<?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-8251282</id><updated>2012-02-06T10:31:02.476-08:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='school'/><category term='.'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Baby Breaths</title><subtitle type='html'>A mother reflecting on life, love and the occasional catastrophe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4047211707406251367</id><published>2011-08-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:00:14.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have a poetry blog on a different url. &amp;nbsp;If you are interested, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lookingforlazarus.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lookingforlazarus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4047211707406251367?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4047211707406251367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4047211707406251367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4047211707406251367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4047211707406251367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-3914708137834666393</id><published>2011-01-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:59:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Alleged) Redneck Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5LFGrkuVI/AAAAAAAAH5Q/uZL6vOiHazE/s1600/DSC00773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5LFGrkuVI/AAAAAAAAH5Q/uZL6vOiHazE/s320/DSC00773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So this is near our house. &amp;nbsp;Randy calls this the redneck snowman, &amp;nbsp;but I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I think it's pretty cool myself. &amp;nbsp;He says "that figures." &amp;nbsp;I remind him he was born in Tuscaloosa. &amp;nbsp;He shuts up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-3914708137834666393?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/3914708137834666393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=3914708137834666393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3914708137834666393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3914708137834666393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2011/01/alleged-redneck-snowman.html' title='(Alleged) Redneck Snowman'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5LFGrkuVI/AAAAAAAAH5Q/uZL6vOiHazE/s72-c/DSC00773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-3293946482893979335</id><published>2011-01-12T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:44:14.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Eagle!!! National Champions....Yea!!</title><content type='html'>Congrats to my alma mater football team! &amp;nbsp;We are the 2010 National Champions. &amp;nbsp;I am so proud. &amp;nbsp;I love you, Auburn!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KFendjQI/AAAAAAAAH5E/m-Eclz7yfA8/s1600/DSC09123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KFendjQI/AAAAAAAAH5E/m-Eclz7yfA8/s320/DSC09123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KkV4bBWI/AAAAAAAAH5I/VoNvJTCImEI/s1600/DSC09208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KkV4bBWI/AAAAAAAAH5I/VoNvJTCImEI/s320/DSC09208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KuWtC7xI/AAAAAAAAH5M/_O2KX7h8m0k/s1600/DSC09191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5KuWtC7xI/AAAAAAAAH5M/_O2KX7h8m0k/s320/DSC09191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-3293946482893979335?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/3293946482893979335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=3293946482893979335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3293946482893979335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3293946482893979335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2011/01/war-eagle-national-championsyea.html' title='War Eagle!!! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5D3XPi9PI/AAAAAAAAH40/RUREfvCYUz8/s1600/DSC00733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5D3XPi9PI/AAAAAAAAH40/RUREfvCYUz8/s320/DSC00733.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The scenery is beautiful, I must admit. &amp;nbsp;These hay bales down the street are covered in snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5D8l3WK-I/AAAAAAAAH44/F2CvrO6ADTM/s1600/DSC00710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5D8l3WK-I/AAAAAAAAH44/F2CvrO6ADTM/s320/DSC00710.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A barn near our house....this was a few days after the storm when we finally ventured out. &amp;nbsp;I was starting to scratch holes in the drywall by this time. &amp;nbsp;Mac has nothing on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5EMhuBnZI/AAAAAAAAH48/wE16wRpr5x0/s1600/DSC00655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5EMhuBnZI/AAAAAAAAH48/wE16wRpr5x0/s320/DSC00655.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The family snowman. &amp;nbsp;I know he's a little small, but it was freezing out there! &amp;nbsp;Besides, it's harder than it looks and I don't like wet mittens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5EVG5owJI/AAAAAAAAH5A/GzYAmU7ELS0/s1600/DSC00652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5EVG5owJI/AAAAAAAAH5A/GzYAmU7ELS0/s320/DSC00652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have never done this before. &amp;nbsp;A carrot nose and everything. &amp;nbsp;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5820579637423994222?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5820579637423994222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5820579637423994222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5820579637423994222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5820579637423994222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-storm-2011.html' title='Winter Storm 2011'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TS5D3XPi9PI/AAAAAAAAH40/RUREfvCYUz8/s72-c/DSC00733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-7576453818719183399</id><published>2010-12-25T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:52:44.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dreaming Any More!!!</title><content type='html'>We awoke to a special surprise this morning.....SNOW!!!&amp;nbsp; If you don't live in the South, you may not realize just what a rare occurance this is...not to mention the odds of it happening on Christmas Day.&amp;nbsp; This was not just a dusting of flurries, either.&amp;nbsp; We had about 4 inches total and yes...it "stuck"!&amp;nbsp; So after opening gifts and eating Christmas dinner, there were snowmen to be built and snowballs to be thrown.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TRaReOIoETI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/dnnuoKL-jWU/s1600/DSC00273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TRaReOIoETI/AAAAAAAAH2Y/dnnuoKL-jWU/s320/DSC00273.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/TRaRmWu13qI/AAAAAAAAH2c/afgTlP4Ebx0/s1600/DSC00362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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We got a new puppy about a month ago and we just love him so much!  He is part Yorkie-poo (part Yorkie, part Poodle) and he is now almost 12 weeks old.  He is so fun and playful yet so very sweet at the same time.  He is also extremely smart.  Randy taught him to sit, lie down and "leave it" on command 3 weeks ago.  He has been fully housetrained for almost 2 weeks now.  Here are a few pictures of our little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0D-NdcCI/AAAAAAAAHk4/hRTLIO9esvc/s1600-h/DSC02189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0D-NdcCI/AAAAAAAAHk4/hRTLIO9esvc/s320/DSC02189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622274391306274" border="0" /&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0Dn7XOGI/AAAAAAAAHkw/mH0-jGC56_g/s1600-h/DSC02190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0Dn7XOGI/AAAAAAAAHkw/mH0-jGC56_g/s320/DSC02190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622268409821282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0C-d2RvI/AAAAAAAAHko/P-E9NF73-4M/s1600-h/DSC02193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0C-d2RvI/AAAAAAAAHko/P-E9NF73-4M/s320/DSC02193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359622257280173810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-8688821709195665308?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/8688821709195665308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=8688821709195665308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8688821709195665308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8688821709195665308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/07/mac.html' title='Mac!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SmE0D-NdcCI/AAAAAAAAHk4/hRTLIO9esvc/s72-c/DSC02189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4376676630162857917</id><published>2009-05-19T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:07:57.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification...</title><content type='html'>Due to several questions regarding my new profile picture, let me start by addressing the most concerning one.  No, this is not a picture of my colon, nor is it a picture of anyone's colon or any other internal organ.  It is supposedly a black hole.  I cannot prove that that's what it is since I simply found this picture on the internet, but I have no reason to believe otherwise.  Why did I choose to represent myself with a picture of a black hole?  Because I am melodramatic, that's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ResultBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ResultBody"&gt;Black hole:  an area in space with such a strong gravitational pull that no matter or energy can escape from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While this definition does sound a little like my mind,  if it also sounds like your large intestines, you may want to check with a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4376676630162857917?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4376676630162857917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4376676630162857917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4376676630162857917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4376676630162857917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/05/clarification.html' title='Clarification...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-2912002684439410642</id><published>2009-05-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:57:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!!</title><content type='html'>Only 3 more days of school and less than a week until the beach.  I need you, Destin FL!   I need you sand!  I need you ocean!  I need you crab legs! I need you Back Porch and Callahan's and Jim N Nick's and Dave's Dogs and The Donut Hole and....okay I'm getting really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes BFF...I need you, too!!!  I need to take a million pictures of our kids in matching outfits, roll my eyes every 60 seconds, and laugh until I pee my pants!!! Are you ready?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-2912002684439410642?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/2912002684439410642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=2912002684439410642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2912002684439410642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2912002684439410642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4605061947320963861</id><published>2009-03-09T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:50:07.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this story by saying that my son is the most sensitive, sweet and loving little boy in the universe.  Seriously.  I mean, look at him.  The eyes, the dimples, the smile.  Look at his little finger and you'll see me (and some other people) firmly wrapped around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU6bwUjNyI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/QNeZ4EG-2JU/s1600-h/ethan+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU6bwUjNyI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/QNeZ4EG-2JU/s320/ethan+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311215584055342882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU6cTeq7cI/AAAAAAAAGpY/IFPSQ26Cxdw/s1600-h/ethan+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU6cTeq7cI/AAAAAAAAGpY/IFPSQ26Cxdw/s320/ethan+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311215593493032386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time, this little angel loved him some animals.  We have pictures of him snuggling up to puppies, cats, rabbits, horses, tiger cubs (not really) you name it.  His little heart had room for all of them.   His favorite toy was a stuffed border collie named Douglas that went every where he did.  I was actually concerned we were going to have to end up getting some form of a furry pet just to satisfy him (click &lt;a href="http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/mans-best-friend.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/reasons-why-last-24-hours-have-been.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read about our past pet experience).  That is, until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; moved in next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU89-RaPsI/AAAAAAAAGpg/MMrb1Hc0KF4/s1600-h/linus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU89-RaPsI/AAAAAAAAGpg/MMrb1Hc0KF4/s320/linus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311218370939076290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About five seconds after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; moved in next door, our world changed.  Why? Because&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; elephant of a dog came racing out of it's new home baring its 6 inch razor-sharp teeth (not really), jumped over some 6 foot tall hedges (not really) and proceeded to knock a 3 year old Ethan to the ground (really).  Ethan's world view of animals changed from that day forward.  No longer did he want to pet our neighbor's dogs that would stop to pee on our mailbox.  No more snuggling with Uncle James' puppies.  In fact, wailing would ensue just upon spotting a dog, even if he was safely ensconced inside a vehicle.  Now, 3  years later we are still dealing with the trauma he suffered that fateful day.  Is that therapy I smell?  Probably.  Anyway, I digress.  For the last 3 years every time we go to someone's house his first question is "Do they have a dog?" and if the answer is affirmative the child will not get out of the car until he has been assured that the monstrous beast has been  constrained in some manner.  Most of our friends already know to do this before we pull in the driveway.  He will still linger in the front yard until we give him the all clear.  Last night we were going to our friends' house and the predictable scenario played itself out.  We go in and Randy goes back out to inform Ethan that Flick is put away.  Flick is a 14 year old Jack Russell terrier who couldn't care less about Ethan or anyone else for that matter.  Ethan is a little hesitant so Randy tells him again "Flick's been taken care of, son."  Suddenly Ethan's little angelic face lights up and he looks up at his dad with is face full of hope and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean...he's dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how sensitivity dissipates in the face of full-blown terror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4605061947320963861?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4605061947320963861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4605061947320963861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4605061947320963861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4605061947320963861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-days.html' title='Dog Days'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SbU6bwUjNyI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/QNeZ4EG-2JU/s72-c/ethan+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-2847150620872928605</id><published>2009-03-06T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:32:46.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funtastic Friday</title><content type='html'>Wow....I've been really serious in my last two posts.  I think that's enough for this week, don't you?  I'm feeling rather sarcastic and witty today so I fully expect this post to reflect that.  Or not.  I try not to have too many expectations of myself.  I actually get more done that way.  I go from "Woo-hoo!  I don't have to do anything today except eat milk duds and watch the Discovery Channel" to "Well, I could actually lay down on the couch if all this laundry wasn't here." to "I'll just fold some to get it out of my way" to "Wow.  I just accomplished something.  Hey, I can be productive."  Usually the feeling of being productive is enough incentive to make me do something else that's not borderline absurd.  Compare and contrast that to my other option.  I go from "Oh my gosh!  The living room is a mine field.  I better get to work" to "Oh look, there's an unread piece of literature under this shirt I was folding" to "Wow this is a good book" to "Oh well, it's not like the laundry is going anywhere."  You get the drift.  Anyway, today has been rather uneventful so far.  Other than Ethan's panic attack in the car because he forgot a book, there's not much excitement going on.  Of course, that's usually a good thing since excitement in this family usually means someone has been committed to the local mental institution, vomited anti-matter on the carpet, or managed to completely flush their college career down the toilet.  You know...those kind of fun events.  But hey, who's complaining? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am actually feeling an urge to visit Hobby Lobby.  I am thinking about sewing Hallie's Easter dress this year.  So what if I haven't sewn anything since 6th grade 4-H?  I think I can do it....with Alex's help.  Hey, she has time now!  Making lemonade, people...I'm good at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gotten into me?  Homeschooling?  Sewing?  Watch out...I may be baking our bread soon instead of grabbing it off a shelf at Publix.  Maybe I'm just subconciously preparing for the economic pit of poop that awaits us all.  Or maybe I am just becoming very resourceful.  Or maybe I'm just having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the fun thing, too, but heck, the other two just sound so much better.  I won't tell if you won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-2847150620872928605?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/2847150620872928605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=2847150620872928605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2847150620872928605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2847150620872928605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/03/funtastic-friday.html' title='Funtastic Friday'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-258716640256800358</id><published>2009-03-05T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:18:30.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truer Words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Lots of people support our decision to homeschool. Some are quietly guarded. Others think we’re mentally ill. I vacillate between all three myself. Believe me, if you’re shaking your head reading this, I understand. If you think I’m a nutjob, I totally get it. If you think my kids will grow up to be weird, you’re probably right. And if you think I’m a freak? You’re right on the money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But you know what? It works for us."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this quote on &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;.  I love it.  She may have just become my personal hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-258716640256800358?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/258716640256800358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=258716640256800358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/258716640256800358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/258716640256800358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/03/truer-words.html' title='Truer Words....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4048486853030858212</id><published>2009-03-04T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:48:14.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Fire</title><content type='html'>This is my all time favorite song.  I just wanted to share it because it is so powerful.  My favorite lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When everything inside me looks like everything I hate,&lt;br /&gt;  You are the hope I have for change&lt;br /&gt;  You are the only chance I'll take..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPWCRjhlTU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPWCRjhlTU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4048486853030858212?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4048486853030858212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4048486853030858212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4048486853030858212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4048486853030858212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-fire.html' title='On Fire'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-8633337335939173287</id><published>2009-02-28T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:33:17.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My Decision</title><content type='html'>Drum roll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prayer, I have decided to home school next year.  I know, many of you are wondering if I've lost my mind and while that is entirely possible, I don't think it has any bearing on this decision.  This is something I really believe God is leading me to do and that alone is the best justification I can make.   I feel as confident as I have ever felt about this decision.  I struggled with it for a long time.  I didn't want to do it.  I would hear God speaking and I would argue with Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home schooling is for people with lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;.  With lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;.  With lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;structure&lt;/span&gt;. With organization skills You did not give me.  It's great for some, but not for me.  My kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; school.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; need my kids to be in school.  Trust me, God...you don't know them like I do (Ha!).  When will I buy groceries?  Fold laundry?  Have a minute to myself?  I can't do this.  It's crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I had all my reasons and it all made sense.  Until I realized one thing...it doesn't matter if I think I can do it or not.  I remembered that there is enough time in each day to get done what God requires.  If I try to fill my 24 hours with what I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;think needs to be done, then 24 hours will never be enough...Sleep 8 hours. Wash and fold every piece of laundry.  Prepare 3 healthy, yet tasty meals a day.  Have my quiet time.  Transport my children to various events and appointments.  Make and consume a pot of coffee.  Read a book.  Keep a tidy house.  Have a stimulating conversation with a few friends.  Check email.  Check Facebook.  None of these are bad things.  In fact, many of them are productive and useful.  However if they are not what God expects of me then they are a waste of my time.  What God really expects of me has nothing to do with what I feel like doing.  It has everything to do with His purpose.  At the end of the day, &lt;span&gt;God is not interested in what I have accomplished.  He's interested in what He has accomplished through me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have resolved myself to do this even if it means we eat pizza twice a week.  Or I don't get a shower every day.  Or the pile of laundry gets even bigger.  Or my Facebook status isn't updated daily.  Why?  Because I have an opportunity to be the most compelling human force in my children's lives and education.  Because there are so many things that I want to teach them.   Because these years are irreplaceable.  Because He told me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all the reason I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-8633337335939173287?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/8633337335939173287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=8633337335939173287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8633337335939173287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8633337335939173287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-official.html' title='My Decision'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-3792037405245464461</id><published>2009-01-14T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:40:19.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I finally got the pictures from Hallie's birthday weekend downloaded.  Here are a couple that show what a wonderful time we all had.  I can't believe my baby girl is 9!  That's halfway to 18.  That's halfway to college.  Scary!!!  Anyway, enjoy these pics.  They'll last longer than my little girl's childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HM_kvSoI/AAAAAAAAGeU/bMD6ajA4YO4/s1600-h/DSC00321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HM_kvSoI/AAAAAAAAGeU/bMD6ajA4YO4/s320/DSC00321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174532012264066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMj77lmI/AAAAAAAAGeM/yB_hmKsyjEs/s1600-h/DSC00305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMj77lmI/AAAAAAAAGeM/yB_hmKsyjEs/s320/DSC00305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174524593346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMWweJuI/AAAAAAAAGeE/4JoCu7Nn_2c/s1600-h/DSC00273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMWweJuI/AAAAAAAAGeE/4JoCu7Nn_2c/s320/DSC00273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174521055618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMWBtWRI/AAAAAAAAGd8/XnIjeB8DuK8/s1600-h/DSC00271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HMWBtWRI/AAAAAAAAGd8/XnIjeB8DuK8/s320/DSC00271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174520859482386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-3792037405245464461?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/3792037405245464461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=3792037405245464461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3792037405245464461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3792037405245464461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SW4HM_kvSoI/AAAAAAAAGeU/bMD6ajA4YO4/s72-c/DSC00321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-6342492748582347383</id><published>2009-01-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:23:54.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your inner ear-your friend</title><content type='html'>Labyrinthitis sounds really cool, doesn't it?  Well, it's not.  While it may sound like the sequel to that David Bowie movie, trust me....it's much less fun than that (believe it or not).  I've spent the last 2 weeks dealing with varying degrees of vertigo as well as the side effects (zzzzzzzzzzz) of the medicine I have to take which is supposed to help.  I suppose if you call falling asleep in a bowling alley, airport and various other public places helpful then it does it's job.  Personally, I found it a little problematic.  My stepdaughter visited from California but seriously, I hardly remember what we did.  It's like a blur.  I may as well have been drinking straight tequila all week.  Actually, that's a pretty good description of how this whole thing has felt like.  One long drunken stupor.  I'm actually a lot better now but am wondering if and when this is ever going to go away comletely.  Web MD says it can last 6 weeks or longer.  Party on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-6342492748582347383?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/6342492748582347383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=6342492748582347383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6342492748582347383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6342492748582347383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-inner-ear-your-friend.html' title='Your inner ear-your friend'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5266588037158675731</id><published>2009-01-12T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:07:45.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incidentally...</title><content type='html'>I got on my blog today to look for an old dessert recipe that I knew I had posted a few years ago.  While searching for it I began to read some of my older entries.  In doing so, I discovered a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I haven't posted since last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I could be wrong here, but I don't think anyone has really noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a lot of freakin' posts on this thing covering various random topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  According to my visitor tracker, I still have an average of 3 visitors a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  To those three unknown people I have two things to say:&lt;br /&gt;                  1.Thanks for your dedication.&lt;br /&gt;                  2. Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I think I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I think I'll post once and see how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...the get a life commment was meant to be conveyed as lovingly as possible.  Really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5266588037158675731?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5266588037158675731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5266588037158675731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5266588037158675731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5266588037158675731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellhello.html' title='Incidentally...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5620825381529208763</id><published>2008-08-03T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:35:59.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuW6IzF6I/AAAAAAAAEvk/lfHhCTk6VRw/s1600-h/mhg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuW6IzF6I/AAAAAAAAEvk/lfHhCTk6VRw/s200/mhg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489357079746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to "Memories with Mom" at the American Girl Boutique and Bistro in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuWgXBBcI/AAAAAAAAEvc/AQX06nXTvOs/s1600-h/mhg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuWgXBBcI/AAAAAAAAEvc/AQX06nXTvOs/s200/mhg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489350160057794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hallie and I enjoying our fondue and marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXEqIEhI/AAAAAAAAEvs/xxbqBkDrh_U/s1600-h/mhg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXEqIEhI/AAAAAAAAEvs/xxbqBkDrh_U/s200/mhg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489359903887890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun-filled day in my hometown.  This is the variety store on Broad St.  where my mom worked as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXIESKvI/AAAAAAAAEv0/mxNpcSM8N_Y/s1600-h/mhg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXIESKvI/AAAAAAAAEv0/mxNpcSM8N_Y/s200/mhg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489360818907890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This the alternative to Wal-mart and Target, Folks.  Where else can you get a wheelbarrow, Pop Rocks and a ceramic chicken all in one place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXZG9I1I/AAAAAAAAEv8/ylxs4uB26fY/s1600-h/mhg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuXZG9I1I/AAAAAAAAEv8/ylxs4uB26fY/s200/mhg5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489365393515346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Connie.  She's the mayor's ex-wife.  She sells hotdogs on Broad St.  See, it's never too late for a career change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZucUQLrEI/AAAAAAAAEwE/shCTtPDMOHo/s1600-h/mhg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZucUQLrEI/AAAAAAAAEwE/shCTtPDMOHo/s200/mhg6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489449989385282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah...the memorial to Emma Sansom.  She showed Gen. Forrest and his Confederate army the way across Black Creek.  She got a statue and a high school in her honor.  Not bad for a 14 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZucjpJ4hI/AAAAAAAAEwM/uNa6VNckDwo/s1600-h/mhg7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZucjpJ4hI/AAAAAAAAEwM/uNa6VNckDwo/s200/mhg7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489454120657426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main street of my hometown.  Isn't it adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5620825381529208763?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5620825381529208763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5620825381529208763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5620825381529208763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5620825381529208763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-day.html' title='A Fun Day...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJZuW6IzF6I/AAAAAAAAEvk/lfHhCTk6VRw/s72-c/mhg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5447631768711400288</id><published>2008-07-30T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:32:20.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm a little delinquent but I am finally posting some pictures of my niece.  Zoie is doing great and she is a sweet little girl with a very playful side.  She has already learned a few words of English and even though her language development is delayed, she is very good at communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnVqOVDI/AAAAAAAAEu8/ioj_QoNIzQA/s1600-h/jan+ds+z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnVqOVDI/AAAAAAAAEu8/ioj_QoNIzQA/s200/jan+ds+z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007497671365682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnmB7DmI/AAAAAAAAEvE/Bi8yRGkApgE/s1600-h/zoie+jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnmB7DmI/AAAAAAAAEvE/Bi8yRGkApgE/s200/zoie+jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007502065733218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnuezFNI/AAAAAAAAEvM/XW-83M9iVkQ/s1600-h/zoie+peeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnuezFNI/AAAAAAAAEvM/XW-83M9iVkQ/s200/zoie+peeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007504334329042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqn5azRSI/AAAAAAAAEvU/-j5Jheec5M0/s1600-h/zoie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqn5azRSI/AAAAAAAAEvU/-j5Jheec5M0/s200/zoie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229007507270354210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for everyone else, things are okay.  I'm a little frazzled from being stuck in the house with one sick child (Ethan-stomach bug) and two healthy (hyper?) ones while Randy has been out of town for 2 days.  I'm also stressing that school starts in less than a week.  Alex is wanting to live in the dorms next semester and the university is still wanting to charge her out of state tuition.  I can hardly keep up with all I have going on.  Somewhere beneath all my sticky notes sits a refrigerator...one that hopefully has some cookie dough ice cream hiding in it's freezer.  I go in search of it.  Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southerngenes.com"&gt;www.southerngenes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5447631768711400288?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5447631768711400288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5447631768711400288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5447631768711400288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5447631768711400288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SJEqnVqOVDI/AAAAAAAAEu8/ioj_QoNIzQA/s72-c/jan+ds+z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5619030415709646226</id><published>2008-07-05T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:37:39.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFsdfQfJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/CGQsPZfqDGM/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFsdfQfJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/CGQsPZfqDGM/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219678229510519954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFsY41ZMI/AAAAAAAAEmg/WkcKwrw3VeY/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFsY41ZMI/AAAAAAAAEmg/WkcKwrw3VeY/s320/kids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219678228275619010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFskd8ZMI/AAAAAAAAEmo/w9sno04nRzg/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFskd8ZMI/AAAAAAAAEmo/w9sno04nRzg/s320/kids3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219678231384057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day yesterday.  Although it rained a little, we didn't let it stop the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5619030415709646226?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5619030415709646226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5619030415709646226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5619030415709646226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5619030415709646226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SHAFsdfQfJI/AAAAAAAAEmY/CGQsPZfqDGM/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-6306247707494674443</id><published>2008-06-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:32:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Pictures</title><content type='html'>I miss it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSgcJVhsI/AAAAAAAAEgE/3ThI--_HvzU/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSgcJVhsI/AAAAAAAAEgE/3ThI--_HvzU/s320/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216244248178165442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSgh4fIoI/AAAAAAAAEgM/K3z0TB0tpFY/s1600-h/h+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSgh4fIoI/AAAAAAAAEgM/K3z0TB0tpFY/s320/h+j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216244249718104706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSg42r8-I/AAAAAAAAEgU/Btk7b_kj1d4/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSg42r8-I/AAAAAAAAEgU/Btk7b_kj1d4/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216244255884571618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-6306247707494674443?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/6306247707494674443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=6306247707494674443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6306247707494674443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6306247707494674443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-pictures.html' title='Beach Pictures'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SGPSgcJVhsI/AAAAAAAAEgE/3ThI--_HvzU/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-3834623455162792622</id><published>2008-06-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:31:13.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><content type='html'>This will be short, but I wanted to let everyone know that my niece and BIL will be home Friday and she is doing fantastic.  She is almost all smiles now in the pictures and she has really warmed up to her new daddy.  We are praying that she will adjust to her new home and family as easily once she is here.  They have a long flight (20 hours) ahead so I'm also praying that Scott will still be sane when they arrive.  He is a very brave man for going to China to pick up his new daughter alone.  We love him!!!  Also, my dad's WBC count is up (actually, waaaay up due to an injection) so we are going to visit him on Friday and will finally be able to celebrate Father's Day.  We have been at the beach for a week and have had a marvelous time, but I am ready to come home.  I'll try to post again tonight.  Now it's time for an 8 hour drive with 3 kids.  Woo-hoo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-3834623455162792622?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/3834623455162792622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=3834623455162792622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3834623455162792622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3834623455162792622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-1772190313361876913</id><published>2008-06-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:28:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFcTIXwGC0I/AAAAAAAAENQ/6H9YiJw9TD0/s1600-h/ran+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFcTIXwGC0I/AAAAAAAAENQ/6H9YiJw9TD0/s320/ran+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212656128240257858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFcS49M3VqI/AAAAAAAAENI/VNfclwPefHE/s1600-h/ran+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFcS49M3VqI/AAAAAAAAENI/VNfclwPefHE/s320/ran+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655863415133858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This should go well with that Wii Fit he got...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-1772190313361876913?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/1772190313361876913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=1772190313361876913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1772190313361876913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1772190313361876913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFcTIXwGC0I/AAAAAAAAENQ/6H9YiJw9TD0/s72-c/ran+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-8187437381985846682</id><published>2008-06-16T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:11:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My New Niece!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my BIL finally got to pick up his new daughter in China on Father's Day...what are the odds? She did great and although she is somewhat apprehensive (which is to be expected) she seems to be adjusting well so far.  Anyway, they will have to stay in China for another week and a half, but I wanted to share this picture. We are so excited and can't wait to meet her in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFaeRTwgzlI/AAAAAAAAEMk/4rvaw_2PSgg/s1600-h/scott+and+zoie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFaeRTwgzlI/AAAAAAAAEMk/4rvaw_2PSgg/s400/scott+and+zoie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212527638926642770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-8187437381985846682?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/8187437381985846682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=8187437381985846682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8187437381985846682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8187437381985846682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/meet-my-new-niece.html' title='Meet My New Niece!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SFaeRTwgzlI/AAAAAAAAEMk/4rvaw_2PSgg/s72-c/scott+and+zoie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-6412365477474425621</id><published>2008-06-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:47:33.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty good summer so far.  We've spent lots of time outside with friends and my stepson is visiting for two weeks.  Tomorrow morning Hallie's softball team is playing for the city championship.  I can't wait to see this game!  Whether they win or not, I am so proud of these girls.  They have worked so hard.   It's awesome to see my daughter excel in something that she enjoys so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a hard weekend since we won't be able to visit my dad for Father's Day.  The chemo has his WBC too low for him to be around people...especially children.  This is very hard for him to take because he is such a people person.  He goes for another round of chemo next Friday.  We'll be on vacation, so I am hoping and praying that all goes well.  He's had a good bit of pain lately, especially in his throat and neck where he had previously had radiation therapy.  Some very good news is that his PET scan showed that the cancer has not spread to any other areas and is confined to one cluster of lymph nodes.  I just can't wait until 4 months from now when we are all on the other side of this thing.  We will be celebrating, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get to bed.  It's almost 1:00 a.m.  and we have a big day ahead of us.  As of Wednesday, we'll be headed to the beach and some QT with the fam and my bestest friend.  I can't wait!  Thanks to all of you for your encouraging comments and emails.  I am truly blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-6412365477474425621?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/6412365477474425621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=6412365477474425621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6412365477474425621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6412365477474425621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4973673325412735352</id><published>2008-06-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:51:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Positive</title><content type='html'>My dad, being the fun and positive guy that he is, decided he wanted to have a head-shaving party yesterday and let the grandkids help cut his hair.  The kids had a great time and I think this helped them accept PawPaw's new "hair" style.  His first chemotherapy treatment is today.  He also gets the results of his PET scan.  We are praying that the cancer has not spread and that he tolerates the medicine well.  My dad is such a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SElNzFi1GAI/AAAAAAAAEDs/MTzGAUKi-X4/s1600-h/dad+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SElNzFi1GAI/AAAAAAAAEDs/MTzGAUKi-X4/s320/dad+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208779984087619586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, my dad and my sister.&lt;br /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SElNz40bZTI/AAAAAAAAED0/bCM2iclZuRk/s1600-h/dad+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SElNz40bZTI/AAAAAAAAED0/bCM2iclZuRk/s320/dad+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208779997851641138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PawPaw and the grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4973673325412735352?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4973673325412735352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4973673325412735352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4973673325412735352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4973673325412735352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/staying-positive.html' title='Staying Positive'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SElNzFi1GAI/AAAAAAAAEDs/MTzGAUKi-X4/s72-c/dad+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-1448425103101377914</id><published>2008-06-04T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:07:16.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Events</title><content type='html'>Hallie's softball team completed their season undefeated this week!  We are so excited.  The Eagles will be competing in the city tournament this weekend and part of next week.    This coming weekend we will also be camping at the Sidanelvhi Retreat (Cherokee Family Gathering) at the tribal lands.  It's about a 45 minute drive for us to come back into town for her tournament games (including getting up at 5:00 a.m. for a 7:30 game) but it will be well worth it.  We finally got around to picking up Hallie's report card and SAT results today.  She made all A's all year and scored in the 99th percentile in the nation on her tests.  I am so proud of her!  We had a fun mother-daughter day together running errands and eating lunch with two of our best friends (Sarah and her mom).  We had a great time at the bookstore picking out our summer reading.  I can't believe how much that girl loves to read.  Well, yes I can.  She is my daughter after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ethan is having a fun-filled summer so far, too.  His T-ball team didn't exactly excel, but hey, they've definitely improved. At least, the boys don't cry when they get out any more...much.  A few of his preschool classmates are getting together once a week to practice their reading skills and their first session was yesterday.  They met at our house and it was fun to be back together with old friends.  They are doing great! We also broke down and bought a Wii a couple of days ago and have we ever had fun with it!  I discovered I can actually bowl over 100, as long as it's on a screen in my living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's laundry staring at me from across the stairs looking forlorn and woefully neglected.  I better start paying it the proper attention.  Here's a picture of Hallie's new "project."  She made a beach and pool for her Polly Pockets out of a piece of styrofoam, complete with palm trees and a hot tub.   If making cool things out of packing materials was marketable, my kids would be millionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SEcC-R5ruCI/AAAAAAAAEDk/UQ2R0zuD3nk/s1600-h/polly+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SEcC-R5ruCI/AAAAAAAAEDk/UQ2R0zuD3nk/s320/polly+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208134763057756194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-1448425103101377914?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/1448425103101377914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=1448425103101377914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1448425103101377914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1448425103101377914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/exciting-events.html' title='Exciting Events'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SEcC-R5ruCI/AAAAAAAAEDk/UQ2R0zuD3nk/s72-c/polly+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-2402691867088221732</id><published>2008-06-01T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:13:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower for Zoie</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, my sister and her husband are adopting a little girl from China.  Her name is Zoie and she is 2 and half years old.  She was born with a cleft lip and palate, so she will face a few surgeries after she has settled in here with her new family.  She will be arriving on June 27th after a long year of waiting.  Today was the shower for Zoie.  It was a lot fun.  Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENlR_ByreI/AAAAAAAAD8o/p3CoL9ToIIM/s1600-h/zoie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENlR_ByreI/AAAAAAAAD8o/p3CoL9ToIIM/s320/zoie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116953821556194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENlSI-BsfI/AAAAAAAAD8w/aiX6WrnPPtg/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENlSI-BsfI/AAAAAAAAD8w/aiX6WrnPPtg/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116956490117618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENkR8SzzdI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/1F-G1c673pM/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENkR8SzzdI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/1F-G1c673pM/s320/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115853575998930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENkSJWsN2I/AAAAAAAAD8g/Lk_g_GI82IM/s1600-h/menks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENkSJWsN2I/AAAAAAAAD8g/Lk_g_GI82IM/s320/menks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115857081939810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my sister, her husband, my nephew and little Zoie in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-2402691867088221732?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/2402691867088221732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=2402691867088221732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2402691867088221732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2402691867088221732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/06/shower-for-zoie.html' title='Shower for Zoie'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/SENlR_ByreI/AAAAAAAAD8o/p3CoL9ToIIM/s72-c/zoie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-7961926041506945346</id><published>2008-05-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:03:45.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Next...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so slap me.  It's been forever since I've posted.  I have no excuse other than life just throwing one thing after another our way.  I think putting things in writing sort of forces us to accept them as fact and frankly, there's a lot lately that I'd rather leave in the realm of distant possibility as opposed to stark reality.  However, I know that you can't make it to the other side of something until you face it, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been difficult.   My step-grandmother died of ovarian cancer only a week after being diagnosed in March.  This was very hard for my parents.  My unlce died after a long battle with bladder cancer in April.  This was especially difficult because Jerry was only 18 months older than my dad and he was also his best friend.  His death was very hard for my dad and it was difficult to see him in pain.  I think that it was also hard for me, not only because I loved my uncle, but because it really made me realize that it could have been my dad.  Not that I haven't faced that possibility before.  My dad had a rare forom of throat cancer in 1986 (occupational exposure related). I remember being scared to death. However, he not only survived, but thrived for the next 21 years.  In 1988 my mom had a primary coronary spasm resulting from extreme stress (self inflicted though it was). I witnessed this at age 11 and was extremely traumatized by it.  Since then, my mom has also survived breast cancer...twice (note to self: don't take HRT for ten years).  Throughout all this, I've cried, kicked, screamed, prayed, and learned how to take care of sick people (and how to appreciate hospital waiting room coffee.)  I've also developed an overly acute sense of dread and fear of loss.  Of course, it's also had some positive impact on me, I suppose.  I have to say, though, that I really thought I was due a few years without one of my parents having a life threatening illness.  I was wrong about that....as people often are when they feel entitled to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma last week and here I am again, feeling like a scared little girl who's world is being turned upside down.   I got so stressed that I developed Shingles, which in and of itself, falls pretty hard in the non-fun category.  It's nothing compared to what my dad's going through, though.  Thankfully, my dad is the most positive person I know.  He has a great attitude and has never let anything get the best of him so far.  I know he'll fight this with all he's got and deep down, I know he's going to be okay.  I really feel that.  I've spent a lot of time in prayer and God has given me peace about this, and He knows better than anyone that peace doesn't come easy for me.  So, I'm thankful for that.  I'm trying to learn a lesson from my dad.  I don't believe in sitting around feeling sorry for myself.  I never have.  I'm trying to focus on the positive.  Sometimes I just need a little extra push to get me there.  I usually get that push from my dad.  This is no exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-7961926041506945346?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/7961926041506945346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=7961926041506945346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/7961926041506945346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/7961926041506945346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-next.html' title='What Next...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5012397496455198639</id><published>2008-01-12T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:01:05.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unmentionable" Crime...</title><content type='html'>This article was on the &lt;strong&gt;front page&lt;/strong&gt; of my hometown newspaper today. It's such a relief that they caught this guy. It was just so traumatic to have crime like this hit so close to home. I hope people can now feel safe enough to begin using their clothes lines again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4mGltbe8CI/AAAAAAAACzQ/KLepdc-unn0/s1600-h/article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154799230910394402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4mGltbe8CI/AAAAAAAACzQ/KLepdc-unn0/s400/article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The real crime here? That this story was actually placed before the article about the man who has ridden his stationary bike over 9,000 miles. Now that's true front page news right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4mMvtbe8DI/AAAAAAAACzg/vPmgvK6-_wA/s1600-h/article2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154805999778852914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4mMvtbe8DI/AAAAAAAACzg/vPmgvK6-_wA/s320/article2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you're wondering...yes, I miss small town life. A lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5012397496455198639?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5012397496455198639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5012397496455198639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5012397496455198639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5012397496455198639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/01/unmentionable-crime.html' title='&quot;Unmentionable&quot; Crime...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4mGltbe8CI/AAAAAAAACzQ/KLepdc-unn0/s72-c/article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-1593189945930351876</id><published>2008-01-05T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:20:53.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year...</title><content type='html'>Well, I hope everyone had a good New Year's. I can't believe it is 2008. It seems like yesterday we were freaking out about Y2K and here it is eight years later and society has survived, for the most part. Amazing. I bought all that bottled water for nothing. :) Anyway, we had a great Christmas...the best one yet and New Year's was okay. We didn't really do anything this year. We had been visiting family and when we finally got home, all I wanted to do was have a glass of wine and relax, so I had two and really relaxed. We did go onto the porch at midnight and watch our neighbor's fireworks. I really meant to buy some for ourselves, but we just ran out of time. Oh well... In other happenings, Hallie turns 8 next week. She'll be halfway to 16. That's a scary thought. This year she is having two friends spend the night and we're going to Build-A-Bear and Shogun. I'm really looking forward to a birthday celebration I don't have to stress about. Surely it will be easier to keep up with three girls instead of 10, but I may be fooling myself. We'll see. Oh, I'm also taking a Cherokee language class out of Oklahoma that starts next week.  I have to take it online since a 10 hour drive wouldn't be very realistic, but I'm looking forward to it.  I wish my great grandparents were still alive.  We could have some very interesting conversations.  Other than that, nothing to report except my usual seasonal blues. Have I ever mentioned I hate January-March? Let's face it...winter sucks. I hate sitting inside all the time. I hate the way everything looks so dead. I also hate freezing my butt off, which is kind of sad since I live in the Southeast and it's not even that cold comparatively speaking. It's not like it's -10 degrees. I could never, ever survive north of the Mason-Dixon line. Well, I better go. Alex just came in with some food. Of course, I have to help her eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4EEGNbe7VI/AAAAAAAACsg/cJBjvjyoK9Q/s1600-h/fam+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152403953419218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4EEGNbe7VI/AAAAAAAACsg/cJBjvjyoK9Q/s320/fam+eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-1593189945930351876?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/1593189945930351876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=1593189945930351876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1593189945930351876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1593189945930351876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R4EEGNbe7VI/AAAAAAAACsg/cJBjvjyoK9Q/s72-c/fam+eve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-1795022402280124135</id><published>2007-11-27T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:32:14.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ethan!</title><content type='html'>Whoa...my baby turned five years old today. Those five years flew by me. It seems like yesterday I was eating Thanksgiving dinner in the hospital after Ethan debuted three weeks earlier than he was supposed to. It's hard to imagine that he's already one fourth of the way to 20. Okay, I know that's a strange way to look at it, but it's true. My daughter is almost halfway to 16 and I know from step-parenting how much fun that's going to be. Anyway, we had a fun day today celebrating "Superman's" birthday. Here's a couple of pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five years ago today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0zgctQj2AI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/9zIGb2_hR0Q/s1600-h/DSC04522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137728058712905730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0zgctQj2AI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/9zIGb2_hR0Q/s320/DSC04522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0zg69Qj2BI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/jPFAeBG0PI4/s1600-h/DSC05165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137728578403948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0zg69Qj2BI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/jPFAeBG0PI4/s320/DSC05165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-1795022402280124135?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/1795022402280124135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=1795022402280124135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1795022402280124135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/1795022402280124135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ethan!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0zgctQj2AI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/9zIGb2_hR0Q/s72-c/DSC04522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5482895477950035779</id><published>2007-11-20T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:24:37.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0OWFNQj06I/AAAAAAAABxM/ZSiOt13DkPg/s1600-h/DSC04997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135113016335127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0OWFNQj06I/AAAAAAAABxM/ZSiOt13DkPg/s320/DSC04997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since this took up a total of about 15 hours of our time, I thought I'd share a picture of Hallie's project on Ancient China. For the third month of second grade, I think this is pretty ambitious. She did a great job, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5482895477950035779?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5482895477950035779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5482895477950035779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5482895477950035779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5482895477950035779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/11/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/R0OWFNQj06I/AAAAAAAABxM/ZSiOt13DkPg/s72-c/DSC04997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-7733691177167396951</id><published>2007-11-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:20:25.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ryn8sEGkREI/AAAAAAAABwQ/m0c9p1-sanE/s1600-h/kids+and+pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127907484683748418" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Other than laundry (which is my lot in life...sigh) I have had plenty of other things keeping me busy. Things a lot more fun than searching for matching socks. We visited the pumpkin patch last weekend and had a blast. The weather is finally cooling off, thank goodness. I am seriously starting to buy into the whole global warming issue. The retreat was also totally awesome. I'd have to say that it was one of the best weekends our family has ever had together. Oh, and the kids actually didn't pout too much over learning the syllabary. In fact, my kids loved it. I only wish my grandparents were still here to help me teach them. My sweet grandmother passed away 2 years ago. I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to all the exuberant enjoyment we've been experiencing, I've also been a little sad this weekend. A good friend of mine passed away this summer in a plane crash along with his wife. I came across several emails we'd shared and it really brought it all back. He and his wife were so sweet and I know their children and grandchildren miss them terribly. I hate that they were not only taken too soon, but in such a horrific manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am trying to focus on positive things, because they are so plentiful. Hallie is loving second grade and is doing so well. It's funny...Hallie has gotten really interested in human anatomy and biology lately. She says she wants to be a pediatric cardiologist or nurse (I guess that depends on how long she wants to go to school). We ordered some books about the skeleton and organ systems from the scholastic book club and she has memorized the entire human skeleton. She also loves to inform us of random medical facts, like how much blood the heart pumps a day or the different types of broken bones. She also has her eye on &lt;a href="http://www.etoys.com/genProduct.html/PID/4762224/ctid/17/INstock/Y/D/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas. Ethan, on the other hand, is quite squeamish. He can't stand to hear us talking about it and even the word "blood" is enough to make him cover his ears and say in a very distressed voice "You're freaking me out!" I doubt he'll even be in the same room with Hallie's potential gift. He much prefers to talk about space and rockets. He has decided that he is going to go to Auburn and be an astronaut. When I told him that 6 astronauts graduated from Auburn including T.K. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mattingly&lt;/span&gt; of Apollo 13, he said "Well, were they any good in the football games?" I had to explain to him that playing football was not a necessity for going to Auburn, that only a small percentage of the students actually play and as far as I know, none of the astronauts did. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seemed&lt;/span&gt; relieved. He said "That's good, because I think I'll be too skinny anyway." Yes, my son, genetically, the odds are not in your favor. Basketball, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get going. Randy is waiting for me to watch a movie. He's so sweet. He had 4 trees planted today in our yard as an early birthday present. They include 2 my favorite Red Maples and 2 River Birches. I'm so excited. I keep going to the window to look at them, until it got dark, that is. Yes, I'll be 31 on November 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. That sounds so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going now. Have a good weekend, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RyP9okGkQXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0Cx6Fo0RULQ/s1600-h/ethan+hallie+corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126219674205569394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RyP9okGkQXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0Cx6Fo0RULQ/s320/ethan+hallie+corn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RyP9o0GkQYI/AAAAAAAABnY/cA0wgEpMEB0/s1600-h/ethan+hallie+hay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126219678500536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RyP9o0GkQYI/AAAAAAAABnY/cA0wgEpMEB0/s320/ethan+hallie+hay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-369116559870800163?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/369116559870800163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=369116559870800163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/369116559870800163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/369116559870800163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-happenings.html' title='Autumn Happenings'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RyP9okGkQXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/0Cx6Fo0RULQ/s72-c/ethan+hallie+corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-2549653072268326911</id><published>2007-09-26T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:48:18.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogdom!! I guess it's been a while. It's that crazy-busy time of year again and so much is going on. Not only am I dealing with second grade homework (do you remember diagramming sentences or writing essays in second grade? Me neither.) and Pre-K homework (yes, it exists) but I am also having to deal with college homework. Having one in the workplace, one in college, one in elementary school and one in preschool is very time consuming...and that's just the one's that live here. I'll admit, I'm enjoying helping Alex with her English papers, am going to try Scott's cooking at the restaurant when I get my courage up, and can intellectually handle diagramming sentences and cutting out pictures of things that start with D. However, doing all this on little or no sleep is what's driving me crazy. I don't know why, but I can't sleep any more, even with all my allergy medication. Weird and frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other news, we moved! Since my last post was about our tiny little rental house, I should mention that we don't live there any more. We found the perfect house for us and moved in early August. It's so lovely to have a bathroom I can actually take a bath in! Even though I never do (shower person), it's nice to have that option. Heck, it's nice to have room for a bathtub...and two sinks! Can you imagine? Okay, well I know that's not earth shattering, but hey, I can appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, so I better go lie down and stare at the ceiling for 8 hours...I mean, go to bed. I still have some work to do for the U-NI-WI-SA-NA retreat next weekend.  I can't wait for the kids to progress in their language studies.  I have a feeling getting the kids to move from playing stick ball to the Cherokee syllabary is not going to be easy. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-2549653072268326911?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/2549653072268326911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=2549653072268326911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2549653072268326911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2549653072268326911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-3118646350635745767</id><published>2007-07-05T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:44:51.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you haven't noticed...</title><content type='html'>...I don't think blogging is a priority for me any more.  If any of you are still out there, which is not all that likely since I have been posting once a month lately, I apologize.  I've just been too busy with other stuff and have been spending most of my computer time (that's not devoted to genealogy) on our family website.  Yes, it's mostly pictures and not very intellectually stimulating, but it sure is fun.  Other than that, I've been busy with kids and looking for a house.  We've been in this "rental" for five months now and the novelty is beginning to wear off.  Our "closet" bathroom (I put closet in quotes because, let's face it, everyone's closets are bigger than this bathroom) used to be cute.  Then, it was just a little cute.  Now, it's just little.  No, make that tiny.  Minuscule.  There's not much I can say about a room that's 4' by4' except that the biggest part of it is the shower stall.  It wouldn't be so bad if the only cabinet in the room wasn't over the toilet.  I mean, where else could it be, right?  The toilet is half the entire room.  The problem is that every time I open it to get something, something falls into the toilet.  Usually it's the something I was reaching for to begin with, which, as you can imagine can be a big problem.  I can't tell you how many cosmetic items I've fished out of there (yes, of course I do.  Throw it away, that is).  So far the casualties include two sticks of deodorant, nail clippers, a brand new toothbrush, my eyeshadow, a $15 bottle of moisturizer and about 100 cotton balls and Q-tips.  So, this combined with the fact that a family of 4 (at times, 5 or 6) can't comfortably live in 1500 square feet, is motivating me to look a little more hastily for a house.   The tricky part is finding a house that's a little bigger, but still in our price range.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to those of you who made it this far, thanks for "listening" to me vent.  It's been fun.  I'll try to stop by a little more often.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-3118646350635745767?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/3118646350635745767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=3118646350635745767' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3118646350635745767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/3118646350635745767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-case-you-havent-noticed.html' title='In case you haven&apos;t noticed...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-2645666016967735333</id><published>2007-06-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:50:55.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Southwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family has been travelling across the country and recently visited the Grand Canyon and Albuquerque, NM...one of my favorite places. Tomorrow we will be in Tulsa, OK and then hopefully home by Monday. Here are a few pictures of our trip so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RnSS-5L_0sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g_hpXnveECQ/s1600-h/family+at+grand+canyon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076844289154077378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RnSS-5L_0sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g_hpXnveECQ/s320/family+at+grand+canyon.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family at the Grand Canyon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RnSS-5L_0tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UNWiHXYBEl8/s1600-h/sandia+peak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076844289154077394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RnSS-5L_0tI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UNWiHXYBEl8/s320/sandia+peak.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the top of Sandia Peak, New Mexico...elevation 10,000 feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-2645666016967735333?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/2645666016967735333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=2645666016967735333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2645666016967735333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/2645666016967735333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-from-southwest.html' title='Pictures from the Southwest'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RnSS-5L_0sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/g_hpXnveECQ/s72-c/family+at+grand+canyon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-735902835915093794</id><published>2007-04-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:29:54.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Things are just too crazy around here, but I thought I'd post a few pictures from Easter and Hallie's school program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_h9xLnN_tSo/s1600-h/kids+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056814680515465378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_h9xLnN_tSo/s320/kids+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/birAQtMKKbs/s1600-h/dyeing+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056814680515465394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/birAQtMKKbs/s320/dyeing+eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/acRnxlbTBrQ/s1600-h/jana+hallie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056814680515465410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/acRnxlbTBrQ/s320/jana+hallie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1rVOca0NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-WIqXhWexNs/s1600-h/my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056815969005654226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1rVOca0NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-WIqXhWexNs/s320/my+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-735902835915093794?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/735902835915093794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=735902835915093794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/735902835915093794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/735902835915093794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/Ri1qKOca0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_h9xLnN_tSo/s72-c/kids+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4271930265968673434</id><published>2007-04-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:51:52.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noggins, Nausea and Night-Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RhHdHeVVOMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tv3vyOmnss4/s1600-h/hallie+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049059777730394306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RhHdHeVVOMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tv3vyOmnss4/s320/hallie+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew...what a week, or 10 days or whatever it has been. Between plumbing problems, a flooded basement, busted noggins, a trip to the ER, fevers of 102 and a husband that is out of town again, things have been a little crazy! We had a great visit with Marshall and a fun camping trip to my hometown. Well, that is until a game of "Monster Tag" ended up with Ethan's head colliding with the furniture in my dad's living room. Hey, I love my hometown but it's medical facilities leave something to be desired, however we had no choice but to utilize it. I've never seen a head bump like that in my life and I hope I never do again. It scared the absolute crap out of me. The whole way there (all 2 minutes) I had visions of neurosurgery performed by my ex husband's college roommate with my second cousin assisting. I mean he's a good doctor, but he's no brain surgeon, and I happen to know that my cuz didn't exactly ace nursing school. Thankfully it didn't come to that, of course. They did some scans and Ethan was fine, but it was still not on my list of fun things to do on vacation. The fun wasn't over, either. When we got back from the ER Hallie was gagging over the toilet with a fever of 102. Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned from our trip all in one piece and jumped right back into things. Hallie recovered and no one else has gotten sick so far. I am in the middle of a bunch of genealogical paperwork that is driving me bananas. Ever since I decided to actually join the Cherokee tribe I have been up to my ears in it. Randy is on a business trip and I am so tired I can't see straight. I think it's bedtime. Here's a picture of Hallie and her fish she caught on our trip....before the infamous game of Monster Tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4271930265968673434?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4271930265968673434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4271930265968673434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4271930265968673434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4271930265968673434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/04/noggins-nausea-and-night-night.html' title='Noggins, Nausea and Night-Night'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_dBXhXLqZQ/RhHdHeVVOMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tv3vyOmnss4/s72-c/hallie+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-5511238782730039312</id><published>2007-03-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:58:10.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>88 Degrees...</title><content type='html'>Whew...it's now OFFICIALLY Spring (really feels like Summer), but I won't be complaining.  Anything's better than cold weather.  We just returned from Spring Break and a week long camping trip.  We visited several places and had no set plan.  We ended the week at my mom's house and celebrated some family birthdays.  We have all been feeling well and excited about things to come.   I am proud of myself for sticking to my exercise routine and I swear I will be bikini ready in time for our first beach trip this year.   My goal was to pack on some muscle weight and so far, so good.  Anyway, Marshall is coming to visit tomorrow and we have another camping trip planned.  Soon after that Hallie will be starting softball (coach pitch this year...yea!), working on her orange belt test in karate and Ethan will be taking swimming lessons at the YMCA.  In May we have our annual Destin, FL trip...the day school is  out, we're gone!  In June, we are all flying to California for a week to see Alex graduate from high school and we will also be going to Disneyland, SeaWorld, and visiting with close friends.  After that, Alex will be coming to Alabama to stay!!  What could be better?  As you can see, we have a lot to look forward to and a lot to be thankful for!   I hope all of you are having a wonderful Spring as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-5511238782730039312?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/5511238782730039312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=5511238782730039312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5511238782730039312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/5511238782730039312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/03/88-degrees.html' title='88 Degrees...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-978764230331544336</id><published>2007-03-09T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:12:53.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy, Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>My season of wintering is over once again. My senses have come alive, awakened by the 75 degree air presently coming through my window screens. I have them all open right now. I couldn't resist. It' s a wonderful feeling, I can't stop myself from walking over to them and taking slow deep breaths of that almost-Spring air. If I sound happy, it's because I am. The strep throat has been banished, I can take my walks outside everyday and the evenings are punctuated with the shrill laughter of children...mine and the neighbors, floating through the house from the backyard. A sense of harmony has settled on our home and I am basking in it's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go now and work out while I still have time before school gets out. I am aiming to find that six pack that I know is there somewhere before swimsuit season is here. Have good weekends everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-978764230331544336?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/978764230331544336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=978764230331544336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/978764230331544336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/978764230331544336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy, Joy Joy'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-4698001757034594381</id><published>2007-03-09T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:56:37.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last...</title><content type='html'>My daughter has become a lover of reading.  She has always loved books and she &lt;em&gt;liked &lt;/em&gt;to read, but last night it hit me....she has fallen in love with it.  When did it happen?  About 9:30 p.m. when I put my head into her bedroom and saw a figure hunched over something unseen with head bowed, surrounded by a incandescent glow.  It was Hallie, hunched over a worn copy of "Curious George Takes a Train" so engrossed she didn't even notice my silhouette in the doorway.    Even more significant is that the exact same thing happened the night before, only involving a dog-eared copy of Henry and Mudge.  And even more enthralling is that both incidents occurred only a few hours after she was glued to a Magic Treehouse book while I dried her hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To like to read is important, almost even necessary in today's world where you diagram sentences in first grade and are bent over homework for three hours a day just two years later.  To love to read is is something else again.  It is most definitely a blessing... it can be a curse...but one thing I know for sure is that it has been a saving grace for me.  There is never a moment of boredom for a lover of books.  Never a situation you can't escape.  Never a lack of love, anger, rage, pathos or long strands of beautiful words describing something so perfectly it almost takes physical form in your mind's eye.  Ideas are spun, lyrics are sung, images formed and fears lie wasted under darkened skies.   The mysteries of language are decoded and the power of words becomes apparent, long before you lie full witness to their virility.   I owe much of who I am to books....to Anne Shirley, Francie Nolan, Scout Finch...all of whom drew breath only in inky pages and the synapses of minds like my own, both fertile grounds for ripening intellect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-4698001757034594381?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/4698001757034594381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=4698001757034594381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4698001757034594381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/4698001757034594381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-last.html' title='At Last...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-8511311163129518764</id><published>2007-02-23T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:51:13.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep Throat and...Babies?</title><content type='html'>Well, the tiredness took its toll.  The kids and I now have strep throat.  After a day of various fevers, chills, sweats, and a throat that looks like something out of a horror movie I am finally on the mend....I think.  I had to spend all day yesterday in bed while the kids, having hardly any sypmtoms, ran wild.  Randy had to work from home.  Scott had to stay home and help out.  All because of me.   Yes, I feel guilty, but I really had no choice in the matter.  At least I got to watch four episodes of "Baby House" and cry every time a mother held her newborn.  Yes, I am a sentimental goofball.  Anyway, seeing babies always makes me want another one.  I love babies.  I LOVE them.  I love children of all ages, of course,  but babies make my maternal instincts go crazy.  Their little eyes, little mouths, the tiny fingers, the late nights, the formula, every time they do something new....I love it all.   And I miss it.  I know that I should be content with having two children, especially since I have a boy and a girl.  Especially since my husband is 46 years old and we have a total of 6 kids.  It's great being able to do things and go places you can't go with a baby.  It really is.  There are tons of advantages to having your babies in your twenties.  Now that I am an old woman of 30, why would I want to go through all that again?  And the funny thing is, I really don't want to.  I had horrible pregnancies, full of trips to the ER, preterm labor and don't even get me started on my birth experience.   I just can't help it....I still love babies and I always will.  Holding one turns me into a big bowl of mush.  Go ahead and spit up on me.  Pull my hair out.  Yank my earrings....and look precious doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I suppose it's all part of God's plan to populate the earth.  I know I don't need another child.  I know I can't have another one anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...how did I get from strep throat to having babies?  Stream of Consciousness, people.  That's what this is.  It's actually a very popular form of writing.  Haven't you read Faulkner or Joyce?  Just call me Virginia Woolf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-8511311163129518764?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/8511311163129518764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=8511311163129518764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8511311163129518764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/8511311163129518764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/02/strep-throat-andbabies.html' title='Strep Throat and...Babies?'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-6573903378077058724</id><published>2007-02-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:10:18.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><content type='html'>Just a quick hello from the world of chaos here. We moved two weeks ago and amazingly, it went pretty well, which is more than I can say for everything else. When it rains it doesn't just pour, it pretty much floods. We have left our former church for reasons I can't get into.  It has been a very difficult and painful time for us but things are looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on...there are lots of positive things about my new house. It's easy to clean. It's close to EVERYTHING. My neighbors here don't match their fingernail polish with the trim on their designer purse or wear jogging suits that they have no intention of exercising in. They also don't offer referrals to plastic surgeons or have their six year old's hair highlighted. I haven't yet met someone here with a nanny who I embarrassingly mistake for a child's mother. All in all, my neighbors are real people and that is pretty refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In all seriousness, I really do like the new house and our new church. Alot. We are just under a lot of stress right now. Randy is having to work 60+ hours a week and is extremely anxious about finances, etc. Ethan has bronchitis. The kids are still adjusting to the move and Hallie is dealing with not seeing her dad for 18 months. None of us are getting much sleep. I just can't remember being this tired. Okay, except for when I was pregnant. Oh, and when I had a newborn. But this ranks in the top five for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of sleep.....anyway, thanks for listening (well, reading). I'll keep you updated. I may start blogging again. It's a good outlet for me. I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I am just so grateful that I have a strong marriage, family and Jesus. They keep me going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-6573903378077058724?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/6573903378077058724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=6573903378077058724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6573903378077058724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/6573903378077058724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-7222563523450518</id><published>2007-01-09T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:11:05.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you that are wondering...</title><content type='html'>I'm alive. Thanks to Gidget and others who have sent me "miss you" messages. It has really meant a lot. I miss blogging as well, but things are just too crazy right now for me to commit much time to it. We are in the process of moving in a few weeks and I have to figure out what to do with the stuff that's just not going to fit (much smaller house) on top of scheduling the movers, packing, etc. There's lots of other stuff going on as well...Hallie's dad has received orders for Iraq and he will be going on active duty in March. He will be gone for a year and I am very worried about the effect this will have on Hallie, who is already a very anxious child. My former husband and I, exes though we are, are friends. Heck, even he and Randy are friends. We grew up together. Our parents grew up together. Our grandparents picked cotton together. Well, you get the idea. Anyway, we are hoping and praying that he stays safe and that Hallie will handle it as well as is possible. Other things going on...Alex has decided to move to Huntsville this summer and attend UAH. We are very excited. She and I are very close and we are all looking forward to the opportunity to see her much more often. My mother in law moved back to Tuscaloosa this past weekend and we packed her up and drove her down there. Although we'll miss her, she has a wonderful family there who really needs her right now. We'll just have to see how/if she can stand being away from Ethan and Hallie, though. There have already been a few teary phone calls. Finally, Hallie turns 7 tomorrow. I can't believe my baby is so grown up! Both her front teeth are loose and I just can't imagine how she'll look when they're gone. She's already changed so much. I can't complain, though. She's a gem of a kid. I sure am raising some charmers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to outside with the kids. Thanks for all your emails. Please pray for us as we move through this transition and the several changes that the kids are experiencing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-7222563523450518?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/7222563523450518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=7222563523450518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/7222563523450518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/7222563523450518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-those-of-you-that-are-wondering.html' title='For those of you that are wondering...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116537556534076666</id><published>2006-12-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:13:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My DNA and other ways I'm wasting my time (and money)...</title><content type='html'>If there were a DHR for blogs, I'd be in trouble.  I know...Baby Breaths has been woefully neglected, but I did want to drop in and say hello.  As you can guess, I've been busy.  Not only have I been wrapping and decorating, but I have also delved into my genealogy project from a few years back.  I know, great timing, huh?  But, an opportunity arose for me to do some in-depth analysis thanks to my DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution) member cousin and I have been able to trace several branches of my family tree 8+ generations all the way back to Scotland, Ireland, England and Germany.   Oh, and thanks to 3 certain individuals I could theoretically join my cousin in the DAR.  Of course, a sizeable portion of my ancestors are natives to this land and tracing them is a whole other issue.  I was given the opportunity to take an ancestry DNA test recently (long story) and there weren't many surprises there...77% European, 22% Native American and 1% African.  I always knew my dad's family was Cherokee but the African was interesting.  I need to do some more digging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well enough about my ancestry.  I am sure it's like looking at pictures of someone else's vacation...you  don't really care.   Hey, at least on the internet you don't have to feign interest.   Anyway, I have lots of pressing things to do at the moment, like watching "24" in bed with a bag of Gummi Savers.   Yeah.  Like I said, I'm busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116537556534076666?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116537556534076666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116537556534076666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116537556534076666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116537556534076666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dna-and-other-ways-im-wasting-my.html' title='My DNA and other ways I&apos;m wasting my time (and money)...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116347935572940674</id><published>2006-11-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:42:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog...</title><content type='html'>...that is the question. I'm entering that season of the year where I barely have time to shower, much less write random observations on life. I thought if I started Christmas shopping in August that I would actually have time to savor my favorite time of the year. I am starting to think I should've started in January. No matter how hard I try, I always get overwhelmed with Christmas. Don't misunderstand...I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Christmas and all its wrangling, wrapping and pseudo-dramas. I am not one of these people that dread the final two months of our calendar year like dental work, even if being around my extended family is easier with a little nitrous oxide (joke). I just feel pressured to make IT happen for my family. What IT is I'm not quite sure. I'll let you know, though, when I figure it out. In the meantime, I am trying to decide if Hallie is old enough to build a gingerbread house yet, or if Ethan will be able to manage his Christmas performance without kicking over expensive sound equipment onstage (don't ask), or if Alex would appreciate luggage as a gift or would that just be disappointing? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently still have some work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116347935572940674?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116347935572940674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116347935572940674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116347935572940674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116347935572940674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116292059654831922</id><published>2006-11-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:14:58.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30...</title><content type='html'>I am older than 42% of Americans. I have already lost 10% of my muscle mass. I have said goodbye to my impetuous twenties and hello to the decade of maturity without cynicism, idealism without naiveity, and morality without judgment.  If I'm lucky, my life is a third of the way over.   If not, I could be dead tomorrow.  Who knows?  All I know is that a lot has changed in ten years.  Ten years ago, I was about to be married to the wrong person for all the wrong reasons.  He was my escape  and I was a good way to make his "ex"girlfriend jealous.  Well, four years later I discovered that I wasn't quite the Houdini I thought I was and the "ex"girlfriend is now my ex-husband's second wife of almost five years.  Funny how life works, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand.  I am no pessimist.   I am still a hopeless Romantic.  The idealism of my youth still lingers, but is tempered with a little experience, wisdom and the knowledge that Don Henley &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; right...the heart of the matter really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; forgiveness.  I know there's a lot more for me to learn.  I am no where near the pinnacle of my education.  I just pray that I will always be a willing student.  Life is a classroom with momentous final exam at the end.  Taking notes is recommended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a pen and paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116292059654831922?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116292059654831922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116292059654831922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116292059654831922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116292059654831922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/11/30.html' title='30...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116269045866970195</id><published>2006-11-04T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:34:18.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday present!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/trees3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/trees3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/trees2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/trees2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Napolean Dynamite "Yesss!" I got a new camera for my birthday today. Although I don't actually hit the big 3-0 until 6:32 tomorrow morning, I got my present early so we could take pictures on our hike today. The Fall colors are unbelievable and I got some awesome pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/trees1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/trees1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/fam.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/fam.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/fam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116269045866970195?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116269045866970195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116269045866970195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116269045866970195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116269045866970195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday present!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116252722544644098</id><published>2006-11-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:13:45.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just go eat worms...</title><content type='html'>Today has really gotten me down.  I just feel so …pointless.  It seems no matter what I do, I can’t stay on top of everything.  The laundry piles up, my van fills up with crap, the kitchen goes from perfect to trashed in about 30 seconds.  Everything I do just gets undone in five minutes, so why even bother?  It doesn’t help that Hallie has developed an attitude problem in the last few weeks that I can’t seem to nip in the bud.  Sometimes I feel like all I do is nag at my kids and it doesn’t do any good and nothing changes except we feel bad the rest of the day.  A big part of the problem is that we just have way too much going on.  We lead a small group Bible study every Monday evening which includes getting a sitter and being gone for 2-3 hours.  Tuesday night?  Randy has worship team practice at church for 2-3 hours and the kids are in bed when he gets home.  Wednesday?  Church, when we can go.  Lately we have just been staying home to catch our breath.  Thursday?  Randy teaches karate.   Weekends are okay except Randy has to be at the church by 7:30 on Sunday mornings and is there until 12:30.  That means I am the one getting the two (sometimes 3) kids up, fed, dressed and to church.  Needless to say, sometimes I go looking pretty darn crappy.  It’s a good thing our church is casual dress.  On top of all that, Randy is scoring a musical at the local theater and the kids often have various extracurricular activities like soccer, softball or music.  Free time for me is a non-existent idea.  Between 8:30 and my bedtime is all there is and that is time I really should be folding clothes or unloading the dishwasher, but instead I blog or read and feel guilty about it.  UGH…something’s got to give.  I just don’t know what yet.  Frankly, I have nothing left to give.  We’ve tried giving up the small group obligation (or at least scaling it back some) but every time we try someone in our church just gives us a huge guilt trip.   Maybe our church is the problem.  Maybe we should try somewhere else.  Frankly, I wouldn’t mind visiting around, but I can only imagine what kind of guilt trip we’ll get then.  Seriously, we’d probably lose some close friends over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so complicated?  When did I sign up to make everyone happy??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116252722544644098?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116252722544644098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116252722544644098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116252722544644098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116252722544644098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-just-go-eat-worms.html' title='I&apos;ll just go eat worms...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116235533804611544</id><published>2006-10-31T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:28:58.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you all have a safe and fun evening! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/kids%20door2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ethan is better and we had a great time tonight, even though we had to trick or treat with umbrellas!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116235533804611544?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116235533804611544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116235533804611544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116235533804611544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116235533804611544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116223926147349876</id><published>2006-10-30T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:14:21.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby...</title><content type='html'>My little boy is quite sick today. It breaks my heart when those big tears roll down his face and he says through chattering teeth "I'm not feeling so good, Mommy." I awoke around midnight to his crying and found him in bed with chills and a fever of 103. When he begged to come to bed with me, of course I tucked him in my arms and brought him down. For a while he just wanted to lie there and discuss all the shadows in my room, but finally he snuggled up under my chin and fell asleep. I didn't sleep very much, but that's okay. After a morning of making ghost lollipops and reading books together, he is now napping with his stuffed dog, Douglas, under his arm and looking so angelic it's all I can do not to squeeze him. I'm just praying he is feeling well enough to trick or treat tomorrow or he will be very disappointed. He is a special little boy and it's hard when he's not feeling well because he is normally so happy and upbeat. Those big blue eyes and dimples (and being the baby, of course) go a long way. No one that meets him can resist his funny chatter and imagination. He's definitely his daddy's boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/e%20daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever seen a cuter kid (well, both of them!)?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well all this is making me feel the urge to check on him one more time. I'll update later! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116223926147349876?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116223926147349876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116223926147349876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116223926147349876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116223926147349876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-baby.html' title='My Baby...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116191392684848257</id><published>2006-10-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:52:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things...</title><content type='html'>You can be having a really bad day...the kind where your preschooler spills chocolate milk all over himself and some other people in Starbucks; where you realize your lipstick was in your jeans pocket &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; you get them out of the dryer; where your sinuses are so clogged you can't tast a single bite of your french toast and an alarm keeps sounding in your van every time you start it and you just pray it's nothing serious. You know, the kind of day where you just wish you could get back in bed and start over in the morning.  Well, either that or have a margarita on the rocks and a good backrub. That's the kind of day I was having, that is until about 3:30 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/hallies%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny how things can change pretty quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116191392684848257?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116191392684848257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116191392684848257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116191392684848257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116191392684848257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-things.html' title='Little Things...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116131016671738628</id><published>2006-10-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:09:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yuck. I am sick of being sick. The left side of my head feels like it could explode at any second and my throat feels like I swallowed a Brillo pad. Guess it's off to the Dr. for me tomorrow. Have I ever mentioned that I hate going to the doctor? Yeah, well, I do. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. I have a fear of the sphygmomanometer. Weird, huh? Needles don't bother me at all. Pain? I can take it. Sight of my own blood? No biggie. Black cuff squeezing my arm until I can feel my heart beat in my bicep? Totally freaky. Just one more little tidbit of Jana info I am sure you were dying to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than my general feeling of yuckiness, it's been a pretty good week. Yesterday Randy promoted the kids to yellow belt. They were so excited. I am astonished at how much they have learned and improved. Today we had a conference with Hallie's teacher and received her first report card. All A's!!! Very high A's, in fact. Most importantly, though, her teacher really bragged on Hallie's sweet demeanor and good behavior. I try to stress daily to my kids that doing their best in their work is very important, but being kind and loving is the most important thing they can do. What's that cliche? People will forget what you say and what you do, but they will never forget how you make them feel. Cliche or not, I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I will go get under my blankie and take a couple of Motrin. I'll let you know if I survive my doctor appointment ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/h%20prom.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hallie and her proud dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116131016671738628?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116131016671738628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116131016671738628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116131016671738628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116131016671738628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/under-weather.html' title='Under the Weather'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116088427253081673</id><published>2006-10-14T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:51:12.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday...</title><content type='html'>This is a great day for a few reasons. The first and most important is that my best friend turned 30 today. That's right...Sally is now officially an old woman and in 21 days I will join her in her infirmity. I'm just kidding, of course. Thirty isn't really all that old, I don't suppose. It sure as heck &lt;em&gt;sounded&lt;/em&gt; old about 15 years ago. I have to tread carefully here, though, since my other half is...well, let's just say he rounded this corner a few years ago. In all seriousness, I think entering our fourth decade of life is a positive thing, Sal. Maybe our mothers will finally forgive us for "that night". Okay, probably not, but we can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other significant event of the day is that Auburn whooped some Gator heinie tonight in what is probably in the top five best football games I have ever seen. Of course, seeing it in High Def TV added to the coolness factor, and other than being there, this was the next best thing. I know I was a little hard on them after their loss last week, but they played their hearts out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of day had it's moments as well. Herman pulled himself out of his latest funk (and believed demise) to turn over his food dish and make a big mess. Way to go, Hermie. You're not going gently into that good night. Hallie played some wicked softball in the front yard. Ethan Skywalker saved us all from the evil emperor. Scott and I grilled some killer steaks for supper, and last but not least, Randy is doing the dishes at his insistence. What a guy! I think I'll go keep him company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Night-night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116088427253081673?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116088427253081673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116088427253081673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116088427253081673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116088427253081673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/saturday.html' title='A Saturday...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-116036750520359866</id><published>2006-10-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:18:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhh!</title><content type='html'>Okay, don't even talk to me about the football game this weekend. Let me just say that after being beaten by Arkansas, we will be lucky to be in the top twenty. Excuse me while I go in the other room and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Randy and I are having a little weekend get-a-way which has helped me put Auburn's devastating loss behind me ;) Hallie is spending 5 days with her dad which is the longest she has ever been with him or away from me. While I am apprehensive about it, I know this will be good for her. My dad wanted Ethan to visit for a couple of days so we took the RV down to Helena for some R and R. It is so beautiful here this time of year. Of course, where I live is beautiful as well, it's just nice to have a different perspective from time to time. It has been a busy time for us recently. I am sure, if you are reading this, you have noticed that my postings have become nothing more than a conglomerate of the various highlights of my extremely exciting day-to-day activities. I hope the sarcasm is coming through, because I realize that my material of late really isn't all that enthralling. Let me explain that I have had to concentrate most of my creative writing abilities elsewhere. Unfortunately, due to copyright laws, I cannot reproduce any of them here as of now, but I promise to add a little more excitement to Baby Breaths soon. For those of you who have read this far, I thank you for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must be off...my man is waiting. I hope you all had a great weekend. I'll be thinking of you tomorrow while I'm sleeping in (wink, wink).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-116036750520359866?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/116036750520359866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=116036750520359866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116036750520359866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/116036750520359866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhh.html' title='Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhh!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115929435347130977</id><published>2006-09-26T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:13:55.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War Eagle, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/jr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/jr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/kids%20standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/kids%20standing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We're &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ranked &lt;/span&gt;Number &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;, We're &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ranked &lt;/span&gt;Number &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Needless to say, we had a great time this weekend.  Oh, and did I mention we're ranked #2 in the nation?  Just checking... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115929435347130977?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115929435347130977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115929435347130977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115929435347130977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115929435347130977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/war-eagle-baby.html' title='War Eagle, Baby!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115896422926558196</id><published>2006-09-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:30:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll!  Good news...my dad is home and recovering.  He is still in some pain, but we are relieved to learn that he has a kidney infection and prostatitis instead of something more serious.  Thanks for all the hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a stressful week the fam is off to Auburn for the weekend!  We are going to (hopefully) see them stomp Buffalo and spend some time with our best friends.  I can't wait to show the kids Toomer's Corner and Samford Hall.  It's been so long since they've been there, they don't remember it at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya'll have a great weekend.  Gotta go!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115896422926558196?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115896422926558196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115896422926558196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115896422926558196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115896422926558196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115886552661254578</id><published>2006-09-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:05:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the leave of absence...</title><content type='html'>...but lots going on here.  We decided against buying the house, although we are looking at other options.  Thank you very much for your prayers and concerns.  They helped greatly, I'm sure, as we were able to make a quick, yet firm decision and haven't looked back.  However, there are other issues at play...my MIL who moved here after Ethan was born has decided to move back to Tuscaloosa due to some extended family issues, notably a diagnosis of lymphoma in her brother and then the death of his wife in a very short period.    Her sister also needs her and she is really feeling pulled in that direction.  All of this is fine, except that we are very close with her and it has been emotional for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my dad has been very sick and in the hospital.  I am so very worried about him.  I don't have time to go into it now, but he is with a specialist at the moment and we are awaiting some news.   I am extremely close to my father and I would not know what to do if something happened to him.  I have been through so many serious illnesses with my parents that I had really hoped we would have a few years of peace.  Please pray for his healing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go.  I will try to post later.  Thank you to my loyal readers....you really make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115886552661254578?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115886552661254578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115886552661254578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115886552661254578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115886552661254578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-for-leave-of-absence.html' title='Sorry for the leave of absence...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115817926664312136</id><published>2006-09-13T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:27:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Hey blog friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for Randy and I to hear God's voice and give us guidance.  The opportunity has arisen for us to buy a house much closer to the school and Randy's office.  It needs a little updating and is a good bit smaller, but still big enough (I think).  I just don't know what to do.  The three bedrooms (other than the master) share a hallway bathroom which is fine for the five of us (Scott would stay downstairs and use that bathroom) but my biggest concern is when the other kids visit.  They are used to having their own space and I don't want to disappoint them.  Except for Marshall, who practically rooms with Hallie and Ethan anyway, I am not sure how it would work.  Of course, Alex will be in college next year anyway and may be living here, too.  Then I know we would have to build a bonus room onto that house for it to be big enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advantages would be that it is much less space to keep clean!  Here I have 5000 square feet which includes 6 bedrooms on 3 levels (that's a lot of vacuuming) and 5 bathrooms (that's alot of Lysol) and I am constantly overwhelmed keeping up with it.   The master bedroom is upstairs there and here it is not which I HATE!  I don't like being so far away from the kids at night.  I still use a baby monitor in each of their rooms because I am so paranoid about it.  The playroom there is downstairs which is good because the kids can play within earshot of me while I am working in the kitchen.  It has a beautiful yard with tons of flat areas to play, and has a pool very similar to ours now, so we wouldn't have to give that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very conflicted.  It would be so much better in a lot of ways, but again, I just don't know.  I love this house.  We have lived here for four years.  It is where we brought Ethan home from the hospital...where we have had the kids birthday parties...where they learned to swim, ride bikes and we have the best neighbors in the world.  The fact is, though, that we are going to have to move eventually because neither our cars nor I can take driving over the mountain six times a day.  I feel like I live in my van and I am sick of it.   It's a good chance to downsize a little and not have to give up much and really gain a lot in the way of convenience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to be asking for prayer about something so non-essential.  It's just a big decision and I have come to value the prayers and advice of my fellow blogging Christians.  Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ethan seems to have developed a chest cold and the doc says that is what caused his asthma.  I am relieved because hopefully that means it's not becoming a chronic problem and will go away when the congestion does.  Thanks for everyone's concern!  I love ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115817926664312136?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115817926664312136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115817926664312136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115817926664312136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115817926664312136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/quick-prayer-request.html' title='Quick Prayer Request'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115810203070846100</id><published>2006-09-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:00:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have ADD, I promise...</title><content type='html'>I am freaking out because Ethan has had two asthma attacks in the last two days.  He has not had any in years, and then only secondary to illness.  Luckily, I still have his inhaler on hand, but this is distressing.  What in the world would cause this all of a sudden?  Randy had horrible asthma as a child, but his started as an infant.  Am I doing something wrong?  I am taking him to the doctor tomorrow, but I am just hoping he's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Alabama ranked 48th in life expectancy.  That's not too good, folks.  Why is it that my home state ranks 48th or 49th in almost everything?  It really is a misrepresentation.  But I won't get into that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really loooooooooong, sad post written yesterday, but I just couldn't get it finished.  I guess I could work on it later, we'll see.  Let's just say that the victims of 9/11 were at the forefront of my thoughts and prayers yesterday.  I finished reading "Let's Roll" several months ago and it greatly affected me.  I recommend it highly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go...the asparagus is getting overdone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115810203070846100?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115810203070846100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115810203070846100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115810203070846100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115810203070846100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-have-add-i-promise.html' title='I don&apos;t have ADD, I promise...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115750832495489553</id><published>2006-09-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:07:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>This was an incredible weekend and even a good "Tuesday" (felt like Monday).  Friday night Hallie visisted her dad and Ethan visited his grandma, so Randy and I had the night to ourselves.  We ate with friends, went on a walk after dark and even made a midnight run to the 24 hour Sonic drive-in for some much needed ice cream.  I swear, Randy and I cannot go two days without junk food.  Anyway, we stayed up late, slept late and then picked up Ethan and drove to Cracker Barrel for a healthy breakfast of pancakes, grits, eggs and biscuits.  Yes, food is my love language and it's a beautiful one at that.  Anyhoo, the three of us went on a bike ride and then settled in to watch Auburn (#4...yeah!) stomp Washington State.  Of course, Alabama won, too, but you can't have everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Labor Day we took the kids to the Botanical Gardens and had so much fun.  It was still a little warm, but it has definitely cooled down, especially at night.  That evening we grilled out and once again dined on some really healthy portions of hotdogs, hamburgers, potato chips and cupcakes.  Today Ethan and I did some much needed shopping for pants that don't end up around his ankles (the kid is skinny) and he was such a good boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Hallie brought home her first progress report and not only does she have all A's, but all 100's or 98's.  We are so proud of her!  She is a very good reader and has picked up on math like a whiz.  She is also about to test for yellow belt in karate and she is very excited.  If it seems like it took a long time, you are probably used to hearing about Taekwondo where the ranks go much faster and are easier to obtain.  In Shorin Ryu, it takes grown men training 20 hours a week 4 years or more to make brown belt (think Mr. Miagi). So, you can see this will be a great accomplishment for her after only four months.  She says she is going all the way to tenth degree black, and we don't doubt it.  When that girl sets her mind to something, she goes for it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go do some writing that actually pays something society will exchange for goods.  Here is a picture of the kids from yesterday. I hope all of you had as great of a weekend as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img471.imageshack.us/img471/1358/kidsastronautou1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115750832495489553?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115750832495489553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115750832495489553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115750832495489553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115750832495489553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115716621159300117</id><published>2006-09-01T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:03:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aware</title><content type='html'>For my children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between clay and form,&lt;br /&gt;A candle, lit but not yet formed by&lt;br /&gt;The waxy pattern that will surround you.&lt;br /&gt;You are not blank, only impressionable.&lt;br /&gt;In a world dying to impress.&lt;br /&gt;You will not know all the answers,&lt;br /&gt;But when one eludes you, &lt;br /&gt;You will sense its absence &lt;br /&gt;Like a word that is on your tongue &lt;br /&gt;But not making a sound.&lt;br /&gt;It will scream at you in silence.&lt;br /&gt;You will hear it and turn your head &lt;br /&gt;It will be a tinnitus that never ends,&lt;br /&gt;That has no cure save one-&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take this offering from me,&lt;br /&gt;The gift that will save you from mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;The word your ancestors exhale in their muddy regret&lt;br /&gt;daring you to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Put your ear to crest of their tomb.&lt;br /&gt;               . . .Can you hear it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115716621159300117?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115716621159300117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115716621159300117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115716621159300117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115716621159300117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/09/aware.html' title='Aware'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115708156699545465</id><published>2006-08-31T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:32:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Good Day Because...</title><content type='html'>Randy is upstairs unloading the dishwasher as I type. I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our homeowners insurance is replacing our entire hardwood floor (5 rooms!) due to a leaky fitting under the sink that damaged a small portion of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a professional clean my bathrooms and floors today.  Ahhh, that was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and I took our lunch to the waterfall and had a lovely picnic and nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan picked a wildflower just for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan found an acorn that he has decided a squirrel and chipmunk will share.  He left it outside for them to find.  *Note to self:  move the acorn before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Hallie has made a 100 on every assignment in first grade so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During karate tonight, Hallie floored her dad (literally) after both the boys failed to do so.  You go, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy has decided to test Hallie and the Brashiers for yellow belt in a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unexpectedly met two friends in the coffee shop and had some unexpected adult conversation while Ethan drank his chocolate milk and ate his fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a peach smoothie from Sonic. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Ethan at soccer, I felt the first cool breeze of the season and was actually comfortable outside for the first time since April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, five years ago today Randy and I met on the great information highway we know as the internet via Yahoo instant messenger.  They have been the most meaningful and happy years of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115708156699545465?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115708156699545465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115708156699545465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115708156699545465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115708156699545465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-good-day-because.html' title='It Was a Good Day Because...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115660668267497141</id><published>2006-08-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:38:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone ever....</title><content type='html'>made the mistake of buying their child's halloween costume two months early resulting in the inability to peel it off of the said child who is melting inside his astronaut flight suit while it's 95 degrees outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115660668267497141?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115660668267497141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115660668267497141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115660668267497141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115660668267497141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/has-anyone-ever.html' title='Has anyone ever....'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115645954527876481</id><published>2006-08-24T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:35:00.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I am NOT in a very good mood. I just had 3 paragraphs written and when I added the pictures, the text disappeared. *@#*@**#!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, I am not taking the time to rewrite at this time, so just enjoy the pictures! It's Ethan's first day of preschool and soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/ethan%20steps.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/ethan%20soccer3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/ethan%20soccer2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/ethan%20soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/ethan%20soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115645954527876481?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115645954527876481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115645954527876481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115645954527876481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115645954527876481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/noooooooooo_24.html' title='Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115595850658241214</id><published>2006-08-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:35:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book MeMe</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;One book that changed your life.&lt;/strong&gt;  "Cosmic Codes" by Chuck Missler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;One book you've read more than once.&lt;/strong&gt;   "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" by Betty Smith.  I have read this book about 4-6 times a year since I was 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;One book you would want on a desert island.&lt;/strong&gt;   "The Problem of Pain" by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;One book that made you laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;  "The Nanny Diaries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;One book that made you cry.&lt;/strong&gt;  "The Bridges of Madison County"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. &lt;strong&gt;One book that you wish had been written.  &lt;/strong&gt;The one I've been working on for two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;One book you wish had never been written.&lt;/strong&gt;  "Mein Kampf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;One book you are currently reading.  &lt;/strong&gt;"Love and Other Impossible Pursuits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;One book you have been meaning to read.&lt;/strong&gt;  "The Road Less Travelled" by M. Scott Peck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Three people I tag to do this meme:&lt;/strong&gt;  Jana, Mel, Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115595850658241214?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115595850658241214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115595850658241214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115595850658241214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115595850658241214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/book-meme.html' title='Book MeMe'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115595708257752131</id><published>2006-08-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:12:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Look-alikes...</title><content type='html'>Below are pictures of Scott when he was younger (well, he's always younger...lol) and Ethan.  I think the resemblance is remarkable, especially considering they are half brothers.  Of course, it helps that they both look just like Randy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/5703/scottage2sc5.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/3270/ethan2kq7.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/7389/scottage4ye1.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/5598/ethan8ma3.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture posting problem is annoying.  I am having to write my own html and I don't have time for this!  Is anyone else having issues?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115595708257752131?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115595708257752131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115595708257752131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115595708257752131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115595708257752131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-look-alikes.html' title='My Look-alikes...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115578643638118612</id><published>2006-08-16T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:47:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just to let everyone know, Hallie is better today and will be able to go to school tomorrow.  Thanks so much for your concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know what is going on with Blogger, but I have been trying to post pictures all day with no luck.  I really wanted to show ya'll Ethan's first day of preschool and soccer, but it just isn't working out.  Maybe tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like their may be five of us under one roof again.  My stepson, Scott, has asked if he could move back home for a while so he can save money to buy a car and go back to school.  Randy and I have talked about it and think we may agree.  He has made a lot of positive strides lately and really seems to be headed in a good direction.  He  enjoys working for his dad and is actually very talented.  I always knew he was intelligent, just challenged in certain areas.  I am glad he has found a place he can excel.  If we do this, the kids will be thrilled, especially Ethan.  He cries like a baby every time Scott visits and then leaves.   They also look a lot alike, which I could show you if I could POST PICTURES!!!  Anyway, we are praying about it.  We sure have missed him since he moved out.  We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrested someone in the JonBenet murder.  I have to say, the police and DA's that terrorized that family for so long ought to be hung out to dry.  I never thought those parents were guilty and I cannot imagine losing a child and then having to deal with that crap.   I'm ready for some justice, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm tired.   I hope you enjoyed this post consisting of four totally disjointed topics.  Night-night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115578643638118612?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115578643638118612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115578643638118612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115578643638118612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115578643638118612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115566663840013030</id><published>2006-08-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:22:35.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post About Nothing</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing terribly exciting, anyway.  I was up all night with Hallie who had nausea and fever.  I "slept" in the guest/Marshall's room (who left on Sunday,BTW) next to Hallie's room, but I really didn't get much rest.  I am always on edge when I have a sick child, especially when they tend to run fevers of 104+. Anyway, I hate that she had to miss school so early in the year, but such is life I suppose.  We spent all morning in the doctor's office just to make sure it wasn't strep since she was also complaining of a sore throat.  It wasn't...thank goodness, but I really do not like the nurse that swabbed her throat.  Hallie was naturally not doing cartwheels over the whole thing so the lady told her she would call "Mr. Reynolds" (think huge bouncer type) from the lab to hold her down and it would take "a lot longer than 3 seconds."  In other words, lets make my already fearful child even more terrified by threatening her with the Incredible Hulk.  Hallie even complimented her on her Poohbear scrubs and she pretty much ignored her.  Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hallie seems to be feeling better but still has a fever.  I think we are all going to lie down and rest.  I wanted to post pictures from Ethan's first day of preschool and soccer, but I can't go downstairs right now.  Maybe later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115566663840013030?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115566663840013030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115566663840013030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115566663840013030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115566663840013030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-about-nothing.html' title='A Post About Nothing'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115542460529713552</id><published>2006-08-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T16:56:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>Wow...today's heat index is 95 instead of 105.  Is fall in the air already?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah...August is not my favorite month. I haven't allowed the kids to play outside all week due to temperatures of +100.  We've colored every picture imaginable, flown paper airplanes, explored the contents of several closets, ran through the house screaming and taken lots of Advil.  It didn't help matters that the elusive scorpion has managed to escape capture and I still haven't reopened the basement to people under 5 feet tall. Someone tell me I'm overreacting...please?  Actually, we did venture out one day to nearby Cathedral Caverns where it actually gets down to 55 degrees inside the cave.  We almost decided to move in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  This summer has exhausted me in every way and I am ready for it to be over.  I want cool breezes, football games and days where I actually have time to be semi-productive.  41 days and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115542460529713552?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115542460529713552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115542460529713552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115542460529713552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115542460529713552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115522339151155689</id><published>2006-08-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T08:23:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!  First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>"We're off to learn to get some knowledge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't seen Finding Nemo, then you just think I am insane and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallie had her first day of first grade yesterday. She was fine until time for me to leave and then the tears started. Man, did I have a difficult morning worrying about her! I was quite relieved, though, when I picked her up and she said "I can't wait until morning so I can come back!" I can't ask for more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the little sweetheart on our porch before leaving. Notice the gap in the smile...she sure is proud of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/hallie%20steps%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/hallie%20steps%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115522339151155689?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115522339151155689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115522339151155689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115522339151155689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115522339151155689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school-first-day-of.html' title='First Day of School!  First Day of School!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115497719918761190</id><published>2006-08-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:59:59.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why the last 24 hours have been interesting...</title><content type='html'>1.  Hallie, with her brothers in tow, discovered a scorpion in our basement, which, according to Hallie was 3 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I looked for this houseguest for an hour with one of my husband's shoes and had no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am now restricting the children from the basement out of fear, whether rational or not, until this pest is found and destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Ethan had diarrhea during his nap and didn't make it to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Our new carpet upstairs now has its first blemish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The brand new Buzz backpack that has been glued to his shoulders also has its first blemish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I used an entire box of wet wipes &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I got him in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I will not let Ethan eat three servings of fried okra any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Herman the crab had a birthday party since "he may not make it to his real one", whenever that may be.  The kids and I sang "Happy Birthday dear Crabbie" at the top of our lungs while Hallie presented him with a present (a shell from the beach)  packaged in a cough medicine box and a homemade card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Apparently uplifted after his party, Herman the crab managed to escape his confines (mainly because Hallie forgot to put the top back on) and was missing for about 10 minutes in which I made the kids sit on the couch with their feet up while I frantically searched for him, praying he wasn't already carpet blemish number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I found Herman safe and sound on the other side of Hallie's bedroom in her Polly Pocket mini salon.  Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I made two fudge pies and a crock pot of homemade macaroni and cheese for the school picnic tonight.  Okay, one pie is for the picnic.  The other is in case there's no leftovers to bring back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I sold my first item on ebay for $79.00.  Not bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115497719918761190?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115497719918761190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115497719918761190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115497719918761190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115497719918761190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/reasons-why-last-24-hours-have-been.html' title='Reasons why the last 24 hours have been interesting...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115449158790985718</id><published>2006-08-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:25:02.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pensive Evening</title><content type='html'>Ahh, a moment to myself. The kids went to band practice with their dad, so I am here all alone and wondering exactly how I should savor this moment. I love my kids dearly, but since becoming a mom, it's amazing how little time I have spent without another body within 10 feet-usually less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have lots of alone time. I used to spend hours alone everyday. As a kid and teenager, I would walk to an abandoned park down the street from my house with my walkman and tackle box full of tapes daily (think small town-no crime). I would listen to music for hours, just sitting on a swing imagining stories in my head. Many times I watched the sun go down and many times, much to my mother's chagrin, I would go out hours after dark. While most kids were sneaking out to drink and smoke, I was sneaking out to listen to music and dream. I think I went through at least 7 walkmen and had a collection of about 50 tapes, mostly movie soundtracks, that were covered in a fine film of dirt. That's what happens when you expose them to the elements, I suppose, but that was just wear and tear as far as I was concerned. Who knows how many "novels" and poems I wrote down there. I even thought about naming my first child after that park, although I am sure Hallie will one day feel quite relieved she doesn't bear the name "Meadowbrook". I know, it sounds kind of crazy and I am sure I looked sort of crazy. There I was everyday, that strange girl that swings by herself at the park. I think I became sort of a public monument to southern eccentricity, but I didn't care. I have always felt older than my years and I guess that even as a teenager, I knew being different wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It wasn't just that I had OCD, although I am sure it's all connected. It wasn't just that I had a job from the age of 12. It was how I got goose bumps from songs that spoke to me. It was how the sight of an old wooden bridge made me weep. It was the lump in my throat every time I heard church bells or wind chimes. It was how I read the last page of "These Happy Golden Years" over and over and circled the tearstains in the margin. Mostly, it was my depth of feeling and desire to always feel more...to go beyond where most people said was enough. I didn't just want a casual relationship with the world or with myself in it. I felt things deeply, believed things passionately, and placed great value on the power of imagination and the human soul. The ability to create was paramount to me. If you didn't create things in some way...writing, music, art, etc...then I would find you rather boring. I had no use for any discipline that didn't have a little room for interpretation or originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what am I getting at here? I suppose I am just reminiscing about who I was and realizing who I have become. Fundamentally, not much has changed. I still get the goosebumps. I still reread all my favorite novels several times a year. I still devour history. Weeping Willows and church bells still affect me. I still believe deeply in creativity and imagination. I still think the written word and music are man's greatest gifts to ourselves. I'm still "different", although I don't think about it quite so much. Why? Well, mostly because I am pushing the swing instead of sitting in it and although it's a move of only a few feet, the view has changed. I keep getting "distracted" by these two precious kids (often 3,4 or 5) that keep hovering around me, demanding my attention.  Yes, I like my alone time...every now and then.  But nothing compares to what I have.  It's a charmed life, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115449158790985718?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115449158790985718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115449158790985718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115449158790985718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115449158790985718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/08/pensive-evening.html' title='A Pensive Evening'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115440339237421500</id><published>2006-07-31T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:36:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I bought bottled water for a hermit crab.  Yes, that is correct.  That and about ten other things hermit crabs apparently can't live without.  Like a piece of tree bark.  Yes, I paid four dollars for a piece of tree bark.  Why, you may ask, didn't I just go pick up a piece of tree bark outside?  Well, this one was shaped like a tunnel.  Don't you know that hermit crabs really need their privacy?  Come on, the fact that they never come out of the shell on their back doesn't count.  Oh, and I had to splurge and get the calcified sand because the sand I buy for my children isn't good enough.   No, hermit crabs need special sand...special sand that costs ten dollars a pound.  I also learned today that they need a wall in their "habitat" to climb in order to get enough exercise.  Apparently sitting in one spot with your head in expensive sand isn't enough activity.   And did you know that hermit crabs need treats?  Not just regular food, but treats.  I am just waiting for him to roll over, sit up, and play dead on command.  Oh, wait a minute, he plays dead all the time!  How many pieces of dried fruit does he get for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, wait a minute... maybe Hermie is so sedate because I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; buy the six dollar sea salt soaking solution.  That must be it!  Ah, the pang of regret.   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The fighting between Israel and the Hezbollah has really gotten me thinking about the end times.  I know,  I know...every time a major conflict occurs people start saying "this is it".  I'm not jumping on that bandwagon.  I just can't help but reflect on the books of Daniel and Revelation when I see what I'm seeing on the news.  Frankly, it saddens me because I know that when we do get to the end, it's going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.  As a Christian, I know I have nothing to fear for myself, but the eventual fate of the world distresses me greatly.  I can't help but feel that the media isn't helping matters.  They just keep reporting the same story over and over again...showing the same footage over and over again, just as the terrorists want them to do.  Somehow the acts of the terrorists themselves get lost in the world's outrage at the usual suspects...the US and Israel.  Forget how many missiles Hezbollah has fired into Israeli villages.  Forget the horrible lack of respect for humanity these groups have shown in the past throughout the world.  For some strange reason, the world just keeps giving these people the benefit of the doubt.  The UN just passes ridiculous resolutions that they never intend to enforce and countries everywhere condemn the actions of a nation forced into fighting for self preservation.  I don't like violence.  I hate the thought of innocent people being killed no matter where they live.  I'm not going to stand here and debate who has the right to do what and who has gone too far.  I will say, though, that it distresses me that people just don't think anything is worth fighting for any more.  Life, liberty, justice...they're all good when you have them handed to you.  When someone else did all the fighting 50 or 200 years ago.  When you don't have to take a stand and risk the wrath or condemnation of the world.  When you can be PC and eat your white bread and apple pie and talk about peace with your mouth full.  It's a whole different matter, however, when its you, your countrymen and a great big world that thinks you have no right to exist.  Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks a lot Mel Gibson.  Finding out that my favorite actor was a drunk and an anti- semite in one day was not fun.  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I can't believe what an odyssey that was. It seems like that tooth was loose forever and the last few days we have really been encouraging her to pull it herself or let us do it. I admit, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; encouraged Randy to do the deed. I did not relish the idea of doing it myself. So, after days of high resistance, she finally let him put some floss around it tonight and before she could say anything, the tooth popped out. She looked really surprised and even had to ask, "Is it out?" She didn't feel a thing! Of course, the tooth was so loose it would've come out if she had sneezed hard enough, but I am still proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also took Alex to have her senior pictures made.   I can't believe she is starting her last year of high school.  We had so much fun and she made some beautiful pictures.  I can't tell you how much I love that girl.  She is such a blessing to this family.  I am so lucky to be her stepmom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just had to share.  I hope you all have a good night.  Thanks for the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115406147825806125?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115406147825806125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115406147825806125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115406147825806125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115406147825806125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-news.html' title='Big News!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115395684454579324</id><published>2006-07-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:34:04.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>Well, that was scary.  My entire blog, sans the title bar, disappeared from cyberspace for several days.  Luckily, I was able to tweak some html, republish and breathe a sigh of relief.  I have been so busy that it took longer than I'd like, but I hope my (former) readers didn't give up completely.  Sorry for the long delay.  More later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115395684454579324?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115395684454579324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115395684454579324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115395684454579324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115395684454579324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115285091313818746</id><published>2006-07-13T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:21:53.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigestion...</title><content type='html'>Ugh...the Quesadilla Explosion salad I had for supper isn't feeling at home right now.  I'm just hoping it doesn't decide to make an exit any time soon.  My digestive issues aside, things are okay.  After my last post, I'm sure some of you were wondering.  My stepdaughter, Alex, is here and we are very close.  We have been this way since we first met and having her here during the day has lifted my mood.  Other than the fact that I will be crying my eyes out for a week after she goes back home, things are good.  I did end up increasing my medication, which meant I didn't sleep for 3 days, but it's worth it in the grand scheme of things.  There are bigger things than my problems going on right now as well.  I won't get into all of it, but I'll just say that Randy is really stressed and I am worried about him.  It's mostly work related, but he is so hard on himself and he really needs to relax and give it up to God.  Ha, I should take my own advice, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to take some Pepcid and cuddle up with the man himself.  I did watch "Schindler's List" last night which is a good reminder that I have never really had a bad day in my life.  It's a good eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good evening....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115285091313818746?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115285091313818746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115285091313818746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115285091313818746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115285091313818746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/indigestion.html' title='Indigestion...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115228823049282896</id><published>2006-07-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:03:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast or Famine</title><content type='html'>It's always one or the other around here.  At least this summer, anyway.  I either have 3 or 4 children to care for and more activities than I can handle or it's just me and my two children rattling around this house with no reason to get out of our pajamas.  Honestly, I handle the former situation much better.  I am a gem when it comes to chaos.  I have people ask me all the time, "How do you do the summers?  How do you do Christmas?  How do you feed, bathe and bed all those kids?  How do you do all the holiday shopping?" Well, it's a lot of work, but that is where I shine.  I'm all about a flurry of activity.  I'm all about baking cookies, pillow fights, bubble baths, cooking big meals, late night girl talks and I can find, purchase and wrap the 35 odd Christmas gifts with perfect timing and accuracy.  I may be stressed during all this.  I may talk about how busy I am.  I may even border on obsessive perfection in my expectation of myself.  However, I am happy.  I am ecstatic.  I have purpose.  I am doing something that wouldn't get done without me and it feels good.  It's a feast of necessity and rising to the occaision.  What I don't handle so well is the famine.  After the kids are gone, or between their visits this summer, it's all I can do to go a day without crying.  I get so sick of being in the house, but I have no where to go.  I am not good at creating purpose.  Not that I don't have tons to do &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; my house, but that's not exactly what I mean.  I spend the mornings reading, painting, coloring with the kids.  We play word games.  We do flashcards.  We play Hi Ho Cherrio and Chutes and Ladders.  The kids do their chores.  I inspect and praise their work.  I do my chores, although I can't ever seem to get caught up. I am devouring a book a day instead of sleeping.   Maybe it's because I have more time to reflect on my shortcomings.  Maybe I miss the kids.  Maybe I am just spending too much time in my house.  Probably, it's a combination of all these things.  Whatever it is, I am sinking into a depression and I don't want to go there.  Randy wants me to increase my medication, but he doesn't understand that I can't do that.  That will only prove that I am failing at something I should be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is coming today.  I can't wait to see her.  Of course I will pull it together. I have a whole list of things for us to do.  I just wish I wasn't like this.  I wish I wasn't so hard on myself.  I wish I could cut myself the slack I cut others.  Oh well, live and learn.  I will keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115228823049282896?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115228823049282896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115228823049282896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115228823049282896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115228823049282896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/feast-or-famine.html' title='Feast or Famine'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115203145769013753</id><published>2006-07-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T09:44:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Proclamation</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from an MSN article on the royal geneology of us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take King Edward III, who ruled England during the 14th century and had nine children who survived to adulthood. Among his documented descendants are presidents (George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, John Quincy Adams, Zachary Taylor, both Roosevelts), authors (Jane Austen, Lord Byron, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning), generals (Robert E. Lee), scientists (Charles Darwin) and actors (Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, Brooke Shields). Some experts estimate that 80 percent of England's present population descends from Edward III."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this interesting?  Because Alfred Lord Tennyson is my great, great, great uncle.  So, apparently, I am also a descendent of Edward III.  Of course, it also means that I am related to virtually all of England.  So, actually, if we are all royal, then essentially, none of us are. A nice concept on our country's birthday, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July to all of you and although I am bleary eyed from staying up late watching the History channel American Revolution specials, I am feeling pretty good on this special day because I LOVE my country and whether it's my late grandfather who commanded a navy ship in World War II, my great times 6 grandfather who fought the British in 1776, or my Cherokee great grandmother, I am proud of my heritage... and whether your family came over on the Mayflower or you are a naturalized citizen, you can be, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're British, well, don't feel bad.  We're still family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115203145769013753?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115203145769013753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115203145769013753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115203145769013753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115203145769013753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/07/royal-proclamation.html' title='A Royal Proclamation'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115129632362351387</id><published>2006-06-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:29:24.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer So Far</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to be that slow time of year when the pressures are down and the days are so long you have trouble filling them with anything essential, so you end up buffering the dental appointments and ballgames with huge home-cooked meals, lots of homemade ice cream and long spells on the porch swing.  Well, let's just say that around here, summer is the busiest time of year.  Since I know you are all just dying to know how I've spent the last month, let me recap that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was out in mid May, we took a family vacation to Destin, FL and visited with my best friend.  It was the best trip the four of us have ever had.  After we returned home, we had to live with my mother in law for five days while the inside of our house was painted.  When we moved back in, I had to spend several days putting furniture back in place and obsessively scrubbing my bathrooms where the painters had marked their territory in classic canine style.  About this time Marshall came for his visit and Hallie's Bible school began at church.  The next week Ethan, Marshall and I had Bible school where high drama ensued when I didn't make enough bunny rabbit cookies to feed the adult volunteers.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Adults were complaining because they had to eat popcorn and drink water while the children got to eat "cool" snacks and drink grape Kool-aid.  Baffling, huh?  I've taught Bible school for 13 years and never once expected a snack.  Hmm...  Anyway, back to my summer.  My stepdaughter, Jessi, came a couple of weeks ago and Marshall went back home last Thursday.  We left for the beach Thursday afternoon and here I am, home again after an eight hour drive.  Tomorrow Hallie starts art camp and Jessi goes home at the end of the week.  The beach was fun, but we had to stay in Panama City, which isn't the best place to stay with kids...lots of drunk college students and bikers.  We ended up driving into Destin every day to do stuff.  It was kind of a spur of the moment trip.  You know, it's a lot harder to entertain a 13 year old than a 5 year old.  A trip to the Space Center was huge for the little ones.  For a teenager that lives in San Diego where she has a moped, cell phone, laptop and horse, the Space center is just one big yawn.  Don't get me wrong, Jess doesn't put these expectations out there, I do.  I guess I just feel responsible for making every moment the kids are here sensational.  I know that's not possible, but I can't help it.  It's hard to only have them for such a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an excellent drive home today.  I drove the van solo while Randy drove the RV and of course, the kids wanted to ride in it.  That was fine.  I needed some time alone.  I can't remember the last time I was alone.  It felt strange but wonderful.  I took all the backroads and rolled the windows down.  As the pastures and fields and silos went past I felt a strange stirring inside.  I started remembering summers past and somehow it's all tied up with lightning bugs, creamed corn, fried okra, crickets, steamy asphalt, cold rivers, barefeet, church socials, biting into a fresh peach, baiting my hook, huge slices of ice cold ripe tomatoes, squeaky screen doors and snow cones.  It made me long for all of these things and as I drove I hoped that one day my kids will be doing something that brings back similar feelings of nostalgia.  I know some things are different now, but I have such rich and vivid memories...memories that connect me to things far beyond myself.  These are the best kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115129632362351387?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115129632362351387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115129632362351387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115129632362351387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115129632362351387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-so-far.html' title='Summer So Far'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115116166177177697</id><published>2006-06-24T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:07:43.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Town...again...</title><content type='html'>...but I'm not complaining.  We are vacationing with my stepdaughter, Jessi (lives in San Diego), who had never seen the gulf coast.  She loves it and we are having a wonderful time. Of course, it's hard not to love the white sand and emerald water.  I can't believe how fast the summer is going.  It's been a whirlwind!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/jessi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/jessi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie...isn't she a beauty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115116166177177697?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115116166177177697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115116166177177697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115116166177177697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115116166177177697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-townagain.html' title='Out of Town...again...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-115076436193214333</id><published>2006-06-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:46:01.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Kickin'</title><content type='html'>For those of you wondering...yes, I am still alive and no, I haven't given up on blogging.  I'm just consumed with two consecutive weeks of Bible school and the three kiddos at home.  It's been great, though, and now I have my (almost) 13 year old stepdaughter here, too, and we have lots of "girl" plans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just a quickie this time.  I have to get supper on the table and prepare to make 88 "Rosa Rabbits" out of various food items (sugar cookies, apple slices, etc.) for the preschoolers tomorrow.  Hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day!!  Later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-115076436193214333?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/115076436193214333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=115076436193214333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115076436193214333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/115076436193214333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-kickin.html' title='Still Kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114986646647691040</id><published>2006-06-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:21:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am feeling a little better today.  I think yesterday was just the first day of the summer so far where the kids and I have been stuck in the house with nothing to do.  There has been so much going on and we had been so busy that it was somewhat of a letdown to not have something major to accomplish.  I do miss writing and will probably have to start all over with my career in a couple of years, but I wouldn't trade being home for anything.  My kids are growing up so fast and I know I only have a few more years to enjoy this stage of their lives.  I've experienced parenting of preteen/teenagers and lets just say I am content to let that phase wait waaaaaaaaaaaay out there in the distance for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, there are five children in my care which may seem stressful, but actually makes it a little easier.  At least my kids have someone to play with besides each other and me!  I might even get to sort through the pile of mail and target bags on my dining room table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, Marshall will be coming tomorrow so we are all excited about that.  Ethan has been asking for weeks when he'll be here and some times he'll look at me with his bottom lip poked out and say "I miss Marshall, Mama."  He really looks up to his big brothers.  Hallie, of course, loves him just as much, but she can understand the meaning of "one week" or "5 days" a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go check on the kids.  Hallie seems to be holding her own up there with four boys, but then again, when does she ever have a problem with that ;) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114986646647691040?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114986646647691040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114986646647691040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114986646647691040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114986646647691040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114982704061879166</id><published>2006-06-08T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:24:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I keep meaning to write, but I just never have a moment any more.  Who was I kidding when I said I hoped to write more this summer?  That's just not realistic.  I'm either cleaning up a mess while the kids make a new one, at the grocery store, folding laundry or refereeing a squabble.  I am thinking about incorporating a coach's whistle into my daily routine.  Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just feel that all the work I do gets undone in the blink of an eye and leaves me feeling like I have no real purpose.  My writing career has gone down the tubes in the last few years and although it's a sacrifice I chose and want to make, it's still disheartening at times.  Why did I study under some of the best poets in the southeast for four years?  Why did I fall asleep on my keyboard at 3 a.m. every night for two years?  I keep thinking one of these days I'll have more time and it just never happens.  I used to pound out a poem, story or review once a week.  People used to pester me for my writings.  Those days are long gone, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I have a case of the stay at home mom blues.  I couldn't bear to have it any other way, but I just feel this way some times.  Is this normal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114982704061879166?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114982704061879166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114982704061879166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114982704061879166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114982704061879166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/blues.html' title='The Blues...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114939231110073058</id><published>2006-06-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:32:07.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  We are finally back in our house after a two week "vacation" while the interior was painted.  Talk about a mess!  It's amazing how much dust can accumulate in 12 days.  Not to mention the furniture is out of place and the painters "used" our bathrooms and kitchen and let's just say they could use some instruction in cleanliness.  Although the walls look awesome, getting the house livable again is going to take days.  Not that I am complaining...I love our house.  I just stay very busy keeping it in shape and a task like this seems monumental.  It's coming along, though, and I am very excited about the way it looks.  Paint can really change things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news...my stepson, Scott, is doing so great that I have to share.  As some of you know, we have been through a lot with him.  After many attempts to pass his junior year of high school, we finally realized passing his GED was his best option.  He did so very easily since he is quite intelligent.  He tried junior college for a while but that didn't last either.  Finally, he was out on his own living with some friends and going from one dead end job to another.  It was painful for us to know that he was headed down this path, but since he was an adult we were powerless to stop him.  After much prayer, Randy offered him a job a few months ago working with him and, thankfully, he is doing fantastic!  He is also living with some very nice friends (college students we hope will be good influences) and seems to have turned a corner toward maturity.  He really seems happy and to love his job.  Scott and I have always been close and he has been a great brother to Hallie and Ethan.  We are just so happy that he has settled down and is succeeding in life.  Trust me, we spent many sleepless nights worrying our heads off about him and it is so nice to actually breathe a sigh of relief.  I am trying not to overdo it since I know life can change rapidly, but I really feel that this is it for Scott...that he has found his niche.  Of course, Randy is loving it since he gets to see him everyday and I tease them about talking "shop", but I am really proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.  I have to get back to work.  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114939231110073058?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114939231110073058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114939231110073058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114939231110073058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114939231110073058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114903871876525399</id><published>2006-05-30T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:25:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking In...</title><content type='html'>Uh oh, I just don't know if blogging is going to fit into my summer schedule.  Between painting the house, migraines, preparing for VBS, impetigo in Randy's nose and eye and various other daily dramas, it just isn't happening.  I miss it, I really do, but right now we are staying at my mother in law's house while our interior is being painted and that means no internet connection...to speak of, anyway.  I love my MIL dearly, but her house is 1300 square feet and wasn't meant for the five of us.  My 6'4" hubby and I always sleep close, but sqeezing into a full bed wedged in a corner and getting good sleep is asking for too much. I turn my head one way and the wall is in my face.  I turn it the other and my nose is buried in Randy's back or neck, either of which deprives me of oxygen.  There is a fan in there somewhere, but I only feel wafts of it when sit up in bed, which isn't a good way to sleep.  So, needless to say I am tired and irritable.  I am also complaining way too much.  Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is looking awesome, even if the painting is taking forever.  I can't wait for it to be finished.  It needed paint in a very bad way since the original contractor-grade paint had been through 10 kids and 8 years of wear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting ready to celebrate my fourth wedding anniversary next week.  We usually go out of town, but since we just got back I don't think that is plausible. Just an evening and night alone with my sweetheart would be nice, but we'll see.  He always has something special planned. I am the luckiest wife on the planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get back to the 1300 square feet of familial bliss.  Just kidding, it's not that bad...after the RV it feels like a castle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know when I can write again, but maybe it won't be too long.  I hope everyone had a great Memorial weekend.  Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114903871876525399?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114903871876525399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114903871876525399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114903871876525399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114903871876525399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/checking-in.html' title='Checking In...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114827094292259191</id><published>2006-05-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:09:02.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics from Destin, FL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/fam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/kids%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/kids%20beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114827094292259191?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114827094292259191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114827094292259191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114827094292259191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114827094292259191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-pics-from-destin-fl.html' title='Some Pics from Destin, FL'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114806287488936728</id><published>2006-05-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:21:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I got a wild urge today to greatly reduce the stress in my life.  Since the kids have to stay (kidding of course) I decided to get rid of some hair.  It is way shorter than I expected, but I kind of like it.  At least it won't take me 2 hours to dry it any more...hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/haircut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/haircut3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a cheesy self portrait, but it gives you an idea anyway.  I am still in shock that I did this.  I hope I don't regret it in a few hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114806287488936728?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114806287488936728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114806287488936728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114806287488936728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114806287488936728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/yikes.html' title='Yikes!!'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114796960869241845</id><published>2006-05-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:26:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Begins...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I cannot believe this is the last day of school.  Hallie will be here any moment and I am really looking forward to having her home all summer.  Of course, I am sure I will be ready for school to start again come August, but at least for now we have lots of warm (hot) summer days full of swimming, picnics, sprinklers, cook-outs and best of all, sleeping in!!  The summer will also bring all the kids and a few vacations.  We will be going to Florida on Saturday for 5 days.  Here's hoping the RV doesn't break down this time!  Hopefully the summer will also bring a little more time for writing, especially on my other blog. I am waaaaaaaaaaaaay behind on that one.  I also need to focus on my poetry.  It suffers greatly during the school year because it is so time consuming.  I am hoping to have some more things ready for publication by the Fall.  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go wait for the bus.  I hope everyone has a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114796960869241845?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114796960869241845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114796960869241845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114796960869241845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114796960869241845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-it-begins.html' title='So It Begins...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114770676710086342</id><published>2006-05-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:32:43.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I had the best Mother's Day ever yesterday. Randy, being the sweet thing that he is, cooked an entire meal for our family and wouldn't let his mom or I help at all. The food was delicious and it sure was nice having the day off from the kitchen! I also received a potted palm tree and several smaller potted palms for the pool area. They look awesome! Here are pictures from our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/DSC06903.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/DSC06913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/DSC06913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/DSC06907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/DSC06926.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/DSC06926.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114770676710086342?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114770676710086342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114770676710086342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114770676710086342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114770676710086342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114731752099514912</id><published>2006-05-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:18:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Karate Lesson...</title><content type='html'>Today Randy gave the kids their first karate lesson. He is teaching Hallie and Ethan as well as four other children. So far they have learned two stances and two blocks and are very excited with their newfound knowledge.  Of course, it's all sooooo serious, but I think they just look so cute in their gis and I couldn't resist snapping a few pictures.   Shhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/1600/first%20class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/first%20class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/rei.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/320/daddy%20ethan%20karate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114731752099514912?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114731752099514912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114731752099514912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114731752099514912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114731752099514912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-karate-lesson.html' title='First Karate Lesson...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114719176120927845</id><published>2006-05-09T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:22:41.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door is Never Closed</title><content type='html'>I cannot express how much God is blessing me through this book…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Why is it such good news? I never need to fear and say, "Oh, I dare not go to God, because I just told a lie. I just lost my temper. I just deceived that person. Oh, I have no right to ask God to help me now because I failed in that task." If my righteousness comes by my works, then Satan can bar the door to God practically all the time, because I am never doing as much as I feel I should. I am never as good as I know I ought to be. I haven't achieved my super-ego. I haven't lived up to my own standards of what I feel is right. Because I have failed to achieve those ideal standards, Satan will use my failure to keep me from coming to God. "You have no right to ask God to help you when you have just failed Him again. You know your action is displeasing to God, yet you did it anyhow. Now you're in trouble and now you want God to help you. You think He is going to listen to you? No way!"&lt;br /&gt;Satan can always bar the door to God if he can cause me to look within myself and at myself. But if I am looking to Jesus Christ and I realize that I am accounted righteous because of my faith in Christ, Satan can never bar the door.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I am not yet all that God wants me to be. Far from it! But thank God, I am not what I was. Even in my present state of imperfection, God looks upon me and accounts me righteous and holy. That is why I never want to be caught anywhere except in Christ Jesus. We must never see ourselves apart from Him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;From, &lt;em&gt;Why Grace Changes Everything&lt;/em&gt;, By Chuck Smith, &lt;a href="http://www2.calvarychapel.com/?show=Resources.Ebooks.whygracechangeseverything"&gt;http://www2.calvarychapel.com/?show=Resources.Ebooks.whygracechangeseverything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legalism…I have been bombarded with it my entire life.  Yes, I was taught about the grace of God and the plan of salvation, but so much focus was on my behavior, my actions, my SIN, that I always felt this barrier had been placed between me and my Savior.  I  knew that my salvation was through God’s grace and not by my actions, but knowing that and living it are two different things.  I was always taught that yes, grace saved me, but after that it was up to me to live according to certain rules to stay close to God.   If I failed in this (which, of course I would) God would be disgusted with me.  Not that I wouldn’t still be saved, but that, like an angry person (once again, humanizing God), He just wouldn’t be on speaking terms with me.  This set me up for complete failure and alienation from the thing I need more than anything else…communication with God.  Would He really do this?  Save me and then withhold His companionship because I misbehaved?   Of course not, but that is what I believed.  I believed that His grace was only good enough to get me through the gates of Heaven.   To be close to Him and receive His blessings, I had to live up to a standard of righteousness.   But it is through GRACE that we are saved AND that we commune with God.  He looks on us as pure and on our faith as sufficient.   The door is never closed, no matter what we struggle with, if our faith is in Him.  If I can accept this, I know peace will be mine and Satan can no longer prevent me from going to our Lord for any reason at any time.  Who knows what God can do with me if I make myself available?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing myself apart from God, even as a Christian, was self-inflicted punishment for my inability to be perfect…a punishment that goes against the very essence of salvation.  God saved us because He wanted to be close to us, not so that we could spend the rest of our lives trying and failing to earn what we can never deserve.  We must never draw that line between ourselves and our Savior.  It is a line Satan will dance upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114719176120927845?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114719176120927845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114719176120927845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114719176120927845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114719176120927845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/door-is-never-closed.html' title='The Door is Never Closed'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114702014222125156</id><published>2006-05-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:42:22.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are wondering, I am still here.  It's been a strange weekend.  The kids are visiting their grandparents and Randy and I have been doing some spring cleaning, i.e. clearing out closets for a massive transport of stuff to the Salvation Army.  Since we are having our interior painted in a few weeks, we really needed to reduce the amount of "stuff" or "crap", however you want to say it, in our house.  Seriously, I had no idea the amount of things we own that we do not need in any form.  I found my prom dress hanging in my closet.  My prom dress, people.  That was over ten years ago.  What was I saving that for?  Did I think I might throw that on and wear it out to dinner some time?  Then there's the maternity clothes.  Note to self:  hubby had a vasectomy 3 years ago.  I think we can safely say there will not be a need for those any more.  I also found several other useless items:  a busted VCR, half a package of newborn diapers, a half eaten box of valentine candy, a couple of old purses with pieces of petrified chewing gum inside, and several flip-flops without a match.  Of course, that was just my side of the closet.  Randy found all kinds of fun items, including some very "groovy" items of clothing.  Needless to say, this project was way overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really weird not having the kids around.  Not only did I miss them, but I kept feeling like I left them some where.  We'd be in the car and I'd turn around and panic for a second because they weren't there.  I turned the monitor on at night and each morning I woke up thinking, man, they sure are being quiet.  I know we needed this weekend, but I can't help but feel a little empty.  I have never been away from them for more than a couple of days and even that feels like a long time.  On a happier note, have any of you ever seen the movie Napolean Dynamite?  Okay, this is the funniest movie I have ever seen.  I have never laughed so hard in my life.  I mean, this movie is genius.  If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it, but only if you ever had a Trapper Keeper, played tetherball, drew unicorns or ran for class president.   If you didn't, this humor may be over your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114702014222125156?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114702014222125156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114702014222125156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114702014222125156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114702014222125156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114658045471024764</id><published>2006-05-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:34:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>The last two days have been the beginning of a spiritual journey for me...one that I hope is long and fruitful. So many things have been revealed to me about myself and my own frame of mind concerning Jesus and my relationship with Him. So much of my life has been about what I am not...how I have failed others...how I have failed God...what I have done wrong. It was a precept that was hammered into my brain from infancy. I have tried so many times to deserve God's grace, but of course, that never happens. Because of my guilt and feelings of failure to keep His law and my own codes, I maintain this distance from Him. Whether it is hurting someone else or merely praying in the wrong order, I feel that God must be, &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;to be angry with me for my shortcomings. For many years I have started over, tried again, and consistently broken the rules time and time again and ended up right back where I began. This is not the way God intended for me to relate to Him and I know it. I just have to let go of this mindset that somehow God is constantly evaluating me and accept that He is constantly &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; me instead. My children break the rules all the time; does that mean that I would prefer they never talk to me because my disappointment is so great in them? Of course not. That is ludicrous. I know God loves me so much more than I, or any human, can love another person. Surely He desires no less from me, His child. In our humanity, we hang on to our sin like it is something precious. Because, without God's help, we cannot forgive others when they hurt us we feel that God must have the same problem. We are seeing Him as a man instead of the glorious and righteous God that He is. Loving us despite our failures is what He's all about. He doesn't have to work at it the way we do. He doesn't have to remind Himself, "Oh yeah, I forgave her for that. I have to stop thinking about it." It is this awesome love and mercy that is so hard for me to comprehend, but I want to. I want to live a life that is free of rules. I want to live a righteous life because of my immense love for Jesus, not because I am trying to earn anything. I prayed this morning for God's help in this. I need Him to help me understand and accept the depths and permanence of His mercies and love. I asked Him for more. More of what only He can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after my prayer I went to the Calvary Chapel website because they have several devotional resources. This is the first thing I came across. I have never needed to hear something so badly. I know God's hand lead me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.calvarychapel.com/?show=Resources.Ebooks.whygracechangeseverything"&gt;Why Grace Changes Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Paul said in Philippians 3:8-9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ-the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114658045471024764?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114658045471024764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114658045471024764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114658045471024764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114658045471024764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/05/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114628429650524937</id><published>2006-04-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:19:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some fun little blogthings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF8C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed the US Citizenship Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/approved.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you got 9 out of 10 correct!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114628429650524937?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114628429650524937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114628429650524937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114628429650524937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114628429650524937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-some-fun-little-blogthings.html' title='Just some fun little blogthings...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114610513388457154</id><published>2006-04-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:36:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged with this, so here goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"terrace, then entered the Bon Caffe.  I continued to count the bell towers"  Beach Music, Pat Conroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary on the Shroud of Turin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband playing his keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped outside an hour ago getting out of the car.  I had been to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Before you came to this website, what did you look at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An email from my stepdaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans and a pink shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Did you dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course...something about whipped cream.  Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) When did you last laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago when my husband did a Napolean Dynamite impersonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint and windows.  It's a sunroom with very little wall space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepson's myspace page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) What is the last film you saw?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deeply"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house on the Battery in Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Tell us something about you that we don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to carry an Epipen with me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make terrorists disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Do you like to dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) George Bush: is he a power-crazy nut case or someone who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's a human being with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was.  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If I had another girl, she would be Francie, a name from my favorite novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if Hallie had been a boy she was going to be named Hayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) Would you ever consider living abroad? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I love the US of A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114610513388457154?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114610513388457154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114610513388457154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114610513388457154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114610513388457154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-tagged-with-this-so-here-goes.html' title='I got tagged with this, so here goes...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8251282.post-114601640505263503</id><published>2006-04-25T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:53:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie's note to Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3404/550/400/hallies%20note.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hallie knew I didn't feel well today so she wrote me this message on her magnadoodle all by herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I love you, Mom.  I hope you get better."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8251282-114601640505263503?l=babybreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/114601640505263503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8251282&amp;postID=114601640505263503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114601640505263503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8251282/posts/default/114601640505263503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybreaths.blogspot.com/2006/04/hallies-note-to-mom.html' title='Hallie&apos;s note to Mom...'/><author><name>Jana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09415706332461179964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Grfy0p0lzs/TzAcVNa4ZaI/AAAAAAAAIGI/MyokjG8odxw/s220/prof%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
