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term='Grass'/><category term='Casey'/><title type='text'>My Little Miracles</title><subtitle type='html'>To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle. -Walt Whitman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>772</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-778021514814219087</id><published>2012-04-10T22:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T23:11:32.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why we have kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning bathrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><title type='text'>Why we have kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is why we have kids right?  So we don't have to clean the bathrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAoCJ2rnxuU/T4Ud-ghn9EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/OLGHVQ8CmMw/s1600/2012-04-07_10-10-56_695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730019060618884162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAoCJ2rnxuU/T4Ud-ghn9EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/OLGHVQ8CmMw/s400/2012-04-07_10-10-56_695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RIGHT???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMSlAgQ3Axc/T4Ud-bSt-2I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/0WDEeeMtgHA/s1600/2012-04-07_10-12-39_955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730019059214187362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cMSlAgQ3Axc/T4Ud-bSt-2I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/0WDEeeMtgHA/s400/2012-04-07_10-12-39_955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because I can't get Angie's button to work.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/"&gt;SEVEN CLOWN CIRCUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/778021514814219087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=778021514814219087&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/778021514814219087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/778021514814219087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-we-have-kids.html' title='Why we have kids'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAoCJ2rnxuU/T4Ud-ghn9EI/AAAAAAAAEKE/OLGHVQ8CmMw/s72-c/2012-04-07_10-10-56_695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-2008506936062275265</id><published>2012-04-05T21:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T22:05:16.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time for teeth'/><title type='text'>Time for Teeth</title><content type='html'>So for our first stop at the dentist Thomas did amazing, let the hygenist completely clean and count his teeth.  Sat completely still, with a little help from his "bankie" keeping him company he was good to go.  No cavities, good strong healthy teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-dM6vGGCP0/T352yE4FKiI/AAAAAAAAEJs/0q9ZNYhL7Q8/s1600/2012-03-30_14-13-14_757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728146378736347682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-dM6vGGCP0/T352yE4FKiI/AAAAAAAAEJs/0q9ZNYhL7Q8/s400/2012-03-30_14-13-14_757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were worried about Christopher's teeth, with all his asthma problems, with all his breathing treatments, no one told us we needed to rinse his mouth out after each treatment.  But despite it all, he has good teeth and he learned all about how to keep them clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGeyjuA5IEM/T352xQzjZdI/AAAAAAAAEJg/6NtF4g9r68A/s1600/2012-03-30_14-13-22_797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728146364758713810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGeyjuA5IEM/T352xQzjZdI/AAAAAAAAEJg/6NtF4g9r68A/s400/2012-03-30_14-13-22_797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They both have all their teeth and let's hope they won't need braces! At least we have years to save for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now? Bring on the Easter Candy!!!  &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2008506936062275265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=2008506936062275265&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2008506936062275265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2008506936062275265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/04/time-for-teeth.html' title='Time for Teeth'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-dM6vGGCP0/T352yE4FKiI/AAAAAAAAEJs/0q9ZNYhL7Q8/s72-c/2012-03-30_14-13-14_757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-5398176183484173560</id><published>2012-04-02T06:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-02T06:38:00.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories Suite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review and giveaway'/><title type='text'>My Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My memories are my most cherished possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a lot of loved ones in my life and I am so grateful that my mom put together albums of all those times we shared.  They not only exsit in my mind, but also in these albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a great photographer, I'll take pics of anything, but I am horrible about putting them out on print or putting them into albums.  I made a wedding scrap book, it took me about 4 months to do it, and I had a lot of help!  But the shopping for the perfect page, the accessories to accent the picture, the glue....yellowing, non yellowing?  HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given some scrap books after my boys were born and I tried, I really tried to make scrap booking work for me, but it just never took shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now?  I was thrilled when &lt;a href="http://www.mymemories.com/"&gt;My Memories Suite&lt;/a&gt; contacted me to review and giveaway to one of my readers their software.  And as an added bonus, if you don't win, a special promo code, &lt;strong&gt;STMMMS3692&lt;/strong&gt;, that provides a $10 discount off the purchase of the My Memories Suite Scrapbook software and a $10 coupon for the &lt;a id="yui_3_2_0_14_1333341615635412" href="http://mymemories.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;MyMemories.com&lt;/a&gt; store - $20 value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the easiest &lt;a href="http://www.mymemories.com/"&gt;digital scrapbooking software&lt;/a&gt; to use, no more sorting through boxes of paper, looking for the perfect accents....I was amazed at how easy and quick it was to not only put together a single page, but a whole album.  I also made a calendar! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun and they had so much to chose from in their store if I needed something just so.  And all those pics I have on my computer?  They will be in some fun digital scrapbooks, and I can also add music if I so chose! I have a lot to catch up on....so if you excuse me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you go Don't forget to enter the giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="https://www.mymemories.com/store/category_search?search[category]=127"&gt;MyMemories.com &lt;/a&gt;and tell me what photobook template you would love to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, that's all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want additional entries, "Like" &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ErinsLittleMiracles"&gt;My Little Miracles&lt;/a&gt; on facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tweet about the giveaway and mention me (@ErinsMiracles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like &lt;a href="Facebook-" pages="" com="" mymemories=""&gt;MyMemories&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then let me know that you did in a seperate comment and you are all set! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5398176183484173560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=5398176183484173560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/5398176183484173560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/5398176183484173560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-memories.html' title='My Memories'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-1167075044849043633</id><published>2012-03-26T21:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T22:14:47.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy&apos;s Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>One of the cutest movies</title><content type='html'>I recently had the opportunity to review the movie Sammy's Adventure, A Turtle's Tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHD1RdKLwFw/T3FGvL1rSbI/AAAAAAAAEJU/U9AaeU_-NnE/s1600/sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724434377810332082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHD1RdKLwFw/T3FGvL1rSbI/AAAAAAAAEJU/U9AaeU_-NnE/s400/sammy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is absolutely the cutest movie.  You meet Sammy who was born on a beach in Baja and you follow his journey through his life that brings him back to the very same beach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many fun loving characters to meet along the way, his best friend Ray, and his life long love Sally! You will follow him on a Sea Turtle's journey as he faces so many obstacles along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in time for Earth Day 2012, it's a great way for kids to learn about pollution and other things that affect our oceans in a way that they can understand it.  Any movie that has a message conveyed to my children in a fun and educational way, I am a huge fan of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's perfect for "kids" of all ages.  I loved it, found myself not being able to wait to see what was around the next coral reef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With character voices of Melanie Griffith, Kathy Griffin, Tim Curry and Stacy Keach, it's fun for the whole family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find it on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Turtles-Tale-Sammys-Adventures-Blu-ray/dp/B006US3UPS"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A movie was provided to me for my review, all opinions are my own.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1167075044849043633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=1167075044849043633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1167075044849043633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1167075044849043633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/one-of-cutest-movies.html' title='One of the cutest movies'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHD1RdKLwFw/T3FGvL1rSbI/AAAAAAAAEJU/U9AaeU_-NnE/s72-c/sammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-8356066764876939986</id><published>2012-03-20T19:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-20T19:25:24.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>SPRUNG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring has Sprung in these parts despite the colder temps we've had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIW7zJohpA/T2k6o00yuBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/vCe-0NBr5cw/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722169274600175634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIW7zJohpA/T2k6o00yuBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/vCe-0NBr5cw/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poppies!!!!  My favorite flower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722169633485088226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsUPZ1qshOM/T2k69txn5eI/AAAAAAAAEJI/x7PTOwbRlIE/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the leaves are just starting to fill in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 332px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722169262703650514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfbgVEsOpDQ/T2k6oIgcJtI/AAAAAAAAEIw/PqBCLAervFE/s400/DSC_0006%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;And the Flowers are abundant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8356066764876939986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=8356066764876939986&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8356066764876939986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8356066764876939986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/sprung.html' title='SPRUNG!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIW7zJohpA/T2k6o00yuBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/vCe-0NBr5cw/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-6341566436370254357</id><published>2012-03-18T22:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T22:58:04.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Parties'/><title type='text'>Unapproachable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So apparently it's the "thing" to have birthday parties and invite everyone in the preschool!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually do not go to these birthday parties because let's face it, I don't know these kids, I don't know their parents, I have no idea what to buy them for a present, nor do I want to spend a ton of money on it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to invite a single kid from their school for my kids birthday parties.  Just with our friends and their children makes up a party of at least 12 kids.  Then try to add on another 10 to 12 kids from preschool?  No thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I decided I better go to one of these preschool birthday parties, meet some of these kids, meet some of their parents, find out who and what these people are about and why my children come home with certain things their friends tell them at school that their parents say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be the most unapproachable person in the history of the world!  It's either that or I really am a bitch!  So as Christopher is attached to my hip even though these are kids he goes to school with every day, it's a new environment for him, so he's a little shy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try engaging him with kids that I do know, his little kissing friend Amaya, and after a while she gravitates towards him and he towards her.  The only parents aside from the birthday girls mom who said a word to me was the father of his kissy friend, said apparently he needed to meet me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried the "drift in and join a conversation" with all these 20 something mom's with preschoolers and little babies in their arms as well.  And when I sort of laughed and said "Oh yeah I remember when that happened" and they looked at me as if I suddenly came down with a horrible case of the plague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my best friend at this preschool party?  Christopher!  We ate grapes together, we played on the things they had set up together, we had lemonaide together and we ate our pizza and cake together.  And after all was said and done....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't care how I came off looking to them....because to me, I came off as a very involved parent who would rather spend her time with her child on a Saturday afternoon than gossiping and being catty! And to me, and hopefully to Christopher, that's pretty special! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6341566436370254357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=6341566436370254357&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6341566436370254357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6341566436370254357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/unapproachable.html' title='Unapproachable'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-6956953762338962406</id><published>2012-03-13T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T19:43:50.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pour Your Heart Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><title type='text'>What to expect.....</title><content type='html'>This is my 1st time participating in Pour Your Heart Out. &lt;br /&gt;I have read all the time and commented on posts before but really had nothing to pour my heart out about.&lt;br /&gt;Now....I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted before about my oldest son's "issues" with potty training.  He suffered from chronic constipation as a baby and even as a toddler, and he's been fully potty trained on numerous occasions.  And now, he's coming up on his 5th birthday and he's back in pull ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely at a loss.  We have tried everything with him.  I've heard the "don't worry he won't go to kindergarten without being potty trained" Well I beg to differ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also heard, "don't worry, he'll do it when he's ready".  Really?  He's done it before and he's almost 5.  Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry, often.  For one, I feel like a complete failure as a parent.  I can't potty train my son.  I've read every book, I've read every article. I've read blogs, I've read magazines, I've read the "experts" and I have a degree in psychology for Pete's sake.  Can it really be that hard to help my child go poop in the potty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry for him, the fact that his friends make fun of him for smelling or for being a baby.  When I took him into the preschool he is in I walked in and said "Hi I am looking for a place for my almost 4 year old son" She said No problem we have room.  And I literally cried and said "One thing though, he's not potty trained" and she said "No problem" and I cried harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went, and within weeks he was back to being potty trained.  We were thrilled, we had a party we got treats, we did dances.  And now, for months, he's back to pooping in his pants again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a blog post on some one's blog one time about how appalled they were, not that their child had an accident at school, but that they were actually put in school underwear and clothing and it became a joke to them, I sat and cried.  I cried and cried because I thought, how would that mom feel if they had my child.  A child that comes home daily in something other than what he went to school in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a ton of money on underwear that the school proceeds to throw out if they are "soiled".  So now he's back in pull ups, and he could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that he has anxiety about going, he has a deep seeded fear that it's going to hurt his little butt by going poop because he is used to constipation and when he finally would go it was so big it would hurt his butt.  But his diet has changed, he's older and he's regular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry because I don't know how to help him.  I don't know how to explain to him that it's not going to be painful, to tell him that if he goes just one time in a day he won't have the issues that he has.  That the other kids won't make fun of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to expect when you are expecting tells you all kinds of good stuff, and what to expect in your first year tells you even more....but I think I need the book "what to expect when your child won't potty train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's set to start kindergarten in the fall and I fear he won't be potty trained and then what? There aren't many thing that can break me....but this? This has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://thingsicantsay.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/pouryourheart1.png" /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6956953762338962406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=6956953762338962406&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6956953762338962406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6956953762338962406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-to-expect.html' title='What to expect.....'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-6575302704368599192</id><published>2012-03-12T22:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T22:46:01.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate staying at home with nothing to watch'/><title type='text'>Auditioning Laziness</title><content type='html'>I have been so lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a friend said, I have a perscription to be lazy!  I'm recovering nicely, thank you all for the concering emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But among my "travels" while I was recovering, which came down to me spending a week on my couch bored out of my mind trying to find something to watch on Netflix!  But the 2nd week I was asked to come down to audition for the Blog This series with &lt;a href="http://bernthis.com/wordpress/"&gt;Jessica Bern&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun that was, not only seeing Jessica again but also just the whole aspect of going and auditioning and reading lines and remembering lines and all of that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew makes me think of all the excitement and disappointment that goes along with that.  But you may or may not see me in a piece of that series, I'm excited to see the finished product!  And I'm excited for Jessica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if there was just a role for me that was all about being Lazy, I would totally nail it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am getting towards the end of my "recovery", I can't be lazy forever now can I? I have reviews to do and give aways to post that I have been neglecting, so look for those coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And? I'm working with someone on a whole new design!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6575302704368599192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=6575302704368599192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6575302704368599192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/6575302704368599192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/auditioning-laziness.html' title='Auditioning Laziness'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-951688605165275401</id><published>2012-03-02T10:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T10:23:37.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence in the media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking to your children about guns'/><title type='text'>What do you know.....</title><content type='html'>I've kinda been a little MIA this last week and a half haven't I? Well aside from Twitter and FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had surgery last Friday and have been laid up, and when I was first planning my week home I thought I would write several posts, have a bunch just begging to be posted. I had ideas swirling around my head on what I would write. Blog fodder that was just aching to be written. And when the time came, and the quiet hit....I was nothing but bored. All those posts? Gone, forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons playing on the floor with duplo blocks waiting for grandma to come pick them up for school.&lt;br /&gt;And a deeper discussion came out of it, with my almost 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher: Look Mommy, I made a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That's good buddy, (looking at nothing more than an enormous stack of legos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Guns aren't good and you can't bring that to school, you can't bring guns to school can you mommy! (More and statement than a question)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No, Thomas you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Cuz I saw on the TV where some kid brought a gun to school and hurt other kids. Guns are bad and they kill people&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: No Thomas, Guns don't kill people. People kill people with guns. So promise me Buddy if you ever see a gun, don't touch it, tell me or daddy or a grown up. Guns needs to be handled with care and respect. Do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: semi rolling his eyes, yeah don't touch them or it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yeah something like that. When you are old enough Daddy will teach you about guns and the safety of guns. But until then, let's not touch them ok?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Ok mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple things occurred to me,&lt;br /&gt;First, our children are growing up in a world of violence. They tell you not to allow your children to watch violent cartoons, or TV with violence. Yet my son saw a story on the news about a boy who brought a .22 gun to school and shot and killed classmates. And he stopped to listen, and took warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learned, that my son, just shy of 5 years old, is learning about good and bad, right and wrong, and for now? He's choosing the good and the right.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/951688605165275401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=951688605165275401&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/951688605165275401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/951688605165275401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-do-you-know.html' title='What do you know.....'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-2460824821778127657</id><published>2012-02-21T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T16:41:00.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorcycle Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><title type='text'>Motorcycle Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is "Motorcycle Man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uH64h6-NZPA/T0M9EO8eWPI/AAAAAAAAEIY/4Da4AggEqAc/s1600/2012-02-18_09-46-11_252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711475895376435442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uH64h6-NZPA/T0M9EO8eWPI/AAAAAAAAEIY/4Da4AggEqAc/s400/2012-02-18_09-46-11_252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is into all things motorcycle, ALL things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has motorcycle shirts, shoes, sunglasses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day he is putting his shoes on and he says "Everyone is going to think I'm a jerk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To which I replied, "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Because I'm a Motorcycle Man, and Motorcycle men are jerks" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ohhhh I see" I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now where he heard that is beyond me but it sure was hilarious to hear him repeat it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know it won't be long before I'm dealing with bumps, bruises and broken bones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2460824821778127657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=2460824821778127657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2460824821778127657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2460824821778127657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/motorcycle-man.html' title='Motorcycle Man'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uH64h6-NZPA/T0M9EO8eWPI/AAAAAAAAEIY/4Da4AggEqAc/s72-c/2012-02-18_09-46-11_252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-296589195074250694</id><published>2012-02-20T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T22:35:23.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being busy'/><title type='text'>What to do....Pin It</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not really, but I'm gonna be pulling my hair out this week I am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more surgery scheduled for weeks end, and that will put me out of commission for 7 - 10 days at least. And for that time I will be sitting in my own stink doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week is laundry, cleaning, shopping, putting things together, spending time with my boys, oh yeah and working. Why does work always get in the way of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been sleeping horribly! I think I'm going to toss the cat out into the cold if he wakes me up in the middle of the night again with his incessant licking and cleaning! I am so tired I am wide awake as crazy as that sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And? I stupidly didn't heed the advise of others and I looked on Pinterest and now I am drooling over recipes, pineing over dresses and shoes and places to go. I am aspiring to be the photographer I wish I could be and wishing I was smarter and could come up with all these brilliant sayings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I sit around and can do nothing while recovering, you can be sure I will be hanging out on Pinterest and hoping to ignore pain! At least I won't be bored huh?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/296589195074250694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=296589195074250694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/296589195074250694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/296589195074250694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-to-dopin-it.html' title='What to do....Pin It'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-1824299302424608135</id><published>2012-02-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:55:47.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitney Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MamaKat&apos;s Writing Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Greatest Love of All'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Love of All</title><content type='html'>I was 13, and completely knew it all. I had my whole life ahead of me but all I was concerned about was starting the summer by going to Hawaii with my family and spending the rest of the summer at the beach and pool with my best friend. I'd worry about High School later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show them all the beauty they possess inside. Give them a sense of pride to make it easier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the children's laughter remind them how it used to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston as an 8th grade graduation song? Who chose that song anyway? Greatest love of all? What does that have anything at all to do with graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's laughter? We are NOT children, we are so going to be in High School. HIGH SCHOOL, that means we are far from being children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody searching for a hero, people need someone to look up to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Lonely place to be, so I learned to depend on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh because that sounds perfect for a graduation song, don't have friends, don't depend on anyone else because everyone is going to let you down. That's great. Just perfect, send us off into the world of high school and tell us not to depend on the people most important to us, Hello...our friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow, If I fail, If I succeed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least I'll live as I believe, No matter what they take from me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they can't take away my dignity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok really? Who is taking anything from me? They are GIVING me a diploma to move on into high school, and my dignity has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest Love of all, is happening to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found the greatest love of all inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest love of all is easy to achieve &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it clicked! This was the perfect 8th grade graduation song! The next 4 years would be spent learning who I am, what I want and catching a glimpse of what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by standing tall, being proud of who I am, where I come from, standing behind what I believe, and standing up for those that can't stand up for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT Is the greatest Love of All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thanks Whitney, for being a part of my generation, for being a part of my milestone in Life.&lt;br /&gt;I never again questioned why we used that song. And I know it by heart, I've sang it a million times. We were children, and I do remember that laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whitney, I hope you find the Greatest Love of All as you rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1963 - 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1824299302424608135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=1824299302424608135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1824299302424608135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1824299302424608135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/greatest-love-of-all.html' title='The Greatest Love of All'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-2879097910184614597</id><published>2012-02-14T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T14:12:00.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><title type='text'>New Subjects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to think that my photography skills are much better with anything other than very active children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrGxxPbUj_U/TznuGEmdoxI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/woUJWZW7iHw/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708855790750507794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrGxxPbUj_U/TznuGEmdoxI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/woUJWZW7iHw/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Pikachu and his little sister Taz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKrPB-3POIk/TznuFojRsRI/AAAAAAAAEIA/9hdM8pvjbn0/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708855783220949266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKrPB-3POIk/TznuFojRsRI/AAAAAAAAEIA/9hdM8pvjbn0/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or an almost full moon right in the middle of a gorgeous clear day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZ2ZGm3Ogk/TznuFK5Q_hI/AAAAAAAAEH0/BE2laL8dxqM/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708855775260114450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YfZ2ZGm3Ogk/TznuFK5Q_hI/AAAAAAAAEH0/BE2laL8dxqM/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That lead into an amazing sunset sky peppers with clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSXBXLl5goM/TznuEmgu50I/AAAAAAAAEHo/pqLLdTxBkUM/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708855765493540674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSXBXLl5goM/TznuEmgu50I/AAAAAAAAEHo/pqLLdTxBkUM/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sevenclowncircus.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2879097910184614597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=2879097910184614597&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2879097910184614597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2879097910184614597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-subjects.html' title='New Subjects'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrGxxPbUj_U/TznuGEmdoxI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/woUJWZW7iHw/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-7507810101370832350</id><published>2012-02-13T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:53:10.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failed Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Fail</title><content type='html'>Ok I admit it, I hate Valentine’s day, no wait, I take that back, I LOATHE Valentine’s day.&lt;br /&gt;I have never really had a great, fantastic, spectacular Valentine’s day, so I “lost that lovin’ feeling” for the great day of St. Valentine a LONG time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God Bless my husband for always trying to get me a sweet card or some flowers or something. And I love him for that, I truly do. But I think I’d much rather keep my money and let Hallmark have all the 1st loves, and the 1st Valentine’s Day and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am forced with a dilemma. I have to at least give my boys a chance to love Valentine’s Day and hope that after all the candy years wears off that they will love it enough that they will make someone else’s Valentine’s Day super spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the store, looked at all the possible Valentine’s. All the DIY Valentine’s cards and little bags that you can fill with candy and put little cards that have hearts punched out in them and make home made rice crispy treats to put in them and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggh really? I bought Fun Dip, it already has a little place for a name, no stickers, no baggies, no messing with stuff until midnight making sure it’s just right, just for my boys to bring them in and drop them in a bag for a child that will never remember that Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now should I be trying to impress other mothers? Making all these cutesy little bags and stuff? Because to be honest, my kids bring home all their little baggies and I cut off the top, dump the contents into our big candy bowl and toss all the rest. I don't sit and look at all the stuff and say "Oh that is crafty" and "How cute it that". Because me? I am not impressed. And my kids? Could care less, they just want the candy anyway! And I don't have time to compete with all the other mothers who have time during their day to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did I fail miserably?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7507810101370832350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=7507810101370832350&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/7507810101370832350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/7507810101370832350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-fail.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Fail'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-765702796644008519</id><published>2012-02-12T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:37:27.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine tasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wineries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aebelskivers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays in my City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>5 years flew by</title><content type='html'>So the hubs and I just celebrated our 5 year anniversary.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did so by taking a quick little jaunt up the coast to Solvang, minus kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvZbS6qBThE/TzhkMfE7UMI/AAAAAAAAEHE/IgaQXE_Wz_A/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708422693355475138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvZbS6qBThE/TzhkMfE7UMI/AAAAAAAAEHE/IgaQXE_Wz_A/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a quaint little town, windmills and Danish bakeries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVRW3GjNEk8/TzhkMMjF-EI/AAAAAAAAEG4/ZPJ_JpdzWho/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708422688381728834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVRW3GjNEk8/TzhkMMjF-EI/AAAAAAAAEG4/ZPJ_JpdzWho/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of fun little shops to walk through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arJj5S74OOs/TzhkL1Wbh2I/AAAAAAAAEGs/9RadBnBLuDo/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708422682154600290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arJj5S74OOs/TzhkL1Wbh2I/AAAAAAAAEGs/9RadBnBLuDo/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course a million different wineries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlWOl_P6fX0/Tzhjd6tfl_I/AAAAAAAAEGg/A_qNT_2a-y4/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708421893319530482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlWOl_P6fX0/Tzhjd6tfl_I/AAAAAAAAEGg/A_qNT_2a-y4/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a ton of different wine tasting places! And we had a blast tasting wines from all over, all different kinds of climates, and temperatures, learning more and more. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708422695378245634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Czf1Z8i8KRY/TzhkMmnMWAI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/wnFIDTSma7M/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;Oh And? See these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708421878248694962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vpQCp7MyyQ/TzhjdCkU5LI/AAAAAAAAEGI/VmuKGcpBJ44/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to feed them, even though the hubs wanted to go and ride them after wine tasting all afternoon! I settled for just feeding them. Have you ever actually seen one of these up close? They are weird! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z77Zrpb5JI8/Tzhjdk6LdHI/AAAAAAAAEGU/jLnVs3HQiL4/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708421887467156594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z77Zrpb5JI8/Tzhjdk6LdHI/AAAAAAAAEGU/jLnVs3HQiL4/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these? These are &lt;a href="http://www.solvangrestaurant.com/about-aebleskiver/"&gt;Aebelskivers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708426116670025666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhd6hk_QrUg/TzhnTv6t78I/AAAAAAAAEHc/47s8MHPvHS0/s400/2012-02-12_09-28-58_772.jpg" /&gt;They were tastey but overall, I wasn't THAT impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is how we spent our 5 year anniversary and part of our Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/765702796644008519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=765702796644008519&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/765702796644008519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/765702796644008519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-years-flew-by.html' title='5 years flew by'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvZbS6qBThE/TzhkMfE7UMI/AAAAAAAAEHE/IgaQXE_Wz_A/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-5424478799508797173</id><published>2012-02-08T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:01:13.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having 2 living pregnancies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complete Family'/><title type='text'>If you give a woman a pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that all I ever wanted in life was a baby. Just one, after 4 miscarriages, that is all I asked for, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And with that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give a woman a pregnancy and she will be a doubting mess.&lt;br /&gt;The baby will grow and grow and decide that because of her doubting he will come 9lbs 9 oz.&lt;br /&gt;That mom will turn into an emotional madhouse for every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give a mom a baby she will want just a little sleep&lt;br /&gt;Between the sleepless nights and short cat naps she will dream of another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 2nd baby will come, 2 months early at that.&lt;br /&gt;She will then tell herself that she is all done.&lt;br /&gt;And she will lay down to snuggle with her babies and pray that they don't grow up to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she will realize that as they grow they learn how to bicker and fight and whine and pick on each other. And then she will think, I wanted one more why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she will hear two little voices say "I Love you Mommy" and she's remembers when she said If you give a mom a pregnancy, and she will be happy with what she has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5424478799508797173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=5424478799508797173&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/5424478799508797173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/5424478799508797173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-you-give-woman-pregnancy.html' title='If you give a woman a pregnancy'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-2446752832981906120</id><published>2012-02-01T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:42:03.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who is Erin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite pics of me'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>I believe these two pics tell you exactly who I am.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mom, I'm fun, I'm oblivious, as I had NO idea these pics were taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1AN2a_cI3o/TyogjhRsHpI/AAAAAAAAEF8/btTjCwFnrAA/s1600/DL-149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704407672618229394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1AN2a_cI3o/TyogjhRsHpI/AAAAAAAAEF8/btTjCwFnrAA/s400/DL-149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, and I'm hopeful, that better days will come and that I can beat anything life sends my way. That someday I might just figure out this whole parenting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQLLA8E9B8Q/TyogQWnvVZI/AAAAAAAAEFw/YRryuqBzl5U/s1600/photo5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704407343340410258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tQLLA8E9B8Q/TyogQWnvVZI/AAAAAAAAEFw/YRryuqBzl5U/s400/photo5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm young, at least I feel young, I'm full of moxy and a touch of sass, I'm full of smiles and tears, and friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;And these are two of my favorite pics of me, Thanks to my Bestie &lt;a href="http://www.larsensphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maile&lt;/a&gt; and her mad photography skillz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2446752832981906120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=2446752832981906120&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2446752832981906120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2446752832981906120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1AN2a_cI3o/TyogjhRsHpI/AAAAAAAAEF8/btTjCwFnrAA/s72-c/DL-149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-8974512304060085839</id><published>2012-01-31T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:39:46.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>A Hole in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because the sun came right through the hole in the trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtQ8S2-ECp8/TyjBmvmdGVI/AAAAAAAAEFk/-6VzKU2HTnM/s1600/2012-01-28_17-18-16_475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704021799421679954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtQ8S2-ECp8/TyjBmvmdGVI/AAAAAAAAEFk/-6VzKU2HTnM/s400/2012-01-28_17-18-16_475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8974512304060085839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=8974512304060085839&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8974512304060085839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8974512304060085839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/hole-in-one.html' title='A Hole in One'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtQ8S2-ECp8/TyjBmvmdGVI/AAAAAAAAEFk/-6VzKU2HTnM/s72-c/2012-01-28_17-18-16_475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-3596702484325002253</id><published>2012-01-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:09:14.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Droid2'/><title type='text'>Swype Me</title><content type='html'>Anyone use Swype on their smart phone? I was so excited that I was going to get this feature when I actually got my Droid, so excited in fact that I didn't even use it for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy did I love that auto correct on my phone that would text, tweet, facebook or email out something that made NO sense what-so-ever. And you get the response of "huh?" Until you really look at it you really had no idea what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then a friend said "Just use Swype"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure! LOVE TO! It's so easy, just pick what you want to say put your finger on the first letter and move your finger to each letter and TA-DA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh I just love it. Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that Swype reads your mind through your fingertip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, I have a friend her name is Marie, she is the ultimate tree hugger, organic eating, recycling, friend of the Earth you could ever possibly know, and when I swype her name, it comes out "Nature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who has several girls and when she was telling me a story about them, my 1st thought was "What a BRAT" and I tried to type "Oh that is to bad" and it actually came out "Oh that is so brat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, tell me how you really feel. I used swype because it was supposed to be easier but now I am thinking it's a bigger pain, if I don't read my responses to everything with keen eyes, My fingers and swype might type out what my 1st thought was, which isn't always what I want to come out in text, tweet, email or facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use swype? Because I am starting to think this smart phone is smarter than I thought.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3596702484325002253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=3596702484325002253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/3596702484325002253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/3596702484325002253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/swype-me.html' title='Swype Me'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-4595740532011857968</id><published>2012-01-24T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:58:36.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choosing a school'/><title type='text'>School Stupid</title><content type='html'>Are you school stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am. I am pulling my hair out pouring over all the schools in my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when you lived here and you went to that school which followed into this school and then dumped into that high school and you are all set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only deviation from that was a private school, then you could go to anyone you would like, as long as you wanted to pay the money and provide the transportation to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to go to a different public school you had to do all kinds of sheistering to adjust your address, borrow a friends, relatives or random open house to get your child into the school you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? Oh no, you can go to any school you want, whether it’s interoffice, interdistrict, school of choice, out of district. And there are a million schools to choose from. One school has a better lunch program, one has longer recess, one has after school provided to you by the district, another has a private after school care called a homework club. Then there is always the school where the boys and girls club is right next door. Not to mention that some don’t have a primary language of English, or they have ESL's in place. Then don’t even get me started on the Charter and Magna schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged onto the internet to look into what school I want my child to have the best chance at, as we all know not all schools are the same or even teach the same. Sure at the end of their school career they will (should) all learn the same thing, they will all know how to read, write and do math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school can they go through that will take them with the same kids from elementary all the way to High School graduation, versus a elementary school and then have to switch schools and friends and all that in either middle school or high school, some of the toughest times in a tween/teen’s growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school that will give them the best opportunities academically as well as athletically or artistically depending on what they are interested in. So tonight as the innocence is asleep in the other room, I will be scouring the internet and trying to find the best school for my boys to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s most important to you when choosing your child’s school, or did you just pick the school that was closest to your house and in your district?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4595740532011857968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=4595740532011857968&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/4595740532011857968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/4595740532011857968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-stupid.html' title='School Stupid'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-1586974342238206310</id><published>2012-01-18T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:42:28.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MamaKat&apos;s Writing Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacific Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>The Pacific Joy</title><content type='html'>I long for the dampness that weighs heavy when I have a pressing and complex issue lying on my heart. I return to the beach. A place where the waves sing with sympathy and understanding. Where the sand welcomes me as it to say "I've missed you, welcome back". I draw in the sand, doodles that represent the turmoil of my mind. I hug my knees to my chest and I look out along that vast horizon. And suddenly my issue doesn't seem that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When triumph appears, I run to the beach, slide on that wetsuit and jump onto my board, letting the glistening sun blind me and the waves guide me. I feel the waves pump through me like the blood through my heart. I put my knee on my board and push down on the nose, duck diving through the crashing waves, feeling it's power wash over me. A Christening of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy strikes, the salt water soaks up my tears so that no one will notice. I inhale deeply and I smell the salt water like the first rain on the concrete. It fills my lungs and it pulsates through my heart and it fills me, completes me, makes me whole again, if only for a moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I leave it pulls me back, it calls to me. It reminds me that one time when I was young it became a part of me in more ways than one. It reminds me that it will always be a part of me. It reminds me that no matter where I've been, where I am, or where I am going.... I will always come back to the Pacific Ocean, it's only a mere part of what gives me joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mama’s Losin’ It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/workshop-button-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1586974342238206310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=1586974342238206310&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1586974342238206310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1586974342238206310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/pacific-joy.html' title='The Pacific Joy'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-8430376066864596705</id><published>2012-01-17T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:31:05.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas&apos; Tongue'/><title type='text'>Tongues that Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this house if we have &lt;a href="http://www.lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/mouths-that-learn.html"&gt;Mouths that learn &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have tongues that think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRoNxk5oBAc/TxZXmGz5mDI/AAAAAAAAEFY/zWwM2_b7S3E/s1600/2012-01-17_18-22-06_628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698838690658883634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRoNxk5oBAc/TxZXmGz5mDI/AAAAAAAAEFY/zWwM2_b7S3E/s400/2012-01-17_18-22-06_628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When asked this evening while coloring why Thomas' tongue was hanging out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His reply "Because it's thinking"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So whenever he is thinking or constructing or well doing pretty much anything, that tongue is waggin' and he is "thinking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sevenclowncircus.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sevenclownbutton.jpg" width="125" height="125" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="parenting BY dummies" src="http://parentingbydummies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/button125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8430376066864596705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=8430376066864596705&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8430376066864596705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8430376066864596705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/tongues-that-think.html' title='Tongues that Think'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRoNxk5oBAc/TxZXmGz5mDI/AAAAAAAAEFY/zWwM2_b7S3E/s72-c/2012-01-17_18-22-06_628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-1444727245989390123</id><published>2012-01-15T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:30:32.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toy Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The things my children repeat'/><title type='text'>Mouths that learn</title><content type='html'>When the boys started talking and repeating things we said, my husband and I made a bet as to who would say the first cuss word and after whom. And I think I lost that bet the minute my oldest at about 18 months dropped something out of the high chair, looked over the edge and said "Shit"&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I need to curb my frustration using more positive words. The fact that he used it in a correct way at 18 months was mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now comes the how do I explain to an 18 month old that he can't say that word because it's bad?&lt;br /&gt;The answer....you don't, you just said "Hey don't use that word" To which he repeated time and time again for months. Reminding me over and over again that I lost that bet, love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next child, next word....Idiot. While sitting at a make shift drive in movie in the parking lot of the local high school they couldn't figure out how to get everything working all at once, the sounds, the picture and the volume. After being told that when it got dark the movie would start, Christopher gets frustrated that the movie isn't coming on to which he shouts "Come on you idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we laugh, what were we supposed to do? We were thinking the same thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for months he called anyone and everyone an idiot. That, once again was all me, because I am a skilled driver and everyone around me is just an idiot, he would proceed to tell me the same thing I told him, "Don't say that word, it's a bad word"&lt;br /&gt;To which my reply would be "Right, I won't say that anymore" And I wouldn't, at least until the next idiot cut me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they got into Toy Story, and they repeatedly would call people, like mom and dad among them, idiots, morons and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAB-U-LOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at a light in the car listening to the radio, sort of, mostly I was thinking about all I needed to get done and I hear my little one in the back "Shut Up and Drive" to which I immediately looked up at the light that was green and I thought, my kid just told me to shut up and drive. And I immediately said "Hey you don't say that, that's not nice" and he said "it's on the song mommy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am thinking, I might have lost the bet, but if anyone claims that it's my fault for the mouths on my boys, I'm calling BS, it's Toy Story and Rihanna that have taught my kids to have these mouths!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1444727245989390123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=1444727245989390123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1444727245989390123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/1444727245989390123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/mouths-that-learn.html' title='Mouths that learn'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-8504228416968303348</id><published>2012-01-12T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:07:52.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asthma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher'/><title type='text'>Stick a fork in me</title><content type='html'>I am completely spent. 100% completely spent, stick a fork in me I'm done, I can take no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This adorable-I-just-got-my-hair-cut-and-she-put-gel-in-it little boy went from this epitome of cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_J-ri6yC0Y/Tw_Urslgs5I/AAAAAAAAEFM/6tHyM8OYsRo/s1600/2012-01-08_11-42-13_749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697005900814922642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_J-ri6yC0Y/Tw_Urslgs5I/AAAAAAAAEFM/6tHyM8OYsRo/s400/2012-01-08_11-42-13_749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To this horrible, evilness of asthma stricken, hospital bound, pneumonia brewing, fluid in the lungs, non breathing, always coughing, can't catch his breath, fever blistering no sleep little baby I once held in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQtl518X0kQ/Tw_UrYSWEKI/AAAAAAAAEFA/tepz_xohnd4/s1600/2012-01-09_20-41-41_683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697005895365824674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQtl518X0kQ/Tw_UrYSWEKI/AAAAAAAAEFA/tepz_xohnd4/s400/2012-01-09_20-41-41_683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though he is not yet back to normal, he still has fluid in his lungs, he is still on a million different meds, he still has yet to go back to school as he can't walk down the street 4 houses without having an attack. But he is FINALLY able to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture he was sleeping sitting up next to me as that is the only way he could sleep without coughing his little lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_4rDuGcPY0/Tw_UrPUYS-I/AAAAAAAAEE0/gReVk7gdwb0/s1600/2012-01-10_20-01-42_295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697005892958440418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_4rDuGcPY0/Tw_UrPUYS-I/AAAAAAAAEE0/gReVk7gdwb0/s400/2012-01-10_20-01-42_295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But he is finally able to sleep. And I am just done. Not to mention my own medical issues that I am dealing with. I just want to hide in a hole for a year and sleep! Wake me when the world looks normal again please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do without my friends who were there to commiserate with me and help me cope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it the weekend yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8504228416968303348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=8504228416968303348&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8504228416968303348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/8504228416968303348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/stick-fork-in-me.html' title='Stick a fork in me'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_J-ri6yC0Y/Tw_Urslgs5I/AAAAAAAAEFM/6tHyM8OYsRo/s72-c/2012-01-08_11-42-13_749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608460344879496097.post-2733643074625755850</id><published>2012-01-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:31:26.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gingerbread houses after Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays in my City'/><title type='text'>Is it too late for Gingerbread?</title><content type='html'>Is it too late for Gingerbread houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We FINALLY got around to doing our Gingerbread houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMn7eNYfNSA/TwprRWqZN4I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/WTOolfBJyrc/s1600/2012-01-07_10-23-36_149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695482624648755074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMn7eNYfNSA/TwprRWqZN4I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/WTOolfBJyrc/s400/2012-01-07_10-23-36_149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ED1BiZimhg/TwprRHyb5tI/AAAAAAAAEEE/WtUkP9Nljnw/s1600/2012-01-07_10-22-36_968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695482620655953618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ED1BiZimhg/TwprRHyb5tI/AAAAAAAAEEE/WtUkP9Nljnw/s400/2012-01-07_10-22-36_968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then of course they wanted to eat them....I looked at them and I said I don't think they are edible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing they don't read, because the box says "100% Edible" and I immediately said Yep....it says right here NOT Edible. Opps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you kidding? Do you know what that amount of sugar would do to my kids? I think on the side of that box in the ingredients were Sugar and coloring, that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And aside from watching Daddy's team lose in the wild card spot in OT, it's been rather lazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unknownmami.com/category/sundays-in-my-city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Unknown Mami" src="http://www.unknownmami.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SIMC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2733643074625755850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6608460344879496097&amp;postID=2733643074625755850&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2733643074625755850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608460344879496097/posts/default/2733643074625755850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifestiniestmiracle.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-too-late-for-gingerbread.html' title='Is it too late for Gingerbread?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdVq5ATQB_Y/TmXBYYWoZ3I/AAAAAAAADlo/rEPHbU_L8JE/s220/e-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xMn7eNYfNSA/TwprRWqZN4I/AAAAAAAAEEQ/WTOolfBJyrc/s72-c/2012-01-07_10-23-36_149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>