight. I'm not going into numbers, because I know skinny people read this. Will says sustainable weight loss is 2-3 lbs. a week...so that is my goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Have at least one 'date' with Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Have at least one date with Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Six days of the week I want to have at least one activity planned just for the kids. It might be something as simple as taking them to the park a few blocks from here or getting the play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; out, but I want less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and more other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*One day of the week I want to do something just for me...take a bath (alone!), get a pedicure, work in my craft room uninterrupted....something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Try at least one "Yes" day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4508794142439328665?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4508794142439328665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4508794142439328665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4508794142439328665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TAUkcfvnciI/AAAAAAAAAlM/BxoFtjWmXOY/s72-c/Pink+Hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5233796958866661523</id><published>2010-05-31T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:27:36.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Holiday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandparents came for a visit this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was wonderful to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHXrqEGYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qZpclYXmeEM/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHXrqEGYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qZpclYXmeEM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651887715260802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben modeling one of his new outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHXIg-l_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/yIDzj7Cs8gU/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHXIg-l_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/yIDzj7Cs8gU/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651878281910258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby in one of her new outfits. Charlie just modeling;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHW3xuE5I/AAAAAAAAAks/J2IglGQtsP8/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHW3xuE5I/AAAAAAAAAks/J2IglGQtsP8/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651873788728210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bandit...he was very protective of Libby and very patient with the older two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHWDm01RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0ZTKbDMX9NU/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHWDm01RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0ZTKbDMX9NU/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651859784389906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A group picture. This is the first time in a long time I've said, "Let's take your picture!" and Ben has cooperated. It was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHVnNi4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lL4W2npwjJY/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHVnNi4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkc/lL4W2npwjJY/s320/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477651852162163090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning Ben woke up before Charlie and somehow got her door open. He crawled up in bed with her and was "reading" while she slept. He loves his sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to tell you about our weekend...but it's time for Libby to eat...so I'll save that for tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5233796958866661523?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5233796958866661523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/holiday-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5233796958866661523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5233796958866661523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/holiday-weekend.html' title='A Holiday Weekend'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/TASHXrqEGYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qZpclYXmeEM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5121347828482122666</id><published>2010-05-27T23:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:30:48.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'll go eat worms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something my grandma says when someone is whining or feeling sorry for themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5121347828482122666?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5121347828482122666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5121347828482122666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5121347828482122666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8341526051084310983</id><published>2010-05-26T23:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:40:51.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MLB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents bought us some tickets to go see the Rockies tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got rained on for a few minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but we had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D46Q7P5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/u8YHsOyqpx4/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D46Q7P5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/u8YHsOyqpx4/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475818473176907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby's outfit. The skirt is borrowed from a friend - it's so cute I can't even stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D4bSIpjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/30ILzsvPZdI/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D4bSIpjI/AAAAAAAAAkM/30ILzsvPZdI/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475818464860481074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad gave him a drink...and he got so many sunflower seed floaties in it that he got to keep it. Thankfully it was almost gone:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D35XOa_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/umzqQjohqhg/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D35XOa_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/umzqQjohqhg/s320/064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475818455755025394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D3VJ9vNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jh5wZ0AmXPo/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D3VJ9vNI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jh5wZ0AmXPo/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475818446035729618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always a lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D26zf_5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/IgMazLTL9Q0/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D26zf_5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/IgMazLTL9Q0/s320/051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475818438962184082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4Cifdi6eI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rDkAQc9DpvA/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4Cifdi6eI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rDkAQc9DpvA/s320/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816988513331682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twenty years and still in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4ChxWp2bI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5Y84UspTz-s/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4ChxWp2bI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5Y84UspTz-s/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816976136395186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will taking a picture of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4ChZsPDrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xz_luZWdWgE/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4ChZsPDrI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xz_luZWdWgE/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816969784463026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4Cg6-9qvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/g76KTcCiAXs/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4Cg6-9qvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/g76KTcCiAXs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816961541516018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4CgQZ2UnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a-K4nNAoLdU/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4CgQZ2UnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a-K4nNAoLdU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475816950111556210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milkshake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8341526051084310983?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8341526051084310983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/mlb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8341526051084310983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8341526051084310983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/mlb.html' title='MLB'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_4D46Q7P5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/u8YHsOyqpx4/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6066606007167256564</id><published>2010-05-25T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:28:55.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_ywm52IUtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0W1NsgDxTzc/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_ywm52IUtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0W1NsgDxTzc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475445429385056978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a Biggest Loser finale party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a cake with the final four contestant colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is all melted and demolished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finales are so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6066606007167256564?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6066606007167256564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/yum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6066606007167256564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6066606007167256564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/yum.html' title='Yum...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_ywm52IUtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0W1NsgDxTzc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8532125274681781654</id><published>2010-05-24T22:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:10:33.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;As you all know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Will went back to work last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So after a couple days of 'staying in,'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we were more than ready for an outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Saturday morning we headed to Colorado Mills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was (exhausting) a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's definitely my new favorite place to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We were there &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;afternoon and only made it in like six stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tZtZUpKaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vyRfzm7OQ-4/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tZtZUpKaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vyRfzm7OQ-4/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475068408425425314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we left Libby got her first ponytail. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXUN7DIfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4VSsN5XQUps/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXUN7DIfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4VSsN5XQUps/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475065776845300210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby hanging out in the wrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXTRWdNsI/AAAAAAAAAis/0dmvO9dESKc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXTRWdNsI/AAAAAAAAAis/0dmvO9dESKc/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475065760585692866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding the carousel in the food court. They have an area for kids, with little tables and chairs. My kids loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXS4x43HI/AAAAAAAAAik/450EBbxYDh8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXS4x43HI/AAAAAAAAAik/450EBbxYDh8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475065753989864562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben did &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;love the carousel. It also made my mom sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXSM-niUI/AAAAAAAAAic/0xnrlMp70n0/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXSM-niUI/AAAAAAAAAic/0xnrlMp70n0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475065742232095042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home. Charlie fell asleep eating dinner. Ben's laughing in the background. (And riding in Bella's pink carseat. We haven't put his back in from when we had company.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXR7mh-pI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kzNagxkeUWE/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tXR7mh-pI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kzNagxkeUWE/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475065737567664786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I love my husband, I bought him and his co-workers some cinnamon rolls at the mall and dropped them off on our way home. Doesn't he look so handsome? And a little intimidating with that big gun? Charlie had to use the restroom so he took her and Ben into his work somewhere to go...I wanted to say, "Be careful!" so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I (and all three kids, obviously) totally overslept Sunday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8532125274681781654?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8532125274681781654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-upon-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8532125274681781654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8532125274681781654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-upon-saturday.html' title='Once Upon a Saturday'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_tZtZUpKaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/vyRfzm7OQ-4/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8434370583687993004</id><published>2010-05-21T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:32:12.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc-V2KStI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Vop8ahuv5hQ/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc-V2KStI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Vop8ahuv5hQ/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946098178083538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After sending Charlie in the kitchen to look for Ben, she came back saying*, "It looks like our baby boy is lost." So I came to check on him and found this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc9-1bYnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3gBC30iWB2Q/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc9-1bYnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3gBC30iWB2Q/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946092000993906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's the big deal, Mom?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc9fCpfHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/i4n9T9kSMps/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc9fCpfHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/i4n9T9kSMps/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473946083466509426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm just getting some gum."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She actually said that. I couldn't make stuff like that up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Side note&lt;/span&gt;: Aren't Ben's 'big boy' basketball shorts too cute?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8434370583687993004?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8434370583687993004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8434370583687993004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8434370583687993004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-me.html' title='Who me?'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_dc-V2KStI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Vop8ahuv5hQ/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1527874115024744486</id><published>2010-05-20T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:38:12.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libby Sue is one month old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had a check-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was 8lbs. 15.4oz. - 42%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22in. - 83%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was an absolute doll while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very bright-eyed, cooing, making faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she had to get a shot, which was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She fits in perfectly with our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's only a month old, and I remember life before her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but at the same time it seems like she's always been a part of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt exactly the same way after Charlotte and Benjamin were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it's the anticipation leading up to their births.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's more of a complete sense of...&lt;i&gt;rightness&lt;/i&gt;...this is what I've always thought my life would be. Even though we have drama (or maybe because we do?) I couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1527874115024744486?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1527874115024744486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1527874115024744486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1527874115024744486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5786466694292288905</id><published>2010-05-19T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:26:49.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama-rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Wednesday night church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bible study I go to now is one of the highlights of my weeks, every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved Caravans when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; Bible quizzing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I got 3 kids + me ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will stayed home: tonight he had just walked in the door from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually he works during actual church time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(how should I have phrased that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there really isn't anyone his age/a class for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that church is &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; about social interaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met my mom for dinner at Culver's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We meet her pretty much every Wednesday at different places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Austin's birthday and he was able to take a break and eat with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben wouldn't eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy (a manager) made two mistakes with our frozen custard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get a free scoop if you get a kids meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Speaking of: I just saw today that kids eat free at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quiznos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took Ben to the nursery and Charlie to her class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was time for Libby to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She and I couldn't figure it out under the cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went off to the nursing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class was half over when we returned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterwards I went to get Charlie from class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She threw a fit. My four year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have long counted my blessings that she didn't behave like other children we see out and about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has turned into that child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sassy. Demanding. Dirty looks. Talking back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's worse than it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it to the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie's crying. Ben's crying. Libby's screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a long drive, almost 25 miles. More talking back. More dirty looks. More crying. (Libby sleeping.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, what was the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt/feel like a failure as a mother. A person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to go. I want to instill good habits in our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight just felt like such a waste of &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Money. Time. Gas. Miles. Energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might as well have just stayed home and done laundry. Or something. Anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure I shouldn't have blogged about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the grand scheme of things, these 'issues' are tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to go have a chocolate muffin and some milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5786466694292288905?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5786466694292288905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/drama-rama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5786466694292288905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5786466694292288905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/drama-rama.html' title='Drama-rama'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1132516973454331885</id><published>2010-05-19T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:40:03.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>playing at the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgGLYngcI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ax3U_O25Il0/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472471787715920322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgGLYngcI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ax3U_O25Il0/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgFhbHuKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F2MzF5119Sc/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472471776452130978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgFhbHuKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/F2MzF5119Sc/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgFEEephI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZLq4nT6rNDk/s1600/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472471768572536338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgFEEephI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ZLq4nT6rNDk/s320/080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgEm_J2OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EJ_Xj5PsoFk/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472471760765573346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgEm_J2OI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EJ_Xj5PsoFk/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgD_PGqEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aGNfhxuYnE4/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472471750095054914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgD_PGqEI/AAAAAAAAAhM/aGNfhxuYnE4/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1132516973454331885?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1132516973454331885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-at-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1132516973454331885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1132516973454331885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-at-park.html' title='playing at the park'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IgGLYngcI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ax3U_O25Il0/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6948623508140483607</id><published>2010-05-18T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:14:56.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_NzgcpqH_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Gl0iW9zpTkU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472844973469212658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_NzgcpqH_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Gl0iW9zpTkU/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6948623508140483607?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6948623508140483607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6948623508140483607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6948623508140483607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-weeks.html' title='Four Weeks'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_NzgcpqH_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Gl0iW9zpTkU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7852749904871866797</id><published>2010-05-17T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:58:49.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZzFNPwOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2dJGaDqdU0/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472464862570332386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZzFNPwOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2dJGaDqdU0/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZye3zJfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X8XTIfrFtXc/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472464852279830002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZye3zJfI/AAAAAAAAAg8/X8XTIfrFtXc/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZx7cuz5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-9bRubSHOS8/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472464842771058578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZx7cuz5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/-9bRubSHOS8/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the last full day of having company...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...we were &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; going to go to a Rockies game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but it was cold and rainy. &lt;strong&gt;Again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went bowling instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was very late at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; bowling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we ever go again, he needs his own lane...he thought every turn should be his turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he knocked pins down he said, "Uh oh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie enjoyed it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a little self-conscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once when it was her turn she said, "But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I just lose!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie was the high scorer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg and Dorothy made it back to VA safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to normal routines around the house and around the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will goes back to work Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Gasp!) It had to happen sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7852749904871866797?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7852749904871866797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-viii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7852749904871866797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7852749904871866797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-viii.html' title='Company - VIII'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IZzFNPwOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2dJGaDqdU0/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4811268421135407283</id><published>2010-05-17T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:32:43.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IXhifYVrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rRlo-N1QQYA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472462362170119858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IXhifYVrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rRlo-N1QQYA/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched Bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Chick-fil-a for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We let the kids play for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around the outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will and I cooked dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we took fun pictures of Libby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4811268421135407283?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4811268421135407283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-vii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4811268421135407283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4811268421135407283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-vii.html' title='Company - VII'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S_IXhifYVrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/rRlo-N1QQYA/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6354159277494460884</id><published>2010-05-13T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:58:06.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGlDLYx8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/cODeMQFG4PQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470965987158837186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGlDLYx8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/cODeMQFG4PQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just liked this one. Those are my legs to the side, if you're worried about Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGktnhc0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/SIzlY1EaStY/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470965981371265858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGktnhc0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/SIzlY1EaStY/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGkEv_j8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/EFU2QygYg7c/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470965970400939970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGkEv_j8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/EFU2QygYg7c/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben just wanted to wear the jacket, he didn't know what to think of the whole experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't do a thing all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We watched &lt;em&gt;Avatar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6354159277494460884?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6354159277494460884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6354159277494460884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6354159277494460884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-vi.html' title='Company - VI'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zGlDLYx8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/cODeMQFG4PQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5349363763691679594</id><published>2010-05-13T21:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:02:24.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Libby was &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; weeks old Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't take any pictures of her Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are from tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD545EK7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/H30rBarwzV0/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470963046640004018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD545EK7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/H30rBarwzV0/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packing on the pounds:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD5aaKDdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kPrdr5oTX4w/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470963038457302482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD5aaKDdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/kPrdr5oTX4w/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is to show you her hair is lighter. Can you tell? I think she'll go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD417qCmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QtxGlLcqObw/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470963028665698914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD417qCmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QtxGlLcqObw/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's why: this is my baby picture (the blemish is on the &lt;em&gt;ancient &lt;/em&gt;photo, not my face).&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look alike?&lt;br /&gt;And I went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like white &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And it's been getting darker ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby facts:&lt;br /&gt;She's been holding up her head and moving it around...quite a bit...probably for like a week.&lt;br /&gt;She's been getting quite vocal...in happy and sad ways.&lt;br /&gt;She is going through her three week old growth-spurt right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I think she has thrush.&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling the Dr. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;(Ben has hives? or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as company goes - we didn't do anything Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to breakfast and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to a Rockies game.&lt;br /&gt;But it was &lt;strong&gt;frigid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5349363763691679594?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5349363763691679594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5349363763691679594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5349363763691679594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-v.html' title='Company - V'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-zD545EK7I/AAAAAAAAAgM/H30rBarwzV0/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4488480310382539555</id><published>2010-05-11T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:07:49.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlotte got a Chuck E. Cheese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gift card&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was watching Bella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we wanted to do something to get the kids home in time for naps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think because it was a Monday early afternoon it was very empty - which made it a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3QrtWGtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5zfv1YRW-0U/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104719656884946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3QrtWGtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5zfv1YRW-0U/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all Elizabeth did the entire time. She's sweet like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3QE7LVyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JXVPPXjoj7M/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104709245916962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3QE7LVyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JXVPPXjoj7M/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chasing Ben around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3PWrWBmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iyMrYzjBuJo/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104696831477346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3PWrWBmI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iyMrYzjBuJo/s320/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved all the "car" type things. We will definitely be going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3PDRvcjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5c3wExVg3dM/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104691623817778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3PDRvcjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/5c3wExVg3dM/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful girl. She's so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3OeLMRkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PzACN8qNdcA/s1600/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470104681664235074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3OeLMRkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PzACN8qNdcA/s320/122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He shoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m2EKYoQVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gLjDDqv70jE/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470103405041566034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m2EKYoQVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gLjDDqv70jE/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We let him cheat (he wasn't strong enough to roll it up) and he still put every ball into the "no points" area. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m2CjbywXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/catGqt9-_9E/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470103377405985138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m2CjbywXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/catGqt9-_9E/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They loved it. Charlotte got a bracelet, a ring and a &lt;em&gt;spider&lt;/em&gt; for her prizes. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4488480310382539555?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4488480310382539555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-iv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4488480310382539555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4488480310382539555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-iv.html' title='Company - IV'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-m3QrtWGtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/5zfv1YRW-0U/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6017348367065484209</id><published>2010-05-11T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:51:03.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got up and got ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greg took us out to Perkins for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was ridiculously packed and we had to sit at two different tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to feed Libby while we were there and lots of weird people came in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Sam's to pick up her birth announcements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we came home and I addressed them all. Still haven't mailed them. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a relaxing afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went out to dinner at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BWW&lt;/span&gt; with my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie took her parents out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all played games afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mz0kxHYnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aOTyC_T1HbQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470100938222428786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mz0kxHYnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aOTyC_T1HbQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There aren't any pictures of me, so here's my mom and Libby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mz0CLTW1I/AAAAAAAAAes/finpv0Vnm64/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470100928937024338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mz0CLTW1I/AAAAAAAAAes/finpv0Vnm64/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing on the back of the couch - he's not really supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mzzh4uNxI/AAAAAAAAAek/VESfy_TLrg0/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470100920269158162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mzzh4uNxI/AAAAAAAAAek/VESfy_TLrg0/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Take a picture of me too, Mom." - Okay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6017348367065484209?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6017348367065484209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6017348367065484209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6017348367065484209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-iii.html' title='Company - III'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-mz0kxHYnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/aOTyC_T1HbQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7805642325568725528</id><published>2010-05-08T23:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:53:53.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKPpHaLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/3AI9428CAb0/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469140430083468866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKPpHaLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/3AI9428CAb0/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Melanie's Graduation. Ben was not feeling well. Seems to be doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKOu9qs6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/WfYm30ucOz8/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469140414473352098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKOu9qs6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/WfYm30ucOz8/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girl in front of me was reading. So was her mom. &lt;em&gt;They brought books&lt;/em&gt;. Isn't that odd?  And they were very grumpy about sitting by kids (us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKOM5NY-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wfejp-MAZGg/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469140405327848418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKOM5NY-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/Wfejp-MAZGg/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKNStmU-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/nGQmt-th7t4/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469140389709894626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKNStmU-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/nGQmt-th7t4/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't stay for the whole thing...so we took pictures with her at the house. It has to be said. I'm sorry if you don't want to hear it. This is my blog though. I look like a blimp. I don't get it either. My pants are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy. They were tight, don't get me wrong. The shirt is a medium. I really hate making an effort as far as appearance goes and this being the result. I also hate that it matters &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKMzztr4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/WT8PvJD4_ls/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469140381414043522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKMzztr4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/WT8PvJD4_ls/s320/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good day. Everyone except the kids got sunburned. Ben and Libby were covered up, I'm not sure how Charlie avoided it. I certainly didn't think of sunscreen. We came home and grilled out and sat around and talked. The kids were really well-behaved. We all (me and the kids) took a really late nap. I think Libby might be going through her first growth spurt. She's been a little fussy and the only thing that seems to comfort her is nursing. Speaking of that: I took her to the clinic Friday and she's back to birth weight. It seems like it's taken &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; - Ben was back to birth weight before I ever took him to the clinic. He was born hungry though. Libby would rather sleep than eat - I had the same problem with Charlie. This is a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rambley&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think that's a word. Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7805642325568725528?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7805642325568725528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7805642325568725528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7805642325568725528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-ii.html' title='Company - II'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZKPpHaLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/3AI9428CAb0/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7056684137121503933</id><published>2010-05-08T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:21:07.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Company - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEKy7HFxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/X9P11AS3xrE/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133749747128082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEKy7HFxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/X9P11AS3xrE/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the morning before we got ready. Ben crying in the background. Libby making an "O" with her lips. She does it all the time. I wish I could get a better picture. It's adorable. You know you love my 4-H shirt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEKHFwd4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/v0n68oeNG8U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133737980622722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEKHFwd4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/v0n68oeNG8U/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie is fake sleeping...but she did lay with Libby and kind of "babysit" while Will and I did some last-minute chores. It was sweet. All day long she says, "Mom, I washed my hands, can I hold Libby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEJiTY35I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UI8sI1o7ytI/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133728105684882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEJiTY35I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UI8sI1o7ytI/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Libby with Grandma Dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEJFv3UUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CbLjYaIQwfk/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133720440492354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEJFv3UUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CbLjYaIQwfk/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Grandpa Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEIqD-0JI/AAAAAAAAAck/FDFu9Y8cCcg/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469133713008677010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEIqD-0JI/AAAAAAAAAck/FDFu9Y8cCcg/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both the older kids were sleeping when they got here - actually took super long naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They got over their initial shyness in about five minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie loves having them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is always putting on a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad they get to visit and spend time with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(As I'm typing this Libby is lying next to me on the bed. She's kicked off a sock and keeps rubbing her bare foot on the edge of the laptop. She's asleep. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7056684137121503933?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7056684137121503933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7056684137121503933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7056684137121503933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-i.html' title='Company - I'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-ZEKy7HFxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/X9P11AS3xrE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3832127227680331202</id><published>2010-05-06T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:18:02.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making an effort...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-OTn22OTpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/z-9ItHvDnio/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468376685505040018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-OTn22OTpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/z-9ItHvDnio/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How does this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a huge bed, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least its all washed and folded...and now put away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't mated socks since before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-OTnZNU5pI/AAAAAAAAAcU/noz-VLLovx8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468376677548877458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-OTnZNU5pI/AAAAAAAAAcU/noz-VLLovx8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All socks. All the time. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Company comes tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope we're ready:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3832127227680331202?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3832127227680331202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-effort.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3832127227680331202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3832127227680331202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-effort.html' title='Making an effort...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-OTn22OTpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/z-9ItHvDnio/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-871575433427899384</id><published>2010-05-05T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:51:51.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-JKpAwNdoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lMTZPTmyC3Q/s1600/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468014966018504322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-JKpAwNdoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lMTZPTmyC3Q/s320/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-JKo8Cdm8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ECKS6E14mKk/s1600/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468014964752882626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-JKo8Cdm8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ECKS6E14mKk/s320/170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-871575433427899384?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/871575433427899384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/871575433427899384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/871575433427899384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-JKpAwNdoI/AAAAAAAAAcM/lMTZPTmyC3Q/s72-c/168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4675550305582361388</id><published>2010-05-04T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:45:26.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-EDBBgU34I/AAAAAAAAAb8/dJ_lrXIspkM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467654738723266434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-EDBBgU34I/AAAAAAAAAb8/dJ_lrXIspkM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cord fell off, so she's had a couple "real baths." She looks so serious in all these bath pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-EDAihBg3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Co8ogBAr1_8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467654730404692850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-EDAihBg3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Co8ogBAr1_8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet sleeping baby:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's been two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;We (I) haven't done a thing to get ready for company.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of crying at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest Loser tonight...&lt;br /&gt;not my favorite makeovers...&lt;br /&gt;and walking on a treadmill with your hands seems like torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4675550305582361388?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4675550305582361388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4675550305582361388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4675550305582361388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S-EDBBgU34I/AAAAAAAAAb8/dJ_lrXIspkM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3397031741568988491</id><published>2010-05-03T11:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:23:36.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot tell you how blessed and happy I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful I had Libby when I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have company coming on Friday and I really wanted the time to recover and get into a routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has easily been the best recovery I've had after having a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having Will home has been great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that being said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a busy week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to get our house cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to get a few more things done off the "To Do" lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start babysitting again on Thursday (having time off has been so wonderful! too bad I can't get paid not to work...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have approximately 18 things to knit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and 26 things to sew. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you have a lot to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...do you ever find yourself doing things that you don't need to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like wiping down the washer and dryer and organizing your laundry soaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You probably don't...I'm just weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S98CxIH69oI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YENv4VQC8es/s1600/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467091515668625026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S98CxIH69oI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YENv4VQC8es/s320/189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My laundry helper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll help carry clothes downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He takes clothes out of the dryer and hands them to me to fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He puts wet clothes from the washer to the dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he puts dirty clothes in the washer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His favorite thing is to put the soap/softener in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no resolutions for May...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...just take it easy and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; my babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3397031741568988491?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3397031741568988491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3397031741568988491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3397031741568988491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/05/may.html' title='May'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S98CxIH69oI/AAAAAAAAAbs/YENv4VQC8es/s72-c/189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6690949691747745547</id><published>2010-04-27T21:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:28:35.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Libby is one week old today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like it went by really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9eyA6AHVPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WhTnSTqc-rg/s1600/april2010+528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465032401476867314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9eyA6AHVPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WhTnSTqc-rg/s320/april2010+528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is waving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9eyAUu4ieI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o-aLQjHvW0c/s1600/april2010+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465032391472482786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9eyAUu4ieI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o-aLQjHvW0c/s320/april2010+580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Oh...I am so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9ex_ws6IhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/o9mhxchKHSQ/s1600/april2010+564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465032381800522258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9ex_ws6IhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/o9mhxchKHSQ/s320/april2010+564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they awesome?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;We could have our own reality show.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really goes with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spaid&lt;/span&gt;" though.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm kidding...kind of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notes about week one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is an excellent &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burper&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her hair is awesome...but definitely looks dirty if not washed everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her ears are a little bit pointed at the top. It's beyond cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The nurse at the nursing clinic advised me to undress her before I feed her to help keep her awake. I have been, and it's really nice cuddle time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of the hardest things to deal with is not being able to pick up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We both hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves his baby sister and if anything is too enthusiastic about showing it. He loves to kiss her and hold her. We have to keep a close eye on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He seems to have gone from listening somewhat to not listening at all. I don't know if it's for attention or not, but I could go for less shouting around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is HUGE. I can't believe how much he's changed in my eyes since I've had Libby. Where did my baby boy go?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have definitely had a short temper with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I can even see it in myself, but I'm struggling to find a balance. It's hard to not expect too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has watched entirely way too much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She also loves Libby and loves to hold her. She starts off great...but somehow Libby's feet always end up higher than her head. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am doing pretty well. Recovering fabulously. The dishes are done...the laundry is not. I take naps some days. I haven't sewn or knitted (?) anything since she's been born. I have taken a ridiculous amount of pictures and need to figure out some sort of system. I am really just &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; this phase in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6690949691747745547?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6690949691747745547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6690949691747745547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6690949691747745547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-week.html' title='One Week!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9eyA6AHVPI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WhTnSTqc-rg/s72-c/april2010+528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3284641771270443983</id><published>2010-04-26T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:13:59.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...our basement leaked &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankfully&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...only in the storage room (where we did &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; put carpet.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was just one window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will had to clean it all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It leaked on some boxes of clothes...which was frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who needs more laundry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well...it could have been so much worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hopefully we'll figure this window out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I first started packing away Charlotte's baby clothes I decided I would always put them all in tubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I did...for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...boxes are free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going back to my all-tub ways though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray for hard plastic that snaps together and is water-proof! (And spider-proof! right!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another tub in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Libby and I went on our first adventure alone...to the nursing clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's doing great :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3284641771270443983?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3284641771270443983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/tubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3284641771270443983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3284641771270443983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/tubs.html' title='Tubs...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7837437347616069901</id><published>2010-04-24T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:20:13.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprise Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday morning my mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me: "My mom is on her way here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just hopped in the car and decided to make a one day (basically) trip out here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came straight here and had dinner with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rotisserie&lt;/span&gt; chicken. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Village Inn for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were going to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; for the $.25 blizzards...but it was packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAi-MBppI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rtAkJdtOe9s/s1600/gma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463922479972066962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAi-MBppI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rtAkJdtOe9s/s320/gma2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with newest great-granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAifSTGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/pmVqao3KYbA/s1600/gma4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463922471676877586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAifSTGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/pmVqao3KYbA/s320/gma4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to take this picture. Ben and Libby were not having it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAiH1YOAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4SPd4kvVoyo/s1600/gma3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463922465381562370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAiH1YOAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/4SPd4kvVoyo/s320/gma3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She sat with Charlie and told her like 3 or 4 stories, and then read to her. Charlie was in heaven. Side note: Grandma is the only person who calls her "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharlie&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAhWkyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/1LWyFZJQ_IA/s1600/gma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463922452158621650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAhWkyJ9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/1LWyFZJQ_IA/s320/gma1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obligatory&lt;/span&gt; four generation picture. They look pretty good for being a grandma and a great-grandma don't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few fun facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to see &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt; today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked it. I missed some because I was in the restroom feeding Libby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libby's been out quite a bit for being four days old...my mom's...the Dr.'s office...Village Inn...a birthday party...and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Metrolux&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe how great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libby has (just today) really taken to nursing. I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; thankful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7837437347616069901?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7837437347616069901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7837437347616069901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7837437347616069901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise-visit.html' title='A Surprise Visit'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9PAi-MBppI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rtAkJdtOe9s/s72-c/gma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-118005001466193655</id><published>2010-04-23T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:21:50.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Burrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-Nf_phTI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZYxMNQXquKE/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463568068345693490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-Nf_phTI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZYxMNQXquKE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-M9hfBTI/AAAAAAAAAak/8QqZc6psusQ/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463568059092370738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-M9hfBTI/AAAAAAAAAak/8QqZc6psusQ/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-McWpNhI/AAAAAAAAAac/D0isGBCgWbg/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463568050188531218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-McWpNhI/AAAAAAAAAac/D0isGBCgWbg/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things are going well at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are days I want to be blogging about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but we haven't been doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, it feels like doing 'nothing' is a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlotte is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth is wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even with some frustrations, life is wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-118005001466193655?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/118005001466193655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-burrito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/118005001466193655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/118005001466193655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-burrito.html' title='Baby Burrito'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S9J-Nf_phTI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZYxMNQXquKE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2937032143816405629</id><published>2010-04-21T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:17:45.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were five...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8_NQg9xdvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4RS_OI-BJqE/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462810556634330866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8_NQg9xdvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4RS_OI-BJqE/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth Sue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 20th, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:25 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 lbs. 13.5 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.5 in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2937032143816405629?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2937032143816405629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-there-were-five.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2937032143816405629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2937032143816405629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-then-there-were-five.html' title='And then there were five...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8_NQg9xdvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4RS_OI-BJqE/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-9200718330851003686</id><published>2010-04-16T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:53:29.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ1QCWbYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zuM7s6_comw/s1600/DSC_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460836464861801858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ1QCWbYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zuM7s6_comw/s320/DSC_0839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ0x7XuKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pFVgNSGcaxs/s1600/april2010+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460836456779462818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ0x7XuKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/pFVgNSGcaxs/s320/april2010+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (15 min. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt; dress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ0LvualI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hDNNniJKfSY/s1600/april2010+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460836446530071122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ0LvualI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/hDNNniJKfSY/s320/april2010+147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pardon the red eyes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We surprised her (miraculously) and got her a trampoline for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was jumping on it before breakfast this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJz8GQd6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/cn677h4-XZk/s1600/april2010+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460836442329610146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJz8GQd6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/cn677h4-XZk/s320/april2010+199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJzeFmc9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/58xj8Ymjrc0/s1600/april2010+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460836434273792978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJzeFmc9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/58xj8Ymjrc0/s320/april2010+210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlie ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I've said it a million times, but I really can't believe you are four. It seems like we were just waiting for you to arrive...and now it's been four years. You are a beautiful, smart, funny girl who is full of energy, opinions, and optimism. I love listening to the things you come up with and your sweet spirit. You are an amazing big sister; you are so gentle and generous with Ben and it warms my heart. I can't wait to experience life with you as a four year old. I love you more than words can say. xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-9200718330851003686?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/9200718330851003686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/charlotte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9200718330851003686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9200718330851003686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/charlotte.html' title='Charlotte'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8jJ1QCWbYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zuM7s6_comw/s72-c/DSC_0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3624978573407492692</id><published>2010-04-15T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:49:14.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8fd2mK1TkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fRlLw0BEIDI/s1600/Charlie%27s+Bday+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460577003238673986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8fd2mK1TkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fRlLw0BEIDI/s320/Charlie%27s+Bday+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a lot to say...but for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Charlotte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3624978573407492692?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3624978573407492692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3624978573407492692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3624978573407492692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8fd2mK1TkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fRlLw0BEIDI/s72-c/Charlie%27s+Bday+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-3617343188825823113</id><published>2010-04-14T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:50:38.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint, birthdays and general craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8aYCigzHdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IGtset_xGh0/s1600/april2010+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460218767624838610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8aYCigzHdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IGtset_xGh0/s320/april2010+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon the mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly don't know what came over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got the purple furniture...remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we still had a "red" wall. (I'm not sure it was red, Will says it couldn't be any other color.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looked awful together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a gallon of charcoal paint on clearance at Wal-mart for $4.82.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought another gallon...it's supposed to be a light gray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has a blue-ish tinge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully once everything gets put back in place it won't look that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom came over last night and we did one coat on everything (two on the red wall).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think people say that anymore, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then today...all day it seemed...I put on a second coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now it's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie's party is tomorrow and we don't have a wall that clashes violently with our furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hooray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post better pictures someday (next year) when it's decorated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of birthday parties. I didn't want to have one for Ben when he turned one. It seemed like so much work and I was still throwing up multiple times a day. I went ahead and planned one because...I knew I would feel like a horrible mom if I didn't. I didn't feel like having one for Charlotte this year. "The new baby" literally could be born at any time. I even asked her if it was okay if we just had cake/presents with our family. She said no. I don't know if it's just being pregnant...or if I'll always feel this way. Maybe it will be easier when they are older. I don't know. Charlie is ecstatic. Her birthday party has been all she's talked about for days. She doesn't even know what we're getting her...she's just excited to have friends over and plan the menu and plan what she's going to wear and what they are going to play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Dr. appointment today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you shocked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie wanted to go with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to wait forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which was really frustrating, because they had already had me reschedule to a more convenient time for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, everything is going great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would definitely say things are progressing much more than they did with the other two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to walk again on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had a few days off...due to painting/not wanting to go into labor on/near Charlie's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-3617343188825823113?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/3617343188825823113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/paint-birthdays-and-general-craziness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3617343188825823113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/3617343188825823113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/paint-birthdays-and-general-craziness.html' title='Paint, birthdays and general craziness'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8aYCigzHdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IGtset_xGh0/s72-c/april2010+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2552067271991800062</id><published>2010-04-12T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:36:22.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8PmgsIMdHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dm1ZobKb3wM/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459460622578906226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8PmgsIMdHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dm1ZobKb3wM/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think it can all get done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2552067271991800062?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2552067271991800062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2552067271991800062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2552067271991800062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-do.html' title='To Do:'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8PmgsIMdHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dm1ZobKb3wM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8512260672076667737</id><published>2010-04-11T23:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:09:54.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Received</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8K2On0HreI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TSKDUAqElYA/s1600/april2010+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459126060648476130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8K2On0HreI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TSKDUAqElYA/s320/april2010+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made "the new baby" some receiving blankets. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8K2ODKa9EI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7FDrMllzw2w/s1600/april2010+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459126050809902146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8K2ODKa9EI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7FDrMllzw2w/s320/april2010+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twelve to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a better photographer...or I felt like loading twelve separate pictures...you can't really appreciate them from these...but oh well...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;They require pretty much no skill at all.&lt;br /&gt;I think ironing the hems and sewing them took almost the same amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;I did figure out how to make corners.&lt;br /&gt;The first two I did I just made square corners (cutting out no fabric).&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to break my machine.&lt;br /&gt;So then I figured out how to make them diagonal...cutting out a few layers.&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Even after I figured it out...probably 1/3 of them have one corner messed up.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is not all there.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;These were cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper than you can buy them, I think.&lt;br /&gt;They are all one yard.&lt;br /&gt;Some were $1...none were as much as $2.50.&lt;br /&gt;And I think the prints are so much better than the ones at the store.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can't wait&lt;/span&gt; to wrap her up in them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*You might be wondering if I'm always going to post pictures of everything I make. Probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish everyone else would too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love looking at stuff people have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8512260672076667737?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8512260672076667737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-received.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8512260672076667737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8512260672076667737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-received.html' title='Well Received'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S8K2On0HreI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TSKDUAqElYA/s72-c/april2010+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6584078113846077027</id><published>2010-04-09T13:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:05:03.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all honesty, I try not to complain too much about being pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it doesn't seem like it here, but it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will gets the most for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then my mom and a few friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been blessed with three uneventful, uncomplicated pregnancies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; the one who wanted another baby, after all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I'm done this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you my sleep schedule last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:30-1:30 = asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1:30-4:30 = awake and going insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:30-6:00 = asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:00 = Ben wakes up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:30-8:00 = the most asleep you can be while being nearly 38 weeks and cuddling an 18 month old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That being said, I'd like to go into labor on a Friday. So today would be nice. Next Friday...okay. I can't really think past that. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At my last check-up the Dr. estimated that she's approximately 7lbs. 4oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlotte and Benjamin were both 7lbs. 15oz. at birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it would be cool if she was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Using that logic...she should be about done, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On happier notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben adds words to his vocabulary everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to get some video of him saying a few, they are so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His most recent favorites; "yash" (yes), "shishsie" (sissy - for Charlie), "Lella" (Bella) and "squirrel," which remarkably sounds like squirrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is becoming &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; attached to the pacifier. My fault 110%. I had a chance to take it away and I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can jump with both feet off the ground. I'm not sure at what age they're "supposed" to, but it's pretty neat to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie is quite the entertainer these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's been complaining that my lap is too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's very excited for her sister to be here. "I just &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; babies," she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An exchange in the Wal-mart parking lot today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C: Mom! Do you see that person in that silver van, I mean, car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C: They just! They just rolled down their window and threw something out, &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;!, threw out a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smoker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clearly we're doing something right, she doesn't like smoking or littering...and I thought it was hilarious she called it a "smoker." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6584078113846077027?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6584078113846077027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6584078113846077027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6584078113846077027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-friday.html' title='Dear Friday...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8943883111401020978</id><published>2010-04-08T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:52:17.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S75ri65ydiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m6nIo-477Ts/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457918046090982946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S75ri65ydiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m6nIo-477Ts/s320/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8943883111401020978?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8943883111401020978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8943883111401020978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8943883111401020978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S75ri65ydiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m6nIo-477Ts/s72-c/113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1576050584321678073</id><published>2010-04-07T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:00:08.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food &amp; Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7z9z5tCo0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/F7QstDWbdY0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457515916571091778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7z9z5tCo0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/F7QstDWbdY0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what you're supposed to do with the eggs you dye for Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe just eat them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I made some egg salad. I chopped up the eggs in my food processor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;idea&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe everyone already did it that way, but it was my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7z9zUhEt3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kOtTy-995WE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457515906588784498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7z9zUhEt3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kOtTy-995WE/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't describe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who eat healthy are probably cringing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had another appointment today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is going great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin watched the kids for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Normally, Will would have been home...but he's in Pueblo for two days...shooting "big guns." Whatever that means. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran around to the different Targets checking out their Easter clearance for Charlie's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got some things for the goodie bags...so I can check that off my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may or may not have let Ben eat half a bag of Life Savers Gummies while shopping...just so he would be quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may or may not have had six Snickers mini's...just because they tasted so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little squares, not the rectangles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I couldn't eat six rectangle ones. Or six full size ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just try not to do stuff like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1576050584321678073?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1576050584321678073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1576050584321678073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1576050584321678073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-thoughts.html' title='Food &amp; Thoughts'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7z9z5tCo0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/F7QstDWbdY0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5771333697420690838</id><published>2010-04-05T14:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:14:21.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to look like Taylor Swift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step 1: Take a shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDlghBp3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kpZj4LUtUYE/s1600/april2010+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456748210175453042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDlghBp3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kpZj4LUtUYE/s320/april2010+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 2: Have your mom french braid your hair. Two braids work, we opted for four this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDlEdaWNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Rt24J1sMji0/s1600/april2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456748202644101330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDlEdaWNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Rt24J1sMji0/s320/april2010+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 3: (optional) Take creepy pictures that kind of look like rat tails...&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Wake up &amp;amp; take braids out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDkpXjLjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3cizMj8CjdE/s1600/april2010+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456748195371757106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDkpXjLjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/3cizMj8CjdE/s320/april2010+101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 6: Be gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know this is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; how Taylor Swift does her hair...&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's hair won't really hold curl from heat though, so braids and foam rollers are pretty much our options. I know there are other ways to go from wet to curly...I just don't know them. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5771333697420690838?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5771333697420690838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-want-to-look-like-taylor-swift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5771333697420690838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5771333697420690838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-want-to-look-like-taylor-swift.html' title='If you want to look like Taylor Swift...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7pDlghBp3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kpZj4LUtUYE/s72-c/april2010+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6177067728719761739</id><published>2010-04-04T21:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:54:54.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crown him with many crowns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the Lamb upon his throne, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all music but its own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awake, my soul, and sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of him who died for thee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hail him as thy matchless King &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through all eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6177067728719761739?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6177067728719761739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6177067728719761739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6177067728719761739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-9112113081699883057</id><published>2010-04-03T15:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:32:41.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Easter Marketplace this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will joined us, even though he got home at 6:00 this morning. Charlie asked him to come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exyjR6WgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zfOv-5guZNQ/s1600/Easter+Marketplace+2010+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456024955604589058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exyjR6WgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zfOv-5guZNQ/s320/Easter+Marketplace+2010+(27).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because who doesn't need a matching hat to go with their sweater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exx7FciKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7oxPF50hO8k/s1600/Easter+Marketplace+2010+(28).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456024944814885026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exx7FciKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7oxPF50hO8k/s320/Easter+Marketplace+2010+(28).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this picture. It's &lt;em&gt;exactly her&lt;/em&gt;, with the bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exxDE72SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/u6nh-z0Z6T8/s1600/Ben.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456024929780357410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exxDE72SI/AAAAAAAAAX4/u6nh-z0Z6T8/s320/Ben.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Ben was tired or thought it was too crowded, he didn't really get into anything. He just traded back and forth being held by mom and dad and watched his sister do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My April resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Finish the February/March ones I haven't finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Get the kids' rooms done (we've been doing a lot of 'home improving' everywhere) and get Ben to give up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; (I've reached the point where I don't really care if he has it, I just don't want him to put the baby's in his mouth...and he will...))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have a baby. Uneventfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically...they will let you go to 41 weeks if you don't want to be induced...which is May 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;...but I just can't fathom that...so I'm planning on having her this month. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-9112113081699883057?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/9112113081699883057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9112113081699883057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9112113081699883057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7exyjR6WgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/zfOv-5guZNQ/s72-c/Easter+Marketplace+2010+(27).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-9090799040403958746</id><published>2010-03-31T21:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:12:42.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ7Mh86mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jo81DariUrE/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013553419119202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ7Mh86mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jo81DariUrE/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's up with my camera? Our furniture wasn't like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ6ruJ9lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/H5F6Uaqrb3Q/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013544611935826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ6ruJ9lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/H5F6Uaqrb3Q/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, this has been our floor (somewhat covered by rugs). It was nasty.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ6NXRBnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e2P6nQBecqM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013536462866034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ6NXRBnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/e2P6nQBecqM/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;! We picked a Berber (?) for the durability, &lt;strong&gt;price&lt;/strong&gt; and built-in stain protection. I think it's funny that carpet that wears out faster...costs more. You also can't see footprints...which I like...but you can't see vacuum lines either...and those are like my favorite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ528c-aI/AAAAAAAAAXY/khYYeSBmHas/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013530444822946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ528c-aI/AAAAAAAAAXY/khYYeSBmHas/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's called "Wildflowers." Weird name for a carpet, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recap for those who don't remember: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We closed on the house/moved in the last day of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we had been here two weeks....the basement flooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The carpet was literally a year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully (!) we have fixed the leaking problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Dr. again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like that's all I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm 36 weeks 3 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie is really excited for Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked her if she knew why we celebrate Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she didn't, so I was trying to prompt her and asked, "What did Jesus do for us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "I don't know, brought us eggs and stuff?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we talked about the real reason...I think she would be able to tell you why now...but I'm not sure that she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; gets it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben has started saying "No! No!" with his finger pointing at you and his brow furrowed. It's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;so naughty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-9090799040403958746?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/9090799040403958746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/magic-carpet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9090799040403958746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/9090799040403958746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/magic-carpet.html' title='Magic Carpet'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7QZ7Mh86mI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jo81DariUrE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1123749320334226105</id><published>2010-03-30T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:56:34.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you let your son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNbiA6wzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pN06dC1dAIQ/s1600/calculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454577602825732914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNbiA6wzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pN06dC1dAIQ/s400/calculator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...eat buttons off a calculator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNbKBmQuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eqyD0RobHvo/s1600/calculator+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454577596386132706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNbKBmQuI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eqyD0RobHvo/s400/calculator+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben does. He chews them like gum. Then comes and spits them out on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNa_5xLsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XrmO6g33tQs/s1600/benbarbie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454577593668939458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNa_5xLsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XrmO6g33tQs/s400/benbarbie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...sit in something that was clearly never intended to be sat in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNaTiFS5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/5a1gBX3K-Z4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454577581758434194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNaTiFS5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/5a1gBX3K-Z4/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...go in the bathroom unattended...climb on the sink...get &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; the sink...turn the water on...get mad that he was getting soaking wet...and take a picture instead of get him out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just proof of how fast a toddler can get into mischief. It took him less than two minutes to get into this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note: I think Ben can sense (maybe smell?) when I Windex anything. &lt;em&gt;Every single&lt;/em&gt; time I clean the bathroom that is the day I find him on the counter kissing himself or licking the mirror or just...putting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt; all over. It's uncanny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1123749320334226105?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1123749320334226105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/would-you-let-your-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1123749320334226105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1123749320334226105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/would-you-let-your-son.html' title='Would you let your son...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7KNbiA6wzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pN06dC1dAIQ/s72-c/calculator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4975185027954824078</id><published>2010-03-29T19:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:43:56.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon! and feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVTp0X7KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xfv2GfSscDg/s1600/march2010+455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454234419853782178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVTp0X7KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xfv2GfSscDg/s320/march2010+455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this diaper in the mail Saturday. Isn't it tiny? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVS_pLvUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Zk9xQ6ZmHFo/s1600/march2010+459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454234408532557122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVS_pLvUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Zk9xQ6ZmHFo/s320/march2010+459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got some shirts for the kids. Maybe not "cool enough" for some people, but I think they are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVSdQINzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/crlw_etn2RI/s1600/march2010+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454234399300663090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVSdQINzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/crlw_etn2RI/s320/march2010+456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome hubby. :) We got some new (to us) living room furniture. It's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; style-wise, but shape and size-wise (and price-wise!) it was a good choice. I want to recover all the print material...but I don't see that happening before the baby's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVR6LmzEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BsLd_6vb9SU/s1600/march2010+460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454234389886454850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVR6LmzEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BsLd_6vb9SU/s320/march2010+460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie and I got pedicures today. That is one of my most favorite things to do. They have a special at this place that if you go on Sundays it's only $20 bucks. I told Will...if I went every other week that would be like $10 bucks a week...totally worth it in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVRVmXKVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aNgnjTeN56Q/s1600/march2010+461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454234380066564434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVRVmXKVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aNgnjTeN56Q/s320/march2010+461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Ben's foot...just because it's cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4975185027954824078?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4975185027954824078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-soon-and-feet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4975185027954824078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4975185027954824078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-soon-and-feet.html' title='Coming Soon! and feet'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S7FVTp0X7KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/xfv2GfSscDg/s72-c/march2010+455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-897922420123502815</id><published>2010-03-27T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:45:46.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom came over and helped me finish one of my March resolutions today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was something like, "Get craft room done."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't be more thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VH0k7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UJ5JSadjkI/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453460160397425922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VH0k7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UJ5JSadjkI/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a little closet just outside. It's housing most of my new (to me!) stamps. Seriously...have a project? Come over and use this stuff. It's awesome. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VHu_4ryI/AAAAAAAAAV4/I_PwoptB-7w/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453460158899859234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VHu_4ryI/AAAAAAAAAV4/I_PwoptB-7w/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture you can see the tiling Will and Chris did...:)&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: don't buy any yarn/fabric until you do something with all of this!&lt;br /&gt;That's a joke. I actually need (want) some yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VHHgvl1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/jaojLU0nP4I/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453460148300257106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VHHgvl1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/jaojLU0nP4I/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The computer side. We put the fabric up on the walls today. Well, my mom did. I just held it if she needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VGvZ7FsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZXJ85WaK3QY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453460141829199554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VGvZ7FsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZXJ85WaK3QY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sewing area/craft table/bulletin board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That bulletin board was left here by the previous owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got that lamp/desk chair/bookshelf &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when my mom's office moved locations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to see it in person, it looks so much better than these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was awesome and very non-judgemental. The only comment she had about my amount of stuff was, "Maybe you shouldn't go down the office aisle for awhile."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-897922420123502815?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/897922420123502815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/897922420123502815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/897922420123502815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I love my mom'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S66VH0k7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/7UJ5JSadjkI/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5258222782877003281</id><published>2010-03-26T17:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:56:34.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first article of clothing that's not a hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took forever...although I willingly admit that it's mostly due to procrastination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did most of the first two/last two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am mostly pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sides of the front opening curl &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure why the person who wrote the pattern would allow that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe they like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61HisXSK5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R-UVFfK1LUg/s1600/sweater1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453093385165482898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61HisXSK5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R-UVFfK1LUg/s320/sweater1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See what I mean? I might try to pick up the stitches and add some bulk to that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I did, should I use the gray or a pink I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61Hhthn_zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PRwn6nNig0Q/s1600/sweater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453093368297422642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61Hhthn_zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PRwn6nNig0Q/s320/sweater2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close-up of the buttons. Charlie picked them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61HhF1GbSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iqdaBj3NKlI/s1600/sweater3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453093357641690402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61HhF1GbSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/iqdaBj3NKlI/s320/sweater3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What the back looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61Hf6DnDgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0YbKopTHuXg/s1600/sweater4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453093337301454338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61Hf6DnDgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0YbKopTHuXg/s320/sweater4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just thought this one was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5258222782877003281?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5258222782877003281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5258222782877003281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5258222782877003281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S61HisXSK5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/R-UVFfK1LUg/s72-c/sweater1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7403548483070357468</id><published>2010-03-25T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:18:26.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dress Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were feeling a little silly today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWbDjxgkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kHkZ3pBEK1M/s1600/Dress+up1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757902906458690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWbDjxgkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kHkZ3pBEK1M/s320/Dress+up1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWauX_fDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yw7gWCwKP8w/s1600/dress+up+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757897219898418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWauX_fDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/yw7gWCwKP8w/s320/dress+up+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757889786598690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWaSrwVSI/AAAAAAAAATw/jQDoOjwcSyE/s320/dress+up+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWZjaGetI/AAAAAAAAATo/sTeOUss-Kzg/s1600/dress+up+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757877096086226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWZjaGetI/AAAAAAAAATo/sTeOUss-Kzg/s320/dress+up+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWZSuKyNI/AAAAAAAAATg/s22yIi3En04/s1600/dress+up+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452757872616851666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWZSuKyNI/AAAAAAAAATg/s22yIi3En04/s320/dress+up+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had another Dr. appointment today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said full-term is 37 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never heard such a thing, have you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always thought it was 38.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is going well...as it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got Charlie an Easter dress at Gymboree for $13.53.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben will probably wear something he already has/get something from Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so tired of boys clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There aren't any cute ones anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even places that &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; have cute ones...don't clearance them out the same way they do girls' clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how they have stores just for little girls clothes? (Justice, Limited 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't they have anything like that for boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking of opening one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the boys probably won't care...but moms want their sons dressed cute...or I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish Buffalo Wild Wings delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7403548483070357468?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7403548483070357468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/playing-dress-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7403548483070357468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7403548483070357468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing Dress Up'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6wWbDjxgkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kHkZ3pBEK1M/s72-c/Dress+up1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6908148749239243541</id><published>2010-03-23T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:12:34.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, I hope it's hormones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tired of being so angry at every single  little thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a failure at life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6908148749239243541?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6908148749239243541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6908148749239243541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6908148749239243541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-1792691480229370534</id><published>2010-03-23T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:59:30.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suits and Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6kcL3KYZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/ebnK-MMPIqM/s1600-h/swimmingcollage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451919814020326738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6kcL3KYZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/ebnK-MMPIqM/s400/swimmingcollage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6kcLpgQrzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X1rYh53-DlE/s1600-h/swimming+collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451919810353999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6kcLpgQrzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X1rYh53-DlE/s400/swimming+collage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I could go everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know a couple kids who definitely would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-1792691480229370534?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/1792691480229370534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/suits-and-slides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1792691480229370534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/1792691480229370534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/suits-and-slides.html' title='Suits and Slides'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6kcL3KYZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/ebnK-MMPIqM/s72-c/swimmingcollage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8712511531444538850</id><published>2010-03-22T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:14:13.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things I can't change:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;other people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things I can change:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; tired of hurt feelings, frustrations and disappointments. I wish that I could run away with Will and the kids and go somewhere where people are only nice or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they have to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Off to a busy week. Have a great Monday. :)&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/34973231790686951-8712511531444538850?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8712511531444538850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8712511531444538850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8712511531444538850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4314182804456600509</id><published>2010-03-20T22:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:44:00.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin is eighteen months old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd10MpafI/AAAAAAAAASo/sp0Oo4mUgSc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450936471872170482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd10MpafI/AAAAAAAAASo/sp0Oo4mUgSc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a happy guy. A joy to be around. He belly laughs everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd1Rc5BCI/AAAAAAAAASg/eR6msKa8Wug/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450936462545060898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd1Rc5BCI/AAAAAAAAASg/eR6msKa8Wug/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves Charlie's old sunglasses, so I thought it was time to get him a pair.&lt;br /&gt;His hair is growing back...a lot thicker too...I think.&lt;br /&gt;He is an active boy. He LOVES to climb.&lt;br /&gt;He loves his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;. He calls it "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bapi&lt;/span&gt;." I think he thinks he's saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;He points to my belly and says "baby," kisses it, and says "love you."&lt;br /&gt;He sleeps through the night...comes in our bed about 5:30 or 6:00. I love the couple hours of cuddle time.&lt;br /&gt;He takes about a two hour nap everyday.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to go to the lazy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susan&lt;/span&gt; and get food out...brings it to us and signs "please."&lt;br /&gt;He loves to brush his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;He is going through a phase where he doesn't want you to hold the fork/spoon/cup...he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to hold it. It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;He has a pretty good vocabulary...although he's not very easily understood unless you're with him all the time. He mimics a lot. I would bet he &lt;em&gt;says &lt;/em&gt;a new word everyday, even if he doesn't &lt;em&gt;learn&lt;/em&gt; it. He's also very loud. He shouts/screams when things don't go his way. We're working on this.&lt;br /&gt;He adores Charlie. He wants to do what she does and go where she goes.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like to wear hats.&lt;br /&gt;He helps with the laundry. Really. It's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;He'll sit and listen to books. He's starting to sit and watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;He loves the feeling of skin...when he's tired or wants comfort he will rub my face/neck/collarbone area.&lt;br /&gt;Babyhood goes by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweater news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450936451663705234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd0o6ktJI/AAAAAAAAASY/qgI5hwJrk3A/s320/005.JPG" /&gt; Day Eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wdz0vyzGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/znjAr4wgsNw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450936437659847778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wdz0vyzGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/znjAr4wgsNw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day Six/Seven&lt;br /&gt;I only did like two rows one day...so I didn't take a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's coming along. Probably five or six inches to go...I was planning on finishing it today...but then we went to the mall instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4314182804456600509?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4314182804456600509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/eighteen-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4314182804456600509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4314182804456600509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/eighteen-months.html' title='Eighteen Months'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Wd10MpafI/AAAAAAAAASo/sp0Oo4mUgSc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-5125887579774949337</id><published>2010-03-19T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:37:53.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The New Baby"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got to stop calling her that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've pretty much decided on a name...but I still don't like to use it...&lt;em&gt;just in case&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, if the nurse's name is the name we've picked and she's really mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be 35 weeks on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be born in a little more than 3 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've washed all her clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put half of them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She moves a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way more than Ben did...but he might have been bigger I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really remember Charlotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still need to sew the binding on her blanket and curtains/bumper/skirt/whatever else I have fabric left to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's making me &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if it's "I'm pregnant with my 3rd baby" tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or "I really should be more intentional about taking my iron" tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It doesn't help that I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually looking forward to waking up every two hours to feed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it will be better than the deal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite being behind on the nursery...nesting is taking hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today during nap time I did like 18 chores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I scour craigslist for furniture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The list goes on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ridiculously excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet her, hold her, smell her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see Charlie with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben's going to be shocked I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie was 29 months old when Ben was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben will be 19 months old when she's born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just some thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-5125887579774949337?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/5125887579774949337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5125887579774949337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/5125887579774949337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-baby.html' title='&quot;The New Baby&quot;'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8119983463751408717</id><published>2010-03-17T22:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:23:21.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6GqnieHPJI/AAAAAAAAASI/FlJxogRATCE/s1600-h/St.+Pat%27s+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449824620339739794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6GqnieHPJI/AAAAAAAAASI/FlJxogRATCE/s320/St.+Pat%27s+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Gqm56VORI/AAAAAAAAASA/kwyBJPwPgQg/s1600-h/St.+Pat%27s+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449824609452243218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Gqm56VORI/AAAAAAAAASA/kwyBJPwPgQg/s320/St.+Pat%27s+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Gqmt7B2AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-ECpevRsnD4/s1600-h/St.+Pat%27s+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449824606233942018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6Gqmt7B2AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-ECpevRsnD4/s320/St.+Pat%27s+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8119983463751408717?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8119983463751408717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8119983463751408717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8119983463751408717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S6GqnieHPJI/AAAAAAAAASI/FlJxogRATCE/s72-c/St.+Pat%27s+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2148491918985120131</id><published>2010-03-15T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:31:09.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the mend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took the kids to urgent care yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie has an inner and outer ear infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Explains why she was up all night Saturday night crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben has infections in both ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dr. was like, "That's odd. Ear infections aren't contagious."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I talked to the nurse about Ben's fevers...the advice she gave me was the &lt;strong&gt;exact&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;opposite&lt;/strong&gt; of what the other nurse told me the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both have been on antibiotics for over 24 hours...so hopefully the worst is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have lots of company in town from Iowa for spring break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2148491918985120131?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2148491918985120131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-mend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2148491918985120131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2148491918985120131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-mend.html' title='On the mend...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7511257106473346320</id><published>2010-03-13T21:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:30:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe not a very creative title, but all I could come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a frustrating 24-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben's fever has been up. He's been tired and clingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the last day of Will's work week and I'm so glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5xgfaQzEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/q7VR0CEZCK8/s1600-h/31310+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448335741953446370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5xgfaQzEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/q7VR0CEZCK8/s320/31310+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5xge9wCejI/AAAAAAAAARo/Zk46BrsaI5A/s1600-h/31310+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448335734299851314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5xge9wCejI/AAAAAAAAARo/Zk46BrsaI5A/s320/31310+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought the bottom picture was funny because last time I set them on this bench was when I was taking Valentine's Day pictures and I kept trying to get them to kiss...I guess that's what Ben thought of when they were both up there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple of things Charlie has said this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"For awesome real" - I have never said this phrase:) I thought it was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Awesome possum" - like 10,000 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Awesome" - like 1,000,000 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let's name the new baby Godzilla." - courtesy of my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "So a cop came and helped her?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie: "Mom. It was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;police&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;officer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben has added "horse" to his vocabulary. I'm sure there are others...but that's all I can think of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I (in my untrained opinion) think that Ben just doesn't handle fevers well. He just can't kick it...and they get really (to me) high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dislike it immensely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially since he can't tell me if something else is bothering him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just lays there, miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When (if) the ibuprofen kicks in he's pretty much normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally called the Dr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking him to urgent care in the morning...they said he probably needs an anti-biotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nurse I talked to was rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to say, "You &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; know more than me, &lt;em&gt;you're a nurse&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that she doesn't have kids...just a hunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7511257106473346320?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7511257106473346320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-night-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7511257106473346320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7511257106473346320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday-night-randomness.html' title='Saturday Night Randomness'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5xgfaQzEeI/AAAAAAAAARw/q7VR0CEZCK8/s72-c/31310+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7153244474182319256</id><published>2010-03-11T20:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:47:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, Ice, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love crushed ice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when I'm pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This affinity has rubbed off on my kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish it wasn't hard on your teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like the perfect snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No calories. Crunchy. Just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5myxRRWY_I/AAAAAAAAARg/0PI7q2bCVnU/s1600-h/Ben+ice+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447581783800833010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5myxRRWY_I/AAAAAAAAARg/0PI7q2bCVnU/s320/Ben+ice+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mywxhUaJI/AAAAAAAAARY/ONuHLU4PiTY/s1600-h/Ben+ice+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447581775277877394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mywxhUaJI/AAAAAAAAARY/ONuHLU4PiTY/s320/Ben+ice+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mywkHKDUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/h3xCgnCuv0c/s1600-h/Ben+ice+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447581771678485826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mywkHKDUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/h3xCgnCuv0c/s320/Ben+ice+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; _________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mxu05nr1I/AAAAAAAAARI/H264msZhr2c/s1600-h/March2010+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447580642313744210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mxu05nr1I/AAAAAAAAARI/H264msZhr2c/s320/March2010+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new doorknobs:) Half installed. It's been a frustrating experience.&lt;br /&gt;The simplest things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mxuQeNqEI/AAAAAAAAARA/ikeXEscxaFw/s1600-h/March2010+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447580632535115842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5mxuQeNqEI/AAAAAAAAARA/ikeXEscxaFw/s320/March2010+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day Five&lt;br /&gt;Does this look exactly the same?&lt;br /&gt;It's not...&lt;br /&gt;I've even finished a whole ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crackin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a doctor's appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 33 weeks and 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;I scheduled the rest of my appointments - through 40 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;"New Baby's" head is down. Explains the feeling of tiny feet in my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;She's measuring right on track.&lt;br /&gt;I asked a lot of questions and got a lot of good answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems really close and really far away.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there aren't enough days to get everything done, but it seems like there are too many sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been up most of the past two nights.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;So is he.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7153244474182319256?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7153244474182319256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice-ice-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7153244474182319256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7153244474182319256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, Ice, Baby'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5myxRRWY_I/AAAAAAAAARg/0PI7q2bCVnU/s72-c/Ben+ice+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8067528626533745821</id><published>2010-03-09T20:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:33:39.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRwZDVqSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iz_A_IwijS4/s1600-h/march2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841797384186146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRwZDVqSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iz_A_IwijS4/s320/march2010+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRhJgkE_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/VFvCqR8WJvo/s1600-h/march2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841535513760754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRhJgkE_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/VFvCqR8WJvo/s320/march2010+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841521782579666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRgWWy4dI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eNpCz-y28SQ/s320/march2010+028.jpg" /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841514434094162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRf6-x5FI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_-GQHRND3E0/s320/march2010+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRfblPK_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/LloTdIBnpsw/s1600-h/march2010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841506005462002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRfblPK_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/LloTdIBnpsw/s320/march2010+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRe683wAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Qojnyk_ZfI/s1600-h/march2010+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446841497246220290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRe683wAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Qojnyk_ZfI/s320/march2010+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlotte: What color eyes do you think the new baby will have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: We'll have to see after she gets born and gets all the blood off her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Yeah, because pregnant people have blood in them and so babies have blood on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of gross...but good logic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8067528626533745821?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8067528626533745821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/silly-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8067528626533745821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8067528626533745821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/silly-faces.html' title='Silly Faces'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5cRwZDVqSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iz_A_IwijS4/s72-c/march2010+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7003135942040172928</id><published>2010-03-08T19:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:41:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxEsdDqJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ojc_eursBIk/s1600-h/march2010+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446454018585110674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxEsdDqJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ojc_eursBIk/s320/march2010+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxDlnMLQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IZuv_fZ0uU4/s1600-h/march2010+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453999568694530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxDlnMLQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IZuv_fZ0uU4/s320/march2010+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxDLENvmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1E6eYEo8ZW4/s1600-h/march2010+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453992442674786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxDLENvmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1E6eYEo8ZW4/s320/march2010+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Saturday morning sewing....almost done with &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;part of the nursery. Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, when I say "nursery" I'm referring to Ben and "new baby's" room. Will's new schedule makes finding time to sew a challenge. I wish I would have thought of that &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; his schedule changed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxCVMthjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dAYWOisQMDE/s1600-h/march2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453977982797362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxCVMthjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dAYWOisQMDE/s320/march2010+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I know you thought that I've given up on monthly resolutions. I have not...one of the resolutions for March is getting rid of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;. This picture is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt;, because we've done really well with not letting him have it except when he's sleeping. I actually haven't even tried to put him to bed without it...it's a goal. He has fallen asleep without it before...so hopefully it won't be too rough of a transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxBjm77sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JNwLRBV8kFQ/s1600-h/March2010+2+(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453964671020738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxBjm77sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JNwLRBV8kFQ/s320/March2010+2+(57).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;This gorgeous girl is almost four. I cannot process how time has gone by so quickly. I know that soon I'll have a third baby, so I should be able to understand a four-year-old...but I can't. She is the reason I've been blogging more. I know &lt;em&gt;so far&lt;/em&gt; it's been mostly about knitting...but I plan to be posting nearly everyday. It makes me sad that I can't remember day-to-day life with her at 6 months...18 months...30 months. Yes, I have pictures and I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; have memories - but there is so much I don't remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7003135942040172928?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7003135942040172928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/bzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7003135942040172928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7003135942040172928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/bzz.html' title='Bzz...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5WxEsdDqJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ojc_eursBIk/s72-c/march2010+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8835056913974872088</id><published>2010-03-05T16:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:53:00.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVu2Y3F1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JNBLyh211NQ/s1600-h/March2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298056573949778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVu2Y3F1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JNBLyh211NQ/s320/March2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin only took a one hour nap yesterday...so I didn't get as much done as I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took a nap while we were running errands today...and my parents are coming over for dinner...so unless I work on it after the kids go to bed I won't get any done today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's coming along though, my next picture should actually look different. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVuQUtm7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/XanJTDAaEk8/s1600-h/March2010+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298046356003762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVuQUtm7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/XanJTDAaEk8/s320/March2010+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love Easter candy. Just seeing it in the store makes it seem like spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVtzu0gdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FcqBcvw_Pz4/s1600-h/March2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298038680879570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVtzu0gdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FcqBcvw_Pz4/s320/March2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starburst&lt;/span&gt; jellybeans are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I love more than Easter candy? The reason we celebrate Easter.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is alive.&lt;br /&gt;Let me restate.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS IS ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8835056913974872088?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8835056913974872088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8835056913974872088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8835056913974872088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S5GVu2Y3F1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/JNBLyh211NQ/s72-c/March2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-503544053338061971</id><published>2010-03-04T09:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:52:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4_kYvASLbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/307BxPSCnQo/s1600-h/March2010+2+(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444821588099870130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4_kYvASLbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/307BxPSCnQo/s320/March2010+2+(61).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I start&lt;/span&gt; a new project...I like to do a lot the first day. It's still new and exciting and not tedious...yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it doesn't look like it, this represents several hours of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still really excited about it...it will be my '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; thing' for the next however many days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got lots of exciting things to tell you and show you...but this is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-503544053338061971?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/503544053338061971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/503544053338061971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/503544053338061971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4_kYvASLbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/307BxPSCnQo/s72-c/March2010+2+(61).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-2756345991361311378</id><published>2010-02-27T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:25:52.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4moL87DmYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EgBQjKdskGk/s1600-h/Feb2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443066547939809666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4moL87DmYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EgBQjKdskGk/s320/Feb2010+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finished this hat (for the 2nd time! the 1st time I made it way too small) this afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely am in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to make 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which would be easy, because it only takes a couple hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used the same Italian yarn (different color) I used for Ben's hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's still delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the directions are wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were to write a knitting book (and I don't think I ever will) I would make sure all the directions were right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question: if this were a masculine color, would you put this on a baby boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone I know (so far!) is having boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wouldn't, tell me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.cute.I.could.eat.it.with.a.spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-2756345991361311378?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/2756345991361311378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/spoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2756345991361311378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/2756345991361311378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/spoon.html' title='Spoon'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4moL87DmYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/EgBQjKdskGk/s72-c/Feb2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4459682074080119199</id><published>2010-02-26T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:43:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqI6dy8SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2-SynkuFFsY/s1600-h/Hat+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442716851042971938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqI6dy8SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2-SynkuFFsY/s320/Hat+bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqIQmc-GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EifZ-5ocnoc/s1600-h/Feb2010+033+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442716839804991586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqIQmc-GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/EifZ-5ocnoc/s320/Feb2010+033+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqH_fU_2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/UJ7ul320nSY/s1600-h/Feb2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442716835211706210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqH_fU_2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/UJ7ul320nSY/s320/Feb2010+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqHcVNEYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CO5vhlP7qPM/s1600-h/Feb2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442716825774002562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqHcVNEYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CO5vhlP7qPM/s320/Feb2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4459682074080119199?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4459682074080119199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-black-and-white.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4459682074080119199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4459682074080119199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-black-and-white.html' title='In Black and White'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4hqI6dy8SI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2-SynkuFFsY/s72-c/Hat+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7934365598672239275</id><published>2010-02-23T18:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:36:02.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting (to me) Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say we've been slow about getting our house around the way we want it to be ... is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are, of course, a myriad of reasons (read: excuses).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4R-xwOf1QI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j-ZJ5QaQwzA/s1600-h/Feb2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441613642994799874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4R-xwOf1QI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j-ZJ5QaQwzA/s320/Feb2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I'm going to enjoy the process, however long it might take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4R-xF8N9yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tIfP5zCJ6a4/s1600-h/Feb2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441613631643842338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4R-xF8N9yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tIfP5zCJ6a4/s320/Feb2010+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides, I like not being able to afford everything at once. It makes it more meaningful when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7934365598672239275?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7934365598672239275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/exciting-to-me-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7934365598672239275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7934365598672239275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/exciting-to-me-things.html' title='Exciting (to me) Things'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S4R-xwOf1QI/AAAAAAAAAOY/j-ZJ5QaQwzA/s72-c/Feb2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-8325330926237901998</id><published>2010-02-17T10:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:52:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin's new hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqkMEvU5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N8EpcMf-6yM/s1600-h/Feb2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439269251161478034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqkMEvU5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N8EpcMf-6yM/s320/Feb2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This yarn is so delicious. I love the colors. I love the texture. It's so soft. It's made in Italy. Doesn't he look chic? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqjslF5dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D4aA30tkNPE/s1600-h/Feb2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439269242707240402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqjslF5dI/AAAAAAAAAOA/D4aA30tkNPE/s320/Feb2010+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin's new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqjPjm8FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hqnuVX-gTgU/s1600-h/Feb2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439269234916388946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqjPjm8FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hqnuVX-gTgU/s320/Feb2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His hair was getting long...so I wanted to cut it. My mom has always done it with scissors, but I thought, "Hey, we have these clippers. I'll just pick a longer attachment and get about the same result." The result is not the same, or about the same. It's completely different. He looks so old now! I think it looks even shorter because it's so light and fine...but I could just be telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqilJalcI/AAAAAAAAANw/sv2yFBUo3tY/s1600-h/Feb2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439269223532238274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqilJalcI/AAAAAAAAANw/sv2yFBUo3tY/s320/Feb2010+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankfully he can pull it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I took 20 pictures of Ben this morning to get 4 semi-good ones. I &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; wait to get a new, &lt;strong&gt;faster&lt;/strong&gt; camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-8325330926237901998?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/8325330926237901998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/head-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8325330926237901998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/8325330926237901998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/head-shots.html' title='Head Shots'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3wqkMEvU5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N8EpcMf-6yM/s72-c/Feb2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7984753650314694461</id><published>2010-02-13T13:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:00:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes...things just don't work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't knit/make anything else until I finished these two hats I have for Ben. Well, I was having a "bad day"  and the directions for the dress said that it took about 3 hours. I had all the materials left over from other projects, so I thought, I'll make this real quick. Yeah right. It took me a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; more than 3 hours...and it has be ripped apart. I don't even know if the bottom is salvagable. I blame myself, I should have made a hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3cRi0vMltI/AAAAAAAAANo/sfVl61Vx_gs/s1600-h/Feb2010+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437834365042988754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3cRi0vMltI/AAAAAAAAANo/sfVl61Vx_gs/s320/Feb2010+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the plus side, I really learned a lot. I know exactly what I will do differently...because even though it didn't work out...I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;this dress...and so does she. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7984753650314694461?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7984753650314694461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7984753650314694461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7984753650314694461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S3cRi0vMltI/AAAAAAAAANo/sfVl61Vx_gs/s72-c/Feb2010+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7182549402940038544</id><published>2010-02-05T09:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:11:27.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanket Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am an idiot. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I try to put pictures on this I struggle. Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434806224726999394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xPd2_vQWI/AAAAAAAAANY/EF1TWxxeNDc/s320/Feb2010+010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the closest (size-wise) I could find to a newborn. Will said, "It's the perfect size for swaddling." Isn't he sweet? Complimenting me and talking about swaddling. The red/pink color of the border matches her strawberry hat. Now I really need booties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished the blanket I've been working on. I took a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; break because I messed it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xOLP3JnxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7v_ZfCLQ2vo/s1600-h/Feb2010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434804805472722706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xOLP3JnxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7v_ZfCLQ2vo/s200/Feb2010+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See? This is where it's messed up - on the two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xOK0BSWPI/AAAAAAAAANI/z03b1dVwscE/s1600-h/Feb2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434804797999044850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xOK0BSWPI/AAAAAAAAANI/z03b1dVwscE/s200/Feb2010+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it's supposed to look like...and what it does look like on the top/bottom/hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xNmkcWCJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J2Ubf7Dv6rk/s1600-h/Feb2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434804175342274706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xNmkcWCJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J2Ubf7Dv6rk/s320/Feb2010+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie modeling. It kind of looks like a shawl on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xNmG3MZSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EVJ-npAc6-8/s1600-h/Feb2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434804167401825570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xNmG3MZSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EVJ-npAc6-8/s320/Feb2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben modeling. You can't tell from the picture, but it hangs almost to his feet. So it's small, but functional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to go buy more yarn to start another one. (I mean, I'm so excited to finish Charlie's mittens and some hats for Ben so that I can justify going and buying more yarn.) Once you make something once (I think) you can make it so much better the next time. Obviously, I won't mess up the sides. I'm going to make it bigger for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it's messed up...I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7182549402940038544?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7182549402940038544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/blanket-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7182549402940038544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7182549402940038544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/blanket-love.html' title='Blanket Love'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2xPd2_vQWI/AAAAAAAAANY/EF1TWxxeNDc/s72-c/Feb2010+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6157940818985952850</id><published>2010-02-01T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:26:21.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy February! I love this short little month. I love Valentine's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2cYVQ4rkMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_wsUAcBeqXk/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 64px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433338229034815682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2cYVQ4rkMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_wsUAcBeqXk/s320/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these two and I love that they love each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have some wonderful news. My January resolution was a success. My house is organized and I can maintain it. I really have, too. It's been great. So continuing with my plan, I need a new resolution for February. I've tossed around a few ideas, but it's kind of been hard to decide. Time is getting short before my due date and I need to prioritize. :) That being said, I resolve to have Charlotte's and Benjamin/New Baby's rooms &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; this month. I mean, totally decorated the way I want. I'm excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also have many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; knitting/sewing projects either already in the works or planned. I want to do so much, I feel like there isn't enough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2cYVFQ9eCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t12TcAkyiAQ/s1600-h/Feb2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433338225915426850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2cYVFQ9eCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t12TcAkyiAQ/s320/Feb2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was cleaning out/organizing my craft room I found this. It's a blanket I crocheted while I was pregnant with Charlotte. You can't tell from the picture, but it's &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; and done in all very tiny stitches. I don't even remember how to crochet at all. That's not a joke. Will says I can't throw it away (it's not finished, obviously). Charlotte came down from her nap and said, "Mom! I love that blanket with all the different colors!" I feel like I should finish it for her to have to play with her dolls and things...but it's going to take forever. Too bad she isn't a little older and I can't just teach her to do it herself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6157940818985952850?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6157940818985952850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6157940818985952850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6157940818985952850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S2cYVQ4rkMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_wsUAcBeqXk/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6343917141029932668</id><published>2010-01-31T05:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:21:48.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>For those of you who &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me, know I love to sleep. I'm pretty good at it too. But something about being pregnant makes me a raging insomniac. I don't really remember it happening with Charlotte, but I definitely remember with Benjamin. And now this baby. I do pretty good from about 11:30-3:30. Then it's fair game. Sometimes I sleep. A lot of times I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've been up since 3:30. It's almost 6:00. Ben will be up in a little more than an hour. You get the picture. It makes for one tired mama. On Will's days off he is absolutely &lt;em&gt;fabulous&lt;/em&gt; about letting me sleep in (after I fall back asleep) until whenever I need. But on days he works...I almost always have to take a nap...which seems to perpetuate the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with Ben I used to go downstairs in our apartment and "do stuff"...but now Melanie is sleeping (well, living) in our downstairs...so my options are limited to reading/computer/watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; on volume 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight (this morning?) I've been online, reading people-I-don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;know's&lt;/span&gt; blogs. Finding things I want to buy. Like &lt;a href="http://pinkfig.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/02/not-just-for-cupcakes-this-dress-can-be-made-up-in-hundreds-of-different-combinationslayer-it-over-an-undershirt-for-co.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.froglegsandponytails.com/shop?page=shop.product_details&amp;amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;amp;product_id=2&amp;amp;category_id=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm seriously considering buying both. Which is sad, because 9 times out of 10 I wouldn't even buy an actual dress for my daughter for $10. But I'm thinking about buying patterns to make a dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing things online and wanting to make them. I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.cutiepatutus.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;website&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and wanted to make Charlotte a tutu. So I did. And I have material for two more. Pictures will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make Ben a cape too. Charlie and Bella (the little girl I watch) were playing dress-up and Ben definitely wanted to join in. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony of ironies. Ben sleeps through the night in his own crib now. For those of you who don't understand, this is a huge deal. Charlie was 2.5 when she finally got out of our bed...and she slept on our floor for &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt;. Back to Ben. He did great while we were away in Iowa over Christmas...but when we came home he had a cold, etc. and the routine wore off. I decided about two weeks ago to try to train him to go to sleep in his crib (I wanted him to &lt;em&gt;ideally&lt;/em&gt; have a firmly established routine when baby #3 comes). So, I put him in his crib...kissed him a million times...told him I loved him (I felt like I was abandoning him)...and told him, "nigh, night." Then I went to my room and set a timer for 5 minutes. He cried the whole time. I went back in his room, repeated the process. He fell asleep! Just like that. The crying only lasted for 3 nights! It's like a miracle. He does &lt;strong&gt;brilliantly&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons to be thankful to not be sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much better than morning sickness&lt;br /&gt;2. You learn to navigate the house in the dark&lt;br /&gt;3. You get some quiet time&lt;br /&gt;4. A baby! Coming soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6343917141029932668?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6343917141029932668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6343917141029932668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6343917141029932668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/01/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7626853272626285241</id><published>2010-01-08T17:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:53:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQL1B-3FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/k6EmGEFLE50/s1600-h/Jan10+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424533177823583314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQL1B-3FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/k6EmGEFLE50/s320/Jan10+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I've had this blog for a year...can you believe it? I don't keep up with it the way I want to, but I'm still glad to have made the effort. This past year has brought drastic changes to our lives (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home ownership&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?) and this next year promises many more (another April baby!). I am so blessed with the life that I lead, and thankful to be able to share it (however randomly) here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to do any "New Year's Resolutions." I rarely stick with them (I did stop drinking pop for a year once...I should probably take that one back up) and who doesn't find failure discouraging? Instead, I've decided to go with "New Month Resolutions" - smaller (and hopefully more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;achievable&lt;/span&gt;) goals to work on each month. I'm excited about it. So, for January, my goal is to get my house &lt;em&gt;organized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in such a way that I can &lt;em&gt;maintain&lt;/em&gt; it for the rest of the year (a.k.a. forever). I will let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQLXvp_tI/AAAAAAAAALI/aCfLGWN3RoQ/s1600-h/dec09+jan10+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424533169962090194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQLXvp_tI/AAAAAAAAALI/aCfLGWN3RoQ/s320/dec09+jan10+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In an effort to begin (and stop small children from eating fake bark) I've finally cleaned out the planter in our front hall. This picture should have been rotated, sorry. The splotches on the stone are from me washing it, it doesn't normally look like that. I have no idea what to do with this space....well, I have ideas, just not very many kid-friendly ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQLOkeTYI/AAAAAAAAALA/xhu-jTvcT7s/s1600-h/dec09+jan10+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424533167499267458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQLOkeTYI/AAAAAAAAALA/xhu-jTvcT7s/s320/dec09+jan10+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just for fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7626853272626285241?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7626853272626285241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7626853272626285241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7626853272626285241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/S0fQL1B-3FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/k6EmGEFLE50/s72-c/Jan10+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-6027328105115138294</id><published>2009-12-17T20:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:06:55.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-JmgGblI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5ARE5IKX1_E/s1600-h/Dec+09+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416420942773907026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-JmgGblI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5ARE5IKX1_E/s320/Dec+09+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-JF1C7iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7yEY31LcwSc/s1600-h/Dec+09+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416420934003387938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-JF1C7iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7yEY31LcwSc/s320/Dec+09+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-I_XBjnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_k5qxEQiXNY/s1600-h/Dec+09+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416420932266856050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-I_XBjnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_k5qxEQiXNY/s320/Dec+09+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-Ioedh0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/GRjJnYYUTRA/s1600-h/Dec+09+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416420926124033858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-Ioedh0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/GRjJnYYUTRA/s320/Dec+09+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (P.S. To make your holiday season easier...don't &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; buy this kind of card. I don't care how cute they are, if you got them 90% off at Target two years ago, if you think it's a great idea to slide things into other things...just don't do it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-6027328105115138294?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/6027328105115138294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6027328105115138294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/6027328105115138294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-done.html' title='All Done'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Syr-JmgGblI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5ARE5IKX1_E/s72-c/Dec+09+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-4897906497679019752</id><published>2009-12-05T14:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:39:53.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success, Failure, and In Between</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I just made this very long "update" post about our entire family and everything that's been going on. Then something happened and now it's gone. So you'll have to make do with captions on pictures that aren't even in the order I wanted them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdzYYpMXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A6y_kI-YIRk/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881777027953010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdzYYpMXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A6y_kI-YIRk/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kara taught me to knit. This is the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; hat I made, for Ben. He hates it and tries to rip it off at every opportunity. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdzLTC6RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3SvmRXXGm60/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881773514811666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdzLTC6RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3SvmRXXGm60/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hat I made. A complete failure. It looks as bad in real life as it does in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdyiHMdaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OWRKwdGxXjU/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411881762459252130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdyiHMdaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OWRKwdGxXjU/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still a climber. I think it won't be long before he figures out he can pull the drawers out to get up on the counter. Needless to say, we keep the kitchen closed off most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrcjEo0Z2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mX_MpwvJMu8/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880397337552738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrcjEo0Z2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mX_MpwvJMu8/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hat I made, for the new baby girl next winter. Well, she'll be born in the spring, but the hat is for the winter...did you get that? It's called the "Bedtime Stocking Cap" and I really like how it turned out...except for the part a little more than half way up where the yarn lined up perfectly next to the same colors. I'm not sure what I could have done to avoid that, but I like it so much I'll probably make another one with "real" stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrcimOtjbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3fT_E9jkpBo/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880389174988210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrcimOtjbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3fT_E9jkpBo/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this hat. # 6. I finished it last night (early this morning, actually). It's newborn size so hopefully it'll fit her right away. I almost wish she was here so we could try it on...almost. I still have too much to do...and more hats to make. :) I'm actually surprised it turned out so well, because I changed the pattern quite a bit, but I just think it's too cute. I want to make her some booties to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrciVumFsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qsulP3BdLgE/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880384745313986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrciVumFsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qsulP3BdLgE/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the 1st hat I made for my first baby girl. Doesn't she look so grown up? Check out the outfit - her own creation. Yes, her necklace is a curtain tie-back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Sxrch-ly7-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uE_AdAdG-zg/s1600-h/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411880378534391778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Sxrch-ly7-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uE_AdAdG-zg/s320/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt;. If he won't eat and I give him a fork, he'll usually take at least a few bites. I wonder if I gave him a fork to sleep with he'd stay in his crib all night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's it for now. Yes, the 3rd hat I made is missing. It's in Iowa with my nephew Landon, maybe I'll get some pictures of it over the holidays. Sorry this is kind of random with a bunch of pictures of hats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-4897906497679019752?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/4897906497679019752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/12/success-failure-and-in-between.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4897906497679019752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/4897906497679019752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/12/success-failure-and-in-between.html' title='Success, Failure, and In Between'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SxrdzYYpMXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A6y_kI-YIRk/s72-c/Hats,+Hawaii,+and+Nov+Dec+09+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34973231790686951.post-7059534557750227949</id><published>2009-11-02T14:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:48:21.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light in the Night '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thing One and Thing Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9SspalP5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FUSFp3NZJCc/s1600-h/Light+in+the+Night+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399625405225582482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9SspalP5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FUSFp3NZJCc/s320/Light+in+the+Night+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9SsLal07I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2e3XhutKqLU/s1600-h/Light+in+the+Night+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399625397172556722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9SsLal07I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2e3XhutKqLU/s320/Light+in+the+Night+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9Sr_8FgEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X2KFRxuUyXc/s1600-h/Light+in+the+Night+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399625394091819074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9Sr_8FgEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X2KFRxuUyXc/s320/Light+in+the+Night+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their costumes were very last minute and thrown together, but I think it turned out cute. Charlie actually picked it out when we were looking through ideas online. She wanted to have her face painted so bad...and Ben did not. I loved the blue hair on both of them, Charlie looks so different. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34973231790686951-7059534557750227949?l=fourofspaids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/feeds/7059534557750227949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-in-night-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7059534557750227949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34973231790686951/posts/default/7059534557750227949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourofspaids.blogspot.com/2009/11/light-in-night-09.html' title='Light in the Night &apos;09'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115896029787813353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/SWjVxW1cFdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7HKv6pdSG9o/S220/Dusty+and+Judi+346.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hWPpawHPy8Y/Su9SspalP5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FUSFp3NZJCc/s72-c/Light+in+the+Night+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
