<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:04:45.419-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='career'/><category term='faith'/><category term='wfmw'/><category term='family'/><category term='gardening'/><title type='text'>A Mom's Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-657273070668175806</id><published>2009-11-23T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:56:22.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Retail Experience</title><content type='html'>I've read a lot of blog posts lately where people are venting about negative retail experiences.  I figure in all fairness, I should probably share my positive experience from today.  In early October, we bought a London Fog coat from Bon-Ton.  About a week ago, the zipper on the coat broke.  I still had the receipt for some reason, so I took the coat in and requested an exchange.  I felt it was warranted, but didn't really expect to get it.  The coat, although only 6 weeks old, showed obvious wear and very little love.  I expected to leave there with nothing to show for it, but at least know that I tried, and end up paying to have someone put a new zipper in it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I left with a new coat!  It made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-657273070668175806?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/657273070668175806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=657273070668175806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/657273070668175806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/657273070668175806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/11/positive-retail-experience.html' title='Positive Retail Experience'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1849957091803440370</id><published>2009-11-22T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:46:30.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption</title><content type='html'>I recently had a conversation with a woman regarding adoption.  She is in the position where she and her husband have been discussing it as a possible option.  However, she is afraid to pursue it.  What if after they adopt, she and her husband are able to conceive?  She is afraid that she won't love the child the same.  She's heard of it happening and wonders, "Does it make a difference?"  She's decided for herself that it would surely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make some sort of difference.  She longs to share that bond with a child that you can only experience when you carry that child.  She wonders how anything could compare to that bond.  She doesn't doubt that you can love an adopted child.  She even acknowledges that you can love the child just as "much" for all outward appearance, but surely you feel something different for a child that you carried and bore.  How could the adopted child bear to grow up faced with that difference every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wanting to share my experiences with her.  I wanted to shout that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;of course&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you love them just as much.  Doubts as to whether she would really be interested in my story kept me from sharing.  For you see, I haven't ever really been in that situation.  I've never adopted a child.  My circumstances are similar, but it's not the same.  Then a mutual acquaintance suggested that I might have some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she's right, she &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love the children differently.  I have three biological children and I love each of them in different ways and have different emotional responses to each, but I'm sure any mother with more than one child has told her the same thing.  However, I also have another child.  She isn't mine.  She will most likely never be mine, but she feels like she is mine all the same.  And I do love her.  Oh, how I love her.  I didn't love her the moment that I first saw her - I didn't know that I would have to.  But the time came when I realized that she needed someone to love her.  She was 3 weeks old, tiny, sick and needed someone to put her first, ignore the risks and just open their heart...and I was the only mother in the room.  I can't say that I freely did so, it was terrifying, but I did it all the same.  I was her mother for 18 months, then I had to give her back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that the cold, hard truth is that with every child, natural or adopted, you have to decide to love them.  You simply have more time to do that before you meet the child with the children that you carry.  In some cases, that is truly lucky for the child!  (Let me tell you about the first few weeks with my middle child sometime!)  But whether it is a magical moment when you first see the child or a  gradually growing bond, in the end, love is love is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't to say that I don't feel incredibly blessed that I was able to have children naturally.  I do acknowledge that it is different.  I enjoy seeing my husband, myself and other relatives reflected in my children.  I was a big believer in nurture over nature in that age old debate, but many of those beliefs have been turned on their head as I saw facial expressions and personality traits that had to be inherited making an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I don't love "my" children because they remind me of someone.  I love them for who they are.  And I love the child that isn't really "mine" for the same reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1849957091803440370?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1849957091803440370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1849957091803440370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1849957091803440370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1849957091803440370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/11/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6338926054777205025</id><published>2009-11-18T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:33:29.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Everyone else is jumping ahead to Christmas and completely skipping over Thanksgiving.  I'm trying to live in the moment, but am also guilty of skipping ahead myself...but a little farther ahead. After losing weight, the most common New Year's Resolution that I hear from friends and acquaintances is to get organized.  I've been in a mood lately to declutter and get things back on track.  I tried to take it easy and let it go...and I think we've gone a little too far.  I could procrastinate and put this off until the New Year, but that's what got me into this mess.  So instead, if I get started now (even if it's out of necessity - where ARE we going to hide those Christmas gifts?), perhaps I'll be done with mine before the new year even starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6338926054777205025?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6338926054777205025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6338926054777205025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6338926054777205025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6338926054777205025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-5683352069529137414</id><published>2009-08-22T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:35:36.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Close</title><content type='html'>My kids have two more weeks of summer before it's time to head back to school.  Seems like it flew by, it was so full of week-long events.  (VBS, camp, vacation, surgery)  And it rained so much!  It seems like there was little time left for those little moments.  The moments where they can just cut loose and be kids and let the sun warm them over.  Moments where they just feel so happy and content.  That's what I wish for my kids these last two weeks.  More moments like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SpBWfbv9BWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pYbtdBUGEek/s1600-h/IMG_0107_bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SpBWfbv9BWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pYbtdBUGEek/s320/IMG_0107_bw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372889453477823842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-5683352069529137414?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5683352069529137414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=5683352069529137414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5683352069529137414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5683352069529137414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-close.html' title='Summer&apos;s Close'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SpBWfbv9BWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pYbtdBUGEek/s72-c/IMG_0107_bw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-7693116247950681198</id><published>2009-07-30T13:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:03:04.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now We Can Breathe...</title><content type='html'>We made it through the procedure with flying colors.  Two days later and our biggest problem is keeping the kid off of his bike and off of our ceiling.  I think it will still be a few weeks before I can rest easy, assured that there aren't going to be any complications...there sure was a long list of them and all "less than 1 to 2 percent" and it seems like all those "less than 1 to 2 percents" sure add up to something higher!  But God is faithful and I am trying to relax.  Maybe if I get back to my neglected garden it will help! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SnHgB3DmV7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jqc5aRsrARo/s1600-h/IMG_0112_cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SnHgB3DmV7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jqc5aRsrARo/s320/IMG_0112_cropped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314953738508210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kiddo about 36 hours post-op...back to his usual self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-7693116247950681198?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7693116247950681198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=7693116247950681198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7693116247950681198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7693116247950681198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-now-we-can-breathe.html' title='And Now We Can Breathe...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SnHgB3DmV7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/jqc5aRsrARo/s72-c/IMG_0112_cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1477393778191926772</id><published>2009-07-26T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:27:28.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>6 years ago, an ultrasound tech was looking nervous and re-doing images, trying not to let on that anything seemed amiss.  Two months later, we had our baby boy and about two weeks after that, we found out that there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; been something amiss.  He had a small hole in his heart.  We're finally going to be closing that hole on Tuesday.  While we'll be glad to get this behind us, we (or at least I) will be needing some prayers for the next few days.  Because as if that wasn't enough to be going on, my allergies are acting up and the weather is all screwy trying to trigger my migraines...and I have to be better because my baby needs me...this baby....because in my mind he's still only this big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sm0Pfj0jAUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/teuqGeoCsMg/s1600-h/100_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sm0Pfj0jAUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/teuqGeoCsMg/s320/100_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362959766134128962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1477393778191926772?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1477393778191926772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1477393778191926772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1477393778191926772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1477393778191926772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sm0Pfj0jAUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/teuqGeoCsMg/s72-c/100_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1627691716033156153</id><published>2009-06-04T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:31:43.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Veggies of the Season!</title><content type='html'>We got our first veggies from the CSA today.  I can't believe how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;we got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 radishes (or turnips, but we chose radishes)&lt;br /&gt;small handful of pea shoots (mmmmm!  who knew?)&lt;br /&gt;bunch of kale&lt;br /&gt;2 heads of bok choy&lt;br /&gt;1 head broccoli&lt;br /&gt;3 heads of leaf lettuce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb broccoli rabe&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb mizuna?&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb spinach&lt;br /&gt;1 lb mixed greens (choice of baby tatsoi, arugula and 2 others...)&lt;br /&gt;7 sprigs savory&lt;br /&gt;2 sprigs sage&lt;br /&gt;we also could have a baby bok choy, but there weren't enough for everyone and we have some of those in our garden here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a much more promising start than I was anticipating.  And the pea shoots were such a surprise.  Can't wait to see what other surprises are in store. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sih1ZFPA8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/b_J-RyFokb0/s1600-h/IMG_0052+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sih1ZFPA8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/b_J-RyFokb0/s320/IMG_0052+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343650031637427170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1627691716033156153?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1627691716033156153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1627691716033156153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1627691716033156153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1627691716033156153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-veggies-of-season.html' title='First Veggies of the Season!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/Sih1ZFPA8-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/b_J-RyFokb0/s72-c/IMG_0052+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-7262604067682827794</id><published>2009-04-17T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:06:05.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Day Care</title><content type='html'>The kids were off school today, but I had to work.  So...they were stuck home with Daddy all day.  What is a kid to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SeknbLipLJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0BCSJvKYSps/s1600-h/IMG_0014+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SeknbLipLJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0BCSJvKYSps/s320/IMG_0014+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325831382250368146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-7262604067682827794?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7262604067682827794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=7262604067682827794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7262604067682827794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7262604067682827794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddy-day-care.html' title='Daddy Day Care'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SeknbLipLJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/0BCSJvKYSps/s72-c/IMG_0014+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6619100921254166570</id><published>2009-03-22T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:29:47.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Baby in My Tummy!</title><content type='html'>That's the game that has been played constantly at our house the past week.  I am refusing to participate - it's just the children.  (Almost had you there, didn't I?)  It started last Saturday at lunch when they all wanted to hear about when they were "a little baby in your tummy".  So...we went through them all one by one.  It's funny to hear their different takes on it as they reenact it...too varied and too precious to share in detail.  But that half hour of conversation has provided a week of growing closer, sharing memories and finding myself remembering details long forgotten.  If you haven't walked down that memory lane with your kids recently, I highly recommend it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6619100921254166570?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6619100921254166570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6619100921254166570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6619100921254166570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6619100921254166570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-baby-in-my-tummy.html' title='There&apos;s a Baby in My Tummy!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4725856065927939803</id><published>2009-03-20T15:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:47:56.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Sight</title><content type='html'>I'm torn.  I don't know which sight is more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son folding his own laundry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScPrdv7ckOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_L301sc1DrM/s1600-h/IMG_0031_cropped+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScPrdv7ckOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_L301sc1DrM/s320/IMG_0031_cropped+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315350881541853410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;My tomatoes growing strong and some peppers already re-potted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScPrjXHs6yI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4nFRlF7CecI/s1600-h/IMG_0037+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScPrjXHs6yI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4nFRlF7CecI/s320/IMG_0037+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315350977961585442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScProQQoKVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YOtLUkbfzdA/s1600-h/IMG_0040+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScProQQoKVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YOtLUkbfzdA/s320/IMG_0040+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315351062019320146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4725856065927939803?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4725856065927939803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4725856065927939803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4725856065927939803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4725856065927939803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-sight.html' title='A Beautiful Sight'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/ScPrdv7ckOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_L301sc1DrM/s72-c/IMG_0031_cropped+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-5009228863478898438</id><published>2009-03-17T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:48:31.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Leprechauns are NOT real!</title><content type='html'>The conversation in the minivan on the way home today went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "...and then the leprechaun left DINOSAURS on my chair and he gave us suckers and sunglasses and...(more and more and oh so much about leprechauns!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What a fun day!  It's nice that your teachers work so hard to make your day fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "The teachers didn't do it, the leprechaun did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "But you know that leprechauns aren't real - they're just pretend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna: "Come on!  Are you crazy?  Miss Sandy found a real live one upstairs.  He was so little.  You've gotta be kidding me."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part is word-for-word - it really struck me.  Not just because my almost 4 year old was sounding like a pre-teen, but because my daughter comes from a family that does not do Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny.  We celebrate those occassions, just without the mythical figures.  I didn't even realize that Leprechauns were an integral part of St. Patrick's Day.  But here she is, thinking that I am the one telling her stories, trying to make her believe that something that was so fun is not true.  It really bugged her.  She's asked me twice since we got home to confirm that leprechaun's really are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like our daycare, but I really wish they didn't put me in these awkward situations where I have to choose between lying to my daughter and breaking her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-5009228863478898438?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5009228863478898438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=5009228863478898438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5009228863478898438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5009228863478898438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/leprechauns-are-not-real.html' title='Leprechauns are NOT real!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1172553595380539656</id><published>2009-03-15T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:48:46.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Dinner Drag</title><content type='html'>I love cooking...but I hate preparing meals.  I truly love cooking.  I love looking for an interesting recipe, getting all the ingredients, preparing it and presenting it to my family.  But weeknight dinners?  Ugh.  It's getting really bad.  My poor husband has been working insane hours to provide for our family and I can't even manage to cook him a decent dinner most nights.  It's terrible of me, I know.  I find myself starting to say I can't help it, but that's not really true.  I also have a long list of excuses ready - really good excuses.  Things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to get the meat out to thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The meat I got out 3 days ago and kept putting off cooking has now spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The produce that I needed has spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the 10 ingredients I &lt;bold&gt;need&lt;/bold&gt; for that dish has been used for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just got home from (insert lesson here) and it's only 45 minutes until dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids won't eat it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think a migraine is coming on (happens about twice a month, but this one makes a more frequent appearance, I'm afraid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd hate for my favorite local restaurants to go under due to the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Nearest child) needs some "mommy time", and really, isn't that more important than a home cooked meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kitchen is too dirty - I need to clean it first and there simply isn't time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All valid excuses...right?  Regardless of the reasonable nature of the excuses, the fact of the matter is that I really SHOULD be cooking dinner rather than making the poor man pick up dinner on his way home after a very long day or just throwing something together that the kids will possibly eat and he will definitely not enjoy.  I tell myself it will get better when summer comes and we have the fresh produce and the grill available.  What a shame June is such a long way off.  For the sake of our health, our budget and most importantly, portraying to my husband how loved he is, I am now on a journey to improve my stats in the kitchen.  I'd give some hard figures here, but I'm just too ashamed to admit the current state of affairs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1172553595380539656?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1172553595380539656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1172553595380539656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1172553595380539656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1172553595380539656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinner-drag.html' title='Dinner Drag'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-9203699051167061878</id><published>2009-03-08T10:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:49:00.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening Season Has Officially Begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPcHuExYtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/as-Ljuc8704/s1600-h/IMG_0017-1+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPcHuExYtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/as-Ljuc8704/s320/IMG_0017-1+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830410785186514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, I declare it has.  For me, anyway.  You can do what you want. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have our chilis started, and I also jumped the gun on some Thai Basil...hoping I can get it going good indoors as it would surely add a lot to all the Thai cooking we've been doing lately.  This week, I'll be starting the tomatoes and maybe getting the peas planted.  One of the nice things about the raised bed gardening is being able to get a jump start, as they thaw pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get going full steam on the seedlings in the basement, I need to CLEAN the basement.  Too many spiders currently residing in there now for me to want to go down and check on things as often as I should.  That's where shop vacs come in handy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-9203699051167061878?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9203699051167061878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=9203699051167061878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9203699051167061878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9203699051167061878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/gardening-season-has-officially-begun.html' title='Gardening Season Has Officially Begun!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPcHuExYtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/as-Ljuc8704/s72-c/IMG_0017-1+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-9203265785550728579</id><published>2009-03-08T10:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:49:25.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What does this say about me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPZ6EV-jFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k2-CqcoOFGM/s1600-h/IMG_0004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPZ6EV-jFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k2-CqcoOFGM/s320/IMG_0004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310827977221508178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of mother would leave her baby's arm stuck in a bus, just to catch a cute picture?  After several minutes (and several photos), we were able to free his hand.  I'm not a monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-9203265785550728579?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9203265785550728579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=9203265785550728579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9203265785550728579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9203265785550728579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-this-say-about-me.html' title='What does this say about me?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SbPZ6EV-jFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k2-CqcoOFGM/s72-c/IMG_0004+%5BDesktop+Resolution%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4784739949352351900</id><published>2009-01-18T16:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:49:53.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>How do my kids spend a Sunday afternoon?  Playing in the street, of course.  With all the snow we've had and temps too cold to melt any of it, the snow pile in the cul-de-sac is larger than usual.  How could we resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOmYq1oHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6NQ6PUADZI/s1600-h/IMG_0008_cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOmYq1oHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6NQ6PUADZI/s320/IMG_0008_cropped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292756929836751922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnCoT-jvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v-nEmJIw4UQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnCoT-jvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v-nEmJIw4UQ/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757650713251570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnvWCa_NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WMeVCqHMBsk/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnvWCa_NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WMeVCqHMBsk/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758418901892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOm0s3kxtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/buMriB4QX98/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOm0s3kxtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/buMriB4QX98/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757411418130130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOmkZpHLjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G4MeHwVhuGE/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOmkZpHLjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G4MeHwVhuGE/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757131379289650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnSg3nIBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qyJlSCYxCTs/s1600-h/IMG_0038_cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOnSg3nIBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qyJlSCYxCTs/s320/IMG_0038_cropped.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292757923593134098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4784739949352351900?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4784739949352351900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4784739949352351900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4784739949352351900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4784739949352351900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXOmYq1oHDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i6NQ6PUADZI/s72-c/IMG_0008_cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-8587207506816092417</id><published>2009-01-17T17:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:33:24.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Pollution</title><content type='html'>I think if I simply stopped cooking steaks inside, it would go far to reduce the air pollution in my neighborhood.  I knew it was smoky inside, but didn't realize just how bad it really was until looking at the pictures I took while I was cooking.  No, the camera wasn't off, it was working fine.  There really was that much haze in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXJa6V6yheI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WODVKk6CQMo/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXJa6V6yheI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WODVKk6CQMo/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292392470476391906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;By the way...don't you just LOVE her "Dwight bangs"?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-8587207506816092417?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8587207506816092417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=8587207506816092417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8587207506816092417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8587207506816092417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/01/air-pollution.html' title='Air Pollution'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SXJa6V6yheI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WODVKk6CQMo/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-8645671172921730769</id><published>2009-01-13T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:50:07.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening in January</title><content type='html'>OK, so maybe I'm doing more dreaming about gardening in January than actual gardening.  Anything to get through these long, cold months.  How my husband can love this time of year so much is beyond me!  As I mentioned, we went to the meeting for the new CSA starting up just around the corner this year.  Unfortunately, that merely whet my appetite to get in the dirt, but right now it is only about 9 degrees out.  In the meantime, I've been looking over online seed catalogs, planning my garden grid and updating my spreadsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all dying to see what we'll be growing this year, so here goes (in the number of "squares", since we do square foot gardening.  Some are one plant per square, some 4, some 9...onions I just throw in and see what sticks):&lt;br /&gt;3 Genovese Basil&lt;br /&gt;2 Thai Basil&lt;br /&gt;2 Cilantro&lt;br /&gt;1 Chives&lt;br /&gt;1 Garlic Chives&lt;br /&gt;1 Sage&lt;br /&gt;14 green beans&lt;br /&gt;3 Bok Choy&lt;br /&gt;7 Brussels Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;4 Carrots (stubby round ones - for snacking while the kids are outside playing)&lt;br /&gt;2 Chinese Cabbage&lt;br /&gt;14 Peas &lt;br /&gt;4 New Mexico Improved Chiles&lt;br /&gt;4 Anaheim College Chiles&lt;br /&gt;4 Mayo Chiletepine Chiles&lt;br /&gt;2 Scallions&lt;br /&gt;3 Shallots &lt;br /&gt;2 Swiss Chard &lt;br /&gt;2 Heirloom Beefsteak Tomatoes (Black from Tula)&lt;br /&gt;2 Heirloom Beefsteak Tomatoes (Bloody Butcher)&lt;br /&gt;2 Heirloom Cherry Tomatoes (Yellow Pear)&lt;br /&gt;2 Heirloom Cherry Tomatoes (Koralik)&lt;br /&gt;7 Heirloom Plum Tomatoes (Spitze)&lt;br /&gt;1 Turnip Greens (for our bunny, Spy)&lt;br /&gt;2 Butternut Squash&lt;br /&gt;3 Delicata Squash&lt;br /&gt;2 Autumn Cup Squash&lt;br /&gt;2 Sunshine Squash&lt;br /&gt;2 Acorn Squash&lt;br /&gt;3 Spaghetti Squash&lt;br /&gt;4 Sugar Baby Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 different veggies.  The CSA will hopefully be duplicating everything in one form or another, and perhaps I won't plant so much next year, but I'm just not ready to trust it entirely.  We aren't planting any of the things that I can never keep up with - such as the greens that seem to bolt as soon as I've turned my back - or any sweet bell peppers (mine are always so tiny and slightly bitter).  We'll just have to trust that all will go well and we'll have a steady supply of those.   Even when the CSA we have selected has proven itself, there are some things I'm just not sure we'll get enough of to put up for the winter to provide for our family.  I'll probably always grow tomatoes and peas and winter squash.  We don't put up Brussell Sprouts, but we sure do eat quite a few, so now that we know how easy those are to grow, we'll probably always have a few of those going, too.  We can eat the roasted sprouts like popcorn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to order the few seeds that I don't have leftover from last year and be patient until mid-February to get the chiles started and mid-March for the rest.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-8645671172921730769?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8645671172921730769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=8645671172921730769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8645671172921730769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8645671172921730769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/01/gardening-in-january.html' title='Gardening in January'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-3706278258651181645</id><published>2009-01-08T15:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:50:25.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Seems like life's been happening so quickly, I haven't had time to post.  But that's not entirely true.  I've still found time to play computer games in the wee hours, but by then I just don't feel like thinking to post.  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays were good - lots of family time and loads of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kid had pneumonia and another an asthma episode, so two out of three are on meds for the winter.  But the asthma is under control now, so all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the snow - we had a BLAST last weekend.  We invited 5 other families from church who all have kids the same ages as ours to go sledding at a nearby park.  All totaled, there were 26 - 10 adults and 16 kids ages 2-11.  After sledding, we all came back here for pizza, cocoa and popcorn.  What a great way to spend the day.  And what a blessing to have such a large group of friends with such well-behaved kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, we went to a meeting about a local CSA that is starting up soon.  (Mud Creek Farm - &lt;a href="http://www.mudcreekfarm.com"&gt;check it out!&lt;/a&gt;)  We couldn't be more excited about this venture.  And it is only 2.2 miles from our house, so we'll be able to be very involved if we choose to be.  We'll still be growing our own garden, but we'll be able to focus our efforts on the things that we just HAVE to have and the things that I put up for the winter.  Don't worry, I'll be posting on that effort as it gets under way.  I've been poring over my spreadsheets and seed catalogs the past week or so getting ready to get started.  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm re-reading Barbara Kingsolver's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Animal-Vegetable-Miracle-Year-Food/dp/0060852569/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1231449583&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/a&gt;.  I didn't do great at putting up a lot to get us through the long winter, but we do have some.  So about 1/4 of our vegetable consumption this winter will be from local produce.  We still have plenty of winter squash just waiting to be gobbled up and bags upon bags of plum tomatoes in the freezer begging to be used or turned into sauce.  Then some fruit, whole, diced or roasted peppers of several varieties and even a little bit of corn.  Not to mention the jams, which aren't going down quite as quickly as I anticipated.  Anyone need some Mulberry jam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-3706278258651181645?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3706278258651181645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=3706278258651181645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3706278258651181645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3706278258651181645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-179683638944529079</id><published>2008-12-15T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:09:07.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Club Update</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering how recipe club went today...It ended abruptly when my child threw up her red-frosted Santa cookie all over the floor.  Moms with babies sure do scatter fast when there are germs around!  But what a blessing they are, asking how they can help while they want nothing more than to get their own kids as far away as possible.  I just hope this is through with our family before we're supposed to head to Ohio... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-179683638944529079?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/179683638944529079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=179683638944529079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/179683638944529079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/179683638944529079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-club-update.html' title='Recipe Club Update'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-3646758285929862831</id><published>2008-12-14T14:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:50:45.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Lemon Cookies</title><content type='html'>I finally got started making this year's Christmas cookies.  I had to get at least one kind done before the MOMS club recipe club I'm hosting tomorrow!  So I broke out the old standy special event cookies.  The Lemon-don't-know-what-to-call-them cookies.  I don't remember where I got the recipe for these filled lemon cookies.  Once upon a time they were sandwich cookies that were then rolled in powdered sugar called "Lemon Snowdrops", but most of the Lemon Snowdrops I have seen are just plain teacake cookie balls rolled in powdered sugar.  I've also tweaked it so much that it doesn't really resemble the original anymore anyway.  They take a while to make, but are oh so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dough:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup powedered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp lemon extract&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling:&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp lemon juice (fresh is truly best here!)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tbsp soft butter&lt;br /&gt;lemon zest (if you used a fresh lemon - just a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powdered sugar for sprinkling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350.  Cream butter and sugar.  Add extract, flour, salt and milk.  Mix thoroughly, but do not overmix.  Add a few drops more milk if the dough is too crumbly.  Form small balls (I use a small cookie scoop), then flatten slightly and make an indentation with your thumb to form a "cup" shape.  Place 1/2" apart on an ungreased cookie sheet and bake 10-12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make lemon butter filling by combining all ingredients in the top of a double-boiler.  Cook over hot water until thick, stirring constantly.  Cool.  Fill indentation in cookies and allow to set.  (Note: I sometimes skip the double-boiler and just do straight in a pan over medium-low heat, but you have to be careful!)  I like to have the cookies on a cooling rack so the excess that runs out of the dent doesn't pool around the edge of the cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the filling has set, put powdered sugar in a mesh strainer and shake over the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SUVk1GG-88I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v8IQPzZiwKY/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SUVk1GG-88I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v8IQPzZiwKY/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279737001497523138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-3646758285929862831?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3646758285929862831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=3646758285929862831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3646758285929862831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3646758285929862831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/lemon-cookies.html' title='Lemon Cookies'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SUVk1GG-88I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v8IQPzZiwKY/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4412725602890583904</id><published>2008-12-10T17:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:50:51.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Suggestions?</title><content type='html'>My moms Bible study will be wrapping up our current book, then taking a 2 week hiatus.  During those 2 weeks, I am supposed to find and order a new book for our study.  Unfortunately, having another mom from the group suggest our next book - or even a topic - did not pan out.  Some of our guidelines are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Preferably a book that is not too dependent on having been at the discussion for the previous chapter.  Read it - yes - but it's OK if we miss due to kids, schedules, weather, what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Something that will relate to moms of kids ages 3-9 and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Something that will generate good discussion, preferably with a study or discussion guide available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the books that we have done are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/If-Mama-Aint-Happy-Nobody/dp/0736918450/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1228949246&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;If Mama Ain't Happy Ain't Nobody Happy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=507083"&gt;Receiving God's  Goodness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=49869"&gt;Living Above Worry and Stress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=551218&amp;netp_id=508937&amp;event=ESRCN&amp;item_code=WW&amp;view=covers"&gt;The Power of a Positive Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone have a suggestion for us?  Or a topic that your small group did that you really enjoyed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4412725602890583904?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4412725602890583904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4412725602890583904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4412725602890583904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4412725602890583904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-2444531451993207578</id><published>2008-12-02T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:17:36.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Christmas Marathon Begin!</title><content type='html'>At least that's how it feels sometimes.  I made an effort last year to not let it be that way.  I'm hoping to keep it up this year.  Trim the fat out of it, if you will.  We make a big deal about focusing with the kids on the REAL reason for the holiday.  They get presents and we give presents, but the focus is on the giving, not the gift, and on the greatest love of all in the form of Christ.  But despite my best efforts, I just cannot give up a few things.  And I tend to go overboard.  How can you make just one kind of cookie?  And if you make a few kinds, how do you not take a tray to family?  And to work?  And if one of you takes to work, how do you not let BOTH people take a tray to work?  As long as you're at it, why not make just one extra handmade gift for that person, since it doesn't really cost anything...but then what about this person and that person and so on...  Yeah, it's all my own doing, but it's still tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...wish me luck as I embark on the annual baking, bagging, sewing, wrapping, writing, decorating, singing, playing and not-so-nightly-but-trying-nativity-activity marathon that is the holiday season at our house.  I wish you all luck and health while you try to cram a year's worth of festivities and socializing into this one month with me.  And may we all learn to slow down, let go and focus on what really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-2444531451993207578?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2444531451993207578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=2444531451993207578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/2444531451993207578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/2444531451993207578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-christmas-marathon-begin.html' title='Let the Christmas Marathon Begin!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-7909220956011374811</id><published>2008-12-02T18:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:51:07.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>It's the Little Things...</title><content type='html'>I know it's trite, but it really is the little things that make a person's day.  Like waking up to a sandwich snuggle in the morning, with a soft warm face on each cheek and their sweet, moist breath mingling beneath your nose.  A smile from someone who hasn't seen you in a week and actually missed you!  And little love notes scrawled on a white board by someone who can't wait to share their newfound skill with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I haven't posted in a while.  Been a little busy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/STXHfMop_jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2foecM43alM/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/STXHfMop_jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2foecM43alM/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275341877316025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-7909220956011374811?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/7909220956011374811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=7909220956011374811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7909220956011374811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/7909220956011374811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/STXHfMop_jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2foecM43alM/s72-c/IMG_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4024772997775094272</id><published>2008-11-05T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:08:14.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Christmas Gift Ideas</title><content type='html'>My family doesn't read this, so I'm safe asking for a little help here.  Long ago, I gave up on trying to buy gifts for my parents.  They buy whatever they want and anything "fun" I try to get is always way off the mark.  So lately, I've been trying to make them something for Christmas.  And my mother-in-law...although we also buy for her because she's easier to buy for.  She just likes the personal touch, too.  And school teachers, because really, who needs another mug?  And neighbors.  Maybe a friend or two.  Sure does grow, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I'm having trouble coming up with ideas.  I'm relatively crafty, but not terribly so.  And I do not knit.  Or crochet.  Or sew more than say a pillow or a blanket.  Frankly, I guess I'm not really that crafty, but I do try.  Anyway, what are some things that you have made to give as gifts?  Pictures would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4024772997775094272?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4024772997775094272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4024772997775094272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4024772997775094272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4024772997775094272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/11/homemade-christmas-gift-ideas.html' title='Homemade Christmas Gift Ideas'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-851001615661764980</id><published>2008-11-05T19:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:19:10.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wfmw'/><title type='text'>WFMW - Toys Worth Buying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRI_FNCi3mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2O0LahHeseM/s1600-h/wfmwbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRI_FNCi3mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2O0LahHeseM/s320/wfmwbanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265340272981761634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Works For Me Wednesday is Toys Worth Buying.  With so many toys in our house, surely there is something in here that was worth the money we paid for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRJAmwm25jI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ya2bYZVsg5c/s1600-h/teether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRJAmwm25jI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ya2bYZVsg5c/s320/teether.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265341948976621106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For babies, we always liked the hedgehog bristle teether.  It was great at soothing the gums and also made a great squeaky sound on the teeth that they all loved, while managing to not be annoying to parents' ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For older babies and toddlers, we LOVE washable finger paint.  It's washable.  It's still OK for them to go topless.  And if worst comes to worse, you can hose them off, right?  As long as you don't have carpet in your dining room, it's a breeze to clean up and so great for creativity as well as the sensory aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRJCpyjnh2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5ZrKeMbiOSU/s1600-h/martian_matter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRJCpyjnh2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5ZrKeMbiOSU/s320/martian_matter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265344200062764898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent "best buy" in the toy category would probably be the Martian Matter Alien Maker.  The kids all like it, the refills aren't too expensive and they talk to each other and tell stories while they wait the 5 minutes for their "guy" to dry and watch the other kids work on theirs.  Great lesson in sharing.  They should put that on the box!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-851001615661764980?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/851001615661764980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=851001615661764980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/851001615661764980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/851001615661764980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/11/wfmw-toys-worth-buying.html' title='WFMW - Toys Worth Buying'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SRI_FNCi3mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2O0LahHeseM/s72-c/wfmwbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-3589119823878214268</id><published>2008-11-01T16:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:52:48.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Wise Father</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, we thought we'd have a large family.  Lots of kids close together.  But things don't always work out like we plan.  Lately, it has been on my mind a lot.  Sort of longing for what I know I cannot have, while not really sure I would want it anymore anyway.  Babies are HARD!  And I really enjoy being done with the practical aspects (diaper bags, naps, bottles, diapers, 100 other little things...)  After the last 24 hours, I am once again reminded that what we have is for the best.  Had we continued with our plan, we would have had a 2 year old and a 6 month old to add to the mix.  5 (sometimes 6) kids in the house 8 years old and under.  What were we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that wasn't on our mind was Matthew and how difficult he would continue to be.  God sometimes works in mysterious ways, but I guess sometimes it's pretty clear.  If we had those other 2 children, I would not be back at work.  I would be home.  And being home, I believe I would have kept Matthew home from school on Friday to avoid the complete chaos that is an elementary school Halloween.  That would have avoided a call at work from the school psychologist (minor little freak out - nothing out of the norm), but probably wouldn't have been in his best interests in the long term.  Overprotecting him isn't good for him and it certainly isn't good for our other children, either.  We would not have had the time and the energy to take care of both him and 2 other kids while he was completely out of control this morning.  I know, we like to think that God gives us the strength that we need, and had we been given 2 other children, I'm sure I'd be writing an entirely different post.  But the fact of the matter is that we were NOT given more children and some days, I thank the Lord for his wisdom.  And pray for strength to deal with the 3 we do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although...who knows what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-3589119823878214268?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3589119823878214268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=3589119823878214268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3589119823878214268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3589119823878214268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-father.html' title='Wise Father'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-5149933047665653782</id><published>2008-10-14T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:24:26.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like fall....</title><content type='html'>Driving home today with my youngest in the backseat telling me about her day playing outside and painting a "leaf tree" while fall leaves rained over my car from both sides of the street, like a curtain falling...it was really nice.  I love fall.  I cracked a window to smell the fall air, played in the leaves on my way to the mailbox and made popcorn for the kids to snack on once the boys got off the bus.  As they were telling me about their days and eating popcorn, I was looking through papers from school.  Reminders about Fall Harvest open house, invitations to Halloween parties and notes about homecoming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you feel like you're being blanketed by all of the colorful leaves.  All warm and snug underneath.  But I think what I like most about fall is the sense of accomplishment.  Everything is coming successfully to the end of its course.  All of the hard work for the year can be lined up and evaluated.  Measured and visibly appreciated.  I suppose technically I didn't really work hard to produce that big pile of leaves in the yard, but that's just the trees bearing witness that they were hard at work right along side me.  Even sending the kids back to school.  By now, they're settled in their routines and are ready to start learning the building blocks for the spring growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go make some ham and squash and homemade bread for supper and relish this beautiful fall day and my kids (who all seem to be in as good a mood as I am)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SPT_w7rXfSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HZvVf2kK-kc/s1600-h/IMG_0015+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SPT_w7rXfSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HZvVf2kK-kc/s320/IMG_0015+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257107881166601506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-5149933047665653782?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5149933047665653782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=5149933047665653782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5149933047665653782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5149933047665653782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/10/feels-like-fall.html' title='Feels like fall....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SPT_w7rXfSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HZvVf2kK-kc/s72-c/IMG_0015+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6519016710596800075</id><published>2008-10-09T22:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:53:06.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>What am I teaching her?</title><content type='html'>My daughter has the most beautiful hair.  Women pay bundles to get highlights and color like hers.  It's primarily blond - with light auburn layers underneath, strawberry blond over that and topped with bleached blond highlights throughout.  It is thick and long and baby fine - like silk.  She loves her hair.  I've recently tried to convince her to let me cut an inch or two off - to just below the bottom of her shoulder blades - so it would tangle a little less.  No dice.  Then we took the boys for haircuts and she asked to have hers cut, too.  Her bangs were in her eyes, so why not?  It would save me a little frustration at home - I can buzz the boys, but I always cut her bangs so blunt.  Why not let the professionals?  She butchered my baby's hair!  She cut at least an inch of her bangs.  They went from being in her eyes to a half inch above her eyebrows.  But only in spots.  Some are still below her brows.  And the back!  It looks like another kid in daycare got the scissors and went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you couldn't tell, I'm a little upset.  At times, I feel like crying about it.  But then it hit me - what am I teaching her to let her see me like this?  It's just hair.  It has no real value.  Do I want her to find worth in what she looks like or in how she treats other and serves the Lord?  Do I want her to be prideful or humble?  Rushing her in the next day to insist that they do what they can to fix it wouldn't send the right message, but I want nothing more.  Hopefully I handle things better when we get to the really big stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so you don't think I'm over-reacting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO666mVq-_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y7n82iBHqYM/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO666mVq-_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y7n82iBHqYM/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343331074571250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Her poor bangs!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO67ElnBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RtuD03zeqlE/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO67ElnBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RtuD03zeqlE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343502677586098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6519016710596800075?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6519016710596800075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6519016710596800075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6519016710596800075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6519016710596800075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-am-i-teaching-her.html' title='What am I teaching her?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO666mVq-_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y7n82iBHqYM/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1725621366771872218</id><published>2008-10-09T21:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:53:14.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Farmer's Markets - I guess you take your chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO6zGxLXQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/T4fokM2oH0c/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO6zGxLXQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/T4fokM2oH0c/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255334744049533586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the farmer's market yesterday.  All part of the whole trying to eat more locally thing.  We went to stock up on peppers for the freezer, squash to store for the winter and maybe a few fresh greens.  Sounds easy, right?  Well, when I went to buy the peppers, I couldn't believe the variety at one stand.  And the back of his truck was loaded with bushels of them!  The table was full of quart baskets with each variety.  I requested 2 baskets of a few different peppers.  The gentleman running the stand insisted that I didn't really want THAT many peppers.  Those are all hot, you know.  Didn't I want some sweet ones?  I had to agree that yes, I would be getting to the sweet ones, and plead a few more times for the hot and left with a grocery bag full of peppers.  About 8 of them were poblanos.  Mmmm...fresh poblanos.  So tonight, I made stuffed poblanos.  I looked forward to it all day.  I chopped up some hot peppers to mix in with Ben's stuffing so he'd have a little heat.  Then we bit into them.  They weren't tame, flavorful poblanos.  They were flavorful, but HOT.  Too hot for me to eat.  Hot enough that Ben felt the heat from them more than the cherry bombs I had put in the filling.  I was so disappointed.  I guess that even with a great market to fall back on, I'll still prefer growing my own stuff so I know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they sure did look good, didn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicata squash is the same variety we grew, so we should be safe there.  The brussel sprouts we got were good, but not as good as the variety we grew ourselves.  But it's good to see the kids get so excited about something so good for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my garlic turns out better - I had to beg with the couple selling that to buy more than a head at a time, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1725621366771872218?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1725621366771872218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1725621366771872218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1725621366771872218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1725621366771872218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/10/farmers-markets-i-guess-you-take-your.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Markets - I guess you take your chances'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SO6zGxLXQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/T4fokM2oH0c/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6202853297256082304</id><published>2008-09-18T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:54:32.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Hands</title><content type='html'>While not always the devils workshop, idle hands can definitely cause trouble!  I think I've been a little too indulgent with my free time in the evenings.  All of a sudden, it's piling up so high that I HAVE to take notice.  Sigh.  The baskets of laundry my dear husband has kept up with washing, but are waiting for me to fold and put away.  The stack of mail I need to sort.  The boxes and stacks of outgrown clothes I need to sort, donate and list on Ebay.  The other stacks and boxes of things from re-arranging the basement 3 weeks ago that I still haven't put away.  Matthew's birthday next week and I have nothing done for it!  And worst - tomorrow is Talk Like a Pirate Day and I have NO activities planned!  We've celebrated it for the past two years.  The kids love it.  It's been on my calendar for months, but I've done nothing.  And now it's here!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.  Tomorrow I have to knuckle down and be responsible.  I will fold that laundry.  I will sort the mail and pay the bills.  I will put away the clothes and the boxes and plan out Matthew's birthday.  But tonight, I blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6202853297256082304?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6202853297256082304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6202853297256082304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6202853297256082304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6202853297256082304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/idle-hands.html' title='Idle Hands'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-9021115148837884239</id><published>2008-09-15T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:10:17.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>One Week Down</title><content type='html'>I'm now one week into my transition back to work, and so far, so good.  (Wow!  It's hard to type with your fingers crossed.  Shoulda just knocked on wood.)  I'm really enjoying being back at the office and absolutely LOVE having that clear distinction between work time and family time.  My evenings are mine, to spend with my family or do small household chores.  But most importantly, this doesn't seem to be adversely affecting my family.  For that I feel truly blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is doing great getting the kids ready, fed and on the bus.  They actually said that they prefer it to me...I am not really a morning person.  Hopefully it will continue to go well and it won't affect his work or school too much.  Adam is much happier being back at school.  Matthew is adjusting to kindergarten better than we'd dared dream.  Anna...she perhaps likes daycare a little TOO much.  She was longing for me by the end of the week and wanting reassured that she would be home with me today all weekend.  But all afternoon, she has been restless and talking about school.  The toys she has.  What her teacher says.  Wishing her school friends would come help her pick up her toys.  Wishing her school friends would come over to play.  I guess if we're going to have even a minor bump with her adjusting to daycare, this isn't a bad bump to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while most folks dread their first day back at work after the weekend, I am looking forward to tomorrow and am glad that my babies are, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-9021115148837884239?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/9021115148837884239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=9021115148837884239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9021115148837884239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/9021115148837884239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-down.html' title='One Week Down'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6527710818910809768</id><published>2008-09-10T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:41:55.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wfmw'/><title type='text'>WFMW - Morning Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SMhZuNHZk1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gaO14b5_RzI/s1600-h/wfmwbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SMhZuNHZk1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gaO14b5_RzI/s320/wfmwbanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244540416402494290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I posted about the problem I had with going back to work and my husband getting the kids on the bus and off to daycare.  I didn't think they'd like my checklist.  Turns out I was wrong.  Although we did need a little more.  Along with their morning checklists (pack snack, brush teeth, put on shoes, etc.) they have papers that they need to take every day.  Things like their lunch selection that they have to turn into the teacher each morning.  And what if one of the kids gets a warning or told that they need to do something after school?  How would the parent getting them off the bus (me) easily know that the one putting them on the bus (him) had made this mandate?  We ended up with a whiteboard hung above where the kids put their backpacks.  There is a small checklist for each child printed out and taped at the top of the board.  Then we can write under each child's list if there is a reminder for that child in the morning or if there is something that I need to know when they get off the bus.  Add in the days of the week magnets I picked up at Target with their papers for that day under it and we're good to go.  Or at least we have been good to go so far...5 days in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6527710818910809768?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6527710818910809768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6527710818910809768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6527710818910809768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6527710818910809768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/wfmw-morning-rush.html' title='WFMW - Morning Rush'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SMhZuNHZk1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/gaO14b5_RzI/s72-c/wfmwbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-8207410410474035698</id><published>2008-09-04T08:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:55:47.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>So Much to Say...</title><content type='html'>It seems like there is so much to post about today.  Politics, cloned animals entering our food supply, gardening update, but what has had the most personal impact on me today was the first day of my family's transition week.  Adam started 3rd grade, Matthew had his kindergarten orientation and Anna had her first (albeit brief) experience at daycare.  Each day from here on out will be a little more letting go as I transition back to work.  Although really, every day from the day they were born has been a period of gradually letting go.  But I don't think I'm alone in feeling that sending the child off to school is one of the more significant events.  And going off to work means leaving them in their dad's hands in the morning.  Sure, he's perfectly capable, but he isn't me!  I just pray that this adjustment goes smoothly for us all.  (You can pray for us, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was so excited to get on the bus and head off to be with his friends.  School is just one big social event to him, and he has been missing it.  Even though I'm used to sending him off and am confident that he will be safe and will be of good character, it still falls short of being easy to watch him step on that bus and take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to send Matthew off on the bus to be in someone else's hands.  For 7 hours.  It would be easier if he didn't still seem so fragile.  It's not just his physical frailty (I almost wept when he put on his new sneakers today - his little toothpick legs looked even more so with clunky shoes on instead of the barely there sandals) or his emotional/sensory issues.   I also worry about whether he will have the character to withstand all that the world throws at him.  Will he make good choices?  Will the teachers and aides protect him and guide him as I would hope?  He had his hour orientation today and couldn't get out of there fast enough.  He was withdrawn and eyeing potential hidey-holes the entire time.  Every now and then looking a little further out to find activities in which he can immerse himself, but still withdraw.  He had done so well in pre-K last year, but it just seemed to be a bit too much for him today.  His teacher and I both said that he'll be fine, but it seemed that we were both trying to convince ourselves as much as the other.  Not what I expected of the day at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna absolutely loved "school", as she calls daycare.  She was there for 3 hours and did not want to leave, crying when I got there that she hadn't gotten to take her nap yet.  She is still so young, still forming so much of her character.  I worry about the guidance that she will receive, but prayed in earnest for guidance for myself for the choices that I made for her.  I think this was God's will for her, and I have to trust that I made the right choice in whose hands to leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I'm not really putting them in the teachers' hands.  I have to remember that I have placed them in God's hands.  God who never really gave them completely to me, is only allowing me the privilege of serving Him by raising my children to be a servants after His own heart.  Surely He will protect my little ones...but it's sometimes hard to see that through the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-8207410410474035698?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8207410410474035698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=8207410410474035698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8207410410474035698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8207410410474035698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much to Say...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-2115507437606968125</id><published>2008-09-03T06:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:40:34.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wfmw'/><title type='text'>Works for me Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Over at &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;Rocks In My Dryer&lt;/a&gt;, it's backwards Works-for-me-Wednesday.  This week's assignment is to present our dilemma to you hoping for a solution that will help us out.  My dilemma is how to help my husband get the kids off to school and daycare without forgetting any of the necessary steps.  (School starts tomorrow and I go back to work part-time on Tuesday.)   For now, I have a checklist to hang by the door, but I think he (and the kids) are getting sick of all my checklists.  What works for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-2115507437606968125?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/2115507437606968125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=2115507437606968125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/2115507437606968125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/2115507437606968125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/works-for-me-wednesday.html' title='Works for me Wednesday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-594187049178941984</id><published>2008-09-02T09:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:53:25.786-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Mood of Success</title><content type='html'>I've decided that success, at least for me, is much more subjective than I once thought.  I'm very much a rule follower, not just in the "do this", "don't do that" sense of things, but also in determining whether things are complete and meet a certain standard.  That has always served me well in my academic and professional pursuits.  While it hasn't crippled me in my personal life, I must admit that aspect of my personality hasn't always been to my benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring, we decided to put in a much larger garden than last year.  We had just started with the square foot gardening last year with two 4'x8' beds.  This year, we added another 4'x8' bed and 8 1' square boxes for squash and melons.  I started this endeavor with not only high hopes, but high expectations.  With an entire bed devoted to peas and green beans, I assumed that we would have not only enough peas and green beans to eat fresh, but also a few to freeze.  I expected to have squash coming out my ears.  But it was not to be.  I'll spare you all the details, but late frosts, snacky critters, wind storms and a wet end to the summer left us with much smaller yields than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the criteria that I had for a succesful season, I'd have to give us a 'D'.  Up until this past weekend,  I was feeling pretty down about it.  Trying to eat more local products is something that has become important to me.  Our garden was to play a large part in that role.  Also, my husband loves veggies.  I had hoped to provide him with plenty of his favorite foods this summer, but without the bounty in the backyard, it was a little harder to do than I had hoped.  Another failure.  I don't know what it was, but somehow this weekend, I let myself stop feeling as if it had been a failure that didn't live up to expectations.  Perhaps it was hearing that others had experienced the same problems that I had.  Perhaps it was realizing how much I learned and how much hope there is for next year with improved gardening practices.  Or perhaps I'm just getting too lazy to try to live up to my own standards.  Whatever the reason, I started looking at what we DID get out of the garden for our efforts with a sense of accomplishment.  The tomato sauce in the freezer, the baskets of squash in the dining room and all the produce still to be harvested - they all show me that all was not lost.  We could have done a lot worse.  So, whether it is a case of my standards slipping or giving myself extra credit for lessons learned, I would no longer give myself a 'D' for my summer gardening...maybe even a 'B'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're interested, here is our garden's report card (so far, anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broccoli: was a waste of space - something ate the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Beans: just enough for 3 meals - we'll cover the seedlings with a starter house next year to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peas: had 2 weeks of snacking on them - these need to be covered next year, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Peas: planted too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chiles: We got 2 peppers.  Total loss due to late frosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bell Peppers:  Lots of late blooms that will never mature.  Total loss due to frosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thai Basil: I didn't list all the other herbs we had scattered around, but this was our first year with this one.  It did great and was a great addition to all our thai meals and curries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggplant: Harvesting one this afternoon.  There are 3 small (tiny) eggplants on one bush.  None on the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brussel Sprouts: still going strong.  Hope to harvest something soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterstick Squash: Did OK, but was cramped by brussel sprouts.  Will be on a trellis next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zucchini: OK, but cramped by sprouts.  This will be trellissed, to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delicata Squash: We started out with 2 plants and 8 squash.  Ended up with just one.  The others were all rotten on the bottom before they were able to ripen.  Being in the same bed with the tomatoes kept them too moist on the ground.  We'll try these again next year on a trellis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spaghetti Squash:  All I can say is WOW!  We had two plants and got 12 good sized squash.  Lost a few to rot because I ran out of space on the small trellis so they were on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butternut Squash: Wow again.  Still on the vines, and too hard to count, but I'm expecting about a dozen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar Baby Watermelon: Watching 2 that might be ready soon.  Harvested one beauty too early. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crimson Sweet Watermelon: Late contender when the chipmunks or squirrels kept eating the Sugar Baby seeds.  Has a couple of melons close to ready, but I'm not sure they'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turnip Greens: Great!  Not for us, but kept our pet bunny fed for many weeks this summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scallions: Terrific.  And Matthew's favorite thing to pick for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomatoes: Coming out of our ears at the moment.  Anna picks and eats the cherry and grape tomatoes - only about half make it into the basket.  None of the heirlooms did well at all due to frosts, but the hybrids that were still available for the third replanting did better than I could have anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-594187049178941984?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/594187049178941984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=594187049178941984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/594187049178941984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/594187049178941984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/09/mood-of-success.html' title='Mood of Success'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6447697777868557366</id><published>2008-08-30T07:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:36:57.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seems everyone is doing it, so I might as well.  Heard of the Omnivore's Hundred?  It's a list of 100 foods to see how much of an omnivore you are.  It was started at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk.  Any foods I have eaten will be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  I only score 37/100, but that's still better than I thought I would do!  Although I think I may have a perfect score on the sweet treats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Venison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Steak tartare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Borscht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. Baba ghanoush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14. Aloo gobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. Epoisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. Black truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Steamed pork buns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. Pistachio ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Foie gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;25. Brawn, or head cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;28. Oysters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;29. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;30. Bagna cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wasabi peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;33. Salted lassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;37. Clotted cream tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;39. Gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oxtail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;43. Phaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;44. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Goat’s milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;46. Fugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;47. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;48. Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;49. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;51. Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;52. Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;53. Abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;54. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;56. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;57. Dirty gin martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;58. Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;59. Poutine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;60. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Carob chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;61. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;62. Sweetbreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;63. Kaolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;65. Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;67. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;68. Haggis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;69. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fried plantain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;70. Chitterlings, or andouillette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;71. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gazpacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;72. Caviar and blini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;73. Louche absinthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;76. Baijiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;77. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;78. Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;79. Lapsang souchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;80. Bellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;81. Tom yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;82. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;83. Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;85. Kobe beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;86. Hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;87. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Goulash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;88. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;89. Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;91. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;92. Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;93. Rose harissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;94. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;95. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mole poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;98. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;99. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;100. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6447697777868557366?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6447697777868557366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6447697777868557366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6447697777868557366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6447697777868557366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-bite.html' title='I&apos;ll Bite'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-5197507174146094769</id><published>2008-08-28T19:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:54:44.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Countdown is On</title><content type='html'>One week from today, the kids start their school year.  They are all excited.  Very excited.  I have to admit, I'm excited as well, but also a little hesitant.  Does my excitement make me a bad mom by today's standards?  (I'll skip my soapbox on our kid-centric society for today - no thanks needed!)  I feel ashamed to admit to most of my friends that I am looking forward to the kids going to school.  I'm especially ashamed when it comes to my 3 year old daughter.  I find myself feeling guilty when I read the mom articles and talk to my mom friends.  There are one or two that share my feelings, but they are also reserved about admitting it in public.  Now, I'm not suggesting that we all throw a parade and run down the street shouting with glee, but I do wish that it was more socially acceptable to be happy to see the school year come.  I remember my mom saying (frequently by the end of August) that she couldn't wait for school to start.  Now I know how she felt.  But these days, I'm not supposed to want to pack them off on the bus.  I'm supposed to want to drive them myself, both to and from school, and spend every waking minute making sure that their lives are happy and easy.  I just don't have either the energy or the belief that is in their best interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM going to miss the lazy days spent in the sunshine and having my babies all to myself.  But let's be honest - they are getting bored with me and their siblings.  They crave both the social opportunities and the stimulation.  And Matthew is in dire need of occupational therapies that are beyond my limited abilities.  I am going to enjoy sending them off to school, missing them during the day and getting those hugs and the the run-down of their days when they get off the bus or I pick them up from daycare.  I might not be the best mom, but I think that for my kids, I'm doing OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-5197507174146094769?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/5197507174146094769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=5197507174146094769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5197507174146094769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/5197507174146094769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is On'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-8688531809629188425</id><published>2008-08-27T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:13:40.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraines</title><content type='html'>I hate them.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-8688531809629188425?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/8688531809629188425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=8688531809629188425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8688531809629188425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/8688531809629188425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/migraines.html' title='Migraines'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-3085196788525043458</id><published>2008-08-26T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:55:41.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Wasted Time</title><content type='html'>As I was standing outside this evening, watching my dear husband running around behind Matthew's bike, his hands on either side of his abdomen, sometimes righting his balance, sometimes helping to propel him forward and keep him moving, a thought entered my mind.  "I should go inside instead of wasting time out here.  What a wasted evening."  You see, we were outside waiting for someone to come look at a desk we are trying to give away.  They came, they saw, they left empty handed.  And now we were spending a few more minutes helping the kids ride their bikes and scooters.  Matthew wasn't going to master his two-wheeler tonight.  I wouldn't be missing anything and I had so much laundry to fold, or I could log into work.  I have 18 more hours to do for the week and only 4 days left to do it.  As soon as I completed that thought process, though, all the small groups from the past 3 years came back to me.  This time is precious - this time with my family, making them a priority.  No time spent in this manner is ever "wasted" time.  So, I leaned back on my husband's car and watched him get an aching back bending over Matthew.  I encouraged Adam to ride faster and turn tighter.  I listened to Anna ring her "very favorite" bike bell.  I put all of my to do's out of my mind for just a minute to focus on what really matters.  Too bad they're all in bed, now I have no choice but to log into work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-3085196788525043458?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/3085196788525043458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=3085196788525043458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3085196788525043458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/3085196788525043458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/wasted-time.html' title='Wasted Time'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-6442367247934392509</id><published>2008-08-24T15:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:56:00.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Productive, Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>What a good day today was.  It's one of those days where you end it feeling as though you've accomplished something, yet feeling rested at the same time.  It started off with church, our own pastor back from vacation, not too hot - just a nice time of worship.  We got home and sent the kids out to the pool.  Checked on the garden and came in with a basket full of tomatoes, poked the pre-baked ham in the oven and plugged in the laptop on the deck to get some work done while still supervising the kids.  After lunch, laid Anna down for nap, started the tomatoes cooking for sauce to freeze, mixed up cookies and watched the kids out the window.  Then while the sauce was cooling, I logged into work for a little bit (down in the oh-so-much-cooler basement) and listened to the older kids laughing and having a good time playing the Wii a floor above.  Add in a little home grown spaghetti squash with freshly made sauce on top for dinner.  So while tomorrow it will all start up again, with not enough time to accomplish all that needs to be done, today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Ben's day wasn't quite so idyllic.  He had to fix the upstairs toilet...again.  And he doesn't even like the kind of cookies that I made today.  Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG7fsyHGjI/AAAAAAAAACw/GK-nRJcDizc/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG7fsyHGjI/AAAAAAAAACw/GK-nRJcDizc/s320/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238173994880277042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG7nadwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/NwOlCOmXdO8/s1600-h/sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG7nadwQ7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/NwOlCOmXdO8/s320/sauce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238174127402009522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-6442367247934392509?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/6442367247934392509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=6442367247934392509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6442367247934392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/6442367247934392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/productive-lazy-sunday.html' title='Productive, Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG7fsyHGjI/AAAAAAAAACw/GK-nRJcDizc/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1484433466222276377</id><published>2008-08-23T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:56:09.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Why do they have to grow up so fast?</title><content type='html'>Since Adam's birthday was while we were on vacation, he had his birthday party with his friends today.  It was a good time - 8 of his friends at our local Rec center.  All I had to do was provide the cake and the birthday boy.  Watching him with his friends, being careful to include everyone in the activities - even his little brother, sister and cousin - I was so proud of my big kid.  But then this evening, he looks at his dad's driver's license and made a comment about his dad's long hair in the picture.  I said his dad was a handsome guy - and then to be silly, said "all the girls think so".  His eyes got big and he said "Really?  Cool."  I could see what he was thinking..."I look just like him."  It's becoming clear that he's beginning to care what girls think.  I'm not sure I'm ready for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG6tkI6BPI/AAAAAAAAACo/DdpDAxstTME/s1600-h/ash_bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG6tkI6BPI/AAAAAAAAACo/DdpDAxstTME/s320/ash_bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238173133566510322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1484433466222276377?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1484433466222276377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1484433466222276377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1484433466222276377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1484433466222276377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-they-have-to-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='Why do they have to grow up so fast?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SLG6tkI6BPI/AAAAAAAAACo/DdpDAxstTME/s72-c/ash_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4434294010178250734</id><published>2008-08-22T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:56:34.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Groundhogs</title><content type='html'>This year we let the area around the deck get a little overgrown and now we're paying the price.  We made it far too tempting a location for a groundhog, so now we have a permanent guest.  Any suggestions for how to get rid of it?  Unfortunately, we can't use the 22 in our neighborhood.  Wonder if pelting it with plastic BBs would have any effect...  Or I can always sic my team of super heroes on it.  (The kids made super hero t-shirts the other day, to go along with their secret identities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK7z_v34Q2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7HHcjZTUXj8/s1600-h/super_heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK7z_v34Q2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7HHcjZTUXj8/s320/super_heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237391693186614114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aqua Boy (aka Adam), Super Dupe (aka Matthew), Super Supe (aka Desiree) and Super Girl (aka Anna)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Boy has super strength and can spray water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Dupe is short for "Super Duper".  He has super strength, super speed and super hincks, which is cleaning fastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Supe has super strength.  (Matthew doesn’t understand how she can NOT want to be able to clean fastly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl has a super smile.  It makes people too happy to be bad.  And she can fly...sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4434294010178250734?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4434294010178250734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4434294010178250734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4434294010178250734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4434294010178250734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/groundhogs.html' title='Groundhogs'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK7z_v34Q2I/AAAAAAAAABs/7HHcjZTUXj8/s72-c/super_heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-4271273264462748923</id><published>2008-08-21T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:56:46.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fond Memories</title><content type='html'>For me, the best part about vacation is the memories and images that last with you through the next year. Here are some of my favorite images from this past vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK19gL4k0II/AAAAAAAAABI/eI6qe3VhaTQ/s1600-h/fav_vac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK19gL4k0II/AAAAAAAAABI/eI6qe3VhaTQ/s320/fav_vac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236979933601124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK19zxrALQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/H2pvBbL7ikA/s1600-h/fav_vac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK19zxrALQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/H2pvBbL7ikA/s320/fav_vac2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236980270162259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f11be094592ec78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f11be094592ec78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331405066%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48119499CD32E63EC3CE8212A9D0FEC4A3039F65.41F68D5627D8688DB317B0D4DF31151FAE00EC38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f11be094592ec78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiETlSOLUXhr8nzF1gNd4Y6m1qs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f11be094592ec78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331405066%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48119499CD32E63EC3CE8212A9D0FEC4A3039F65.41F68D5627D8688DB317B0D4DF31151FAE00EC38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f11be094592ec78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiETlSOLUXhr8nzF1gNd4Y6m1qs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-4271273264462748923?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5f11be094592ec78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/4271273264462748923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=4271273264462748923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4271273264462748923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/4271273264462748923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/fond-memories.html' title='Fond Memories'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tr28XF4T-q8/SK19gL4k0II/AAAAAAAAABI/eI6qe3VhaTQ/s72-c/fav_vac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4823822581540723332.post-1515335913573476359</id><published>2008-08-21T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:57:16.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>OK, so that might be a little overly dramatic, but it's how I feel at the moment.  Four years ago...is four years long enough to be considered an era?  Perhaps if those years were BIG enough...  Four years ago, I found myself leaving a job that was both challenging and satisfying to stay home with my children.  I did so with some reluctance, but knowing that it was the Lord's will for my life at that time.  My reluctance was gradually replaced with the joy I found in what is, for now at least, my most important role - Mom.  These past four years have been very formative, not just for the four children under my care, but also for me.  Almost a second "university" of sorts.  The need to provide my children with a well-rounded social environment required me to break out of my shell and find a more social part of myself that I hadn't known was there.  I didn't expect to learn so much about how to be a better wife, better friend and better steward during this period dedicated to being a full-time mom.  I think that I will always look back on these years as being just as influential as my college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I once again find myself on the verge of a change, brought on by children growing and changes at work.  Again, I am reluctant, although excited.  I have missed the challenge and stimulation of my work, yet I will miss this period of my life.  I'm excited for what lies ahead, but not ready to bid farewell to this...bliss.  If only I could prevent the children from growing...for just a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4823822581540723332-1515335913573476359?l=a-moms-journey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/feeds/1515335913573476359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4823822581540723332&amp;postID=1515335913573476359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1515335913573476359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4823822581540723332/posts/default/1515335913573476359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-moms-journey.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13570728854202176327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
