tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88859532112705480482024-02-07T00:33:17.516-05:00Uniquely Erin NicoleLinking the parts of me; wife, mommy, and individual, in my own way.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-91494388149092157512012-11-10T16:30:00.000-05:002012-11-10T16:30:34.465-05:002 weeks + Fall Break = AWESOMEMy school has moved from a Traditional Calendar to a Balanced Calendar schedule this year.<br />
<br />
Basically, what this means is that we have extended breaks. Fall break is now 2 weeks rather than 2 days. Spring Break is 2 weeks rather than 1 week and Summer Break is 6 weeks rather than 8 weeks. Christmas Break has remained at 2 weeks. Students still attend school for the required 180 days. The breaks are just manipulated from their former length.<br />
<br />
Switching to this calendar seems to be the common trend for schools around our area. You will hear both positive and negative opinions about the change if you talk with parents, teachers, and students.<br />
<br />
So far for me I have found it to be rather positive!<br />
<br />
For the 1st week of the break we took it easy because of <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/10/shes-simply-amazing.html">Baby M's surgery</a>.<br />
<br />
Brent took the second week of our Fall Break off from work so we were able to all spend time together.<br />
<br />
It was so nice to be able to use the time to enjoy some local family fun activities, such as going to the pumpkin patch.<br />
<br />
Here B is telling G that he will go in the maze with him, if G goes first . . . such a nice big brother! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqID6KcFBEuayFKpZ1rYQCYaieFNggs8Q2hYx7JovNGfzYI18sZ7GJov5d_1XvE43XlL8s5LUyVBl6zFsYY5Z3zoGkZxwD_oR5UHRiGNsDd8TbiWrizE2OepB49FfTIBYF_00_z28VcQ/s1600/IMG_8391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqID6KcFBEuayFKpZ1rYQCYaieFNggs8Q2hYx7JovNGfzYI18sZ7GJov5d_1XvE43XlL8s5LUyVBl6zFsYY5Z3zoGkZxwD_oR5UHRiGNsDd8TbiWrizE2OepB49FfTIBYF_00_z28VcQ/s320/IMG_8391.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Oh look at that brotherly love . . . don't be fooled, it's only for the picture. They're really good at looking good for pictures.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbVXk6henWATnIUKe6RGcB-SqqXvHf6f14rGMYjEZ046DrMiKi58xlJhPgPyLR6ejm0pEPU3kcDpOjcNntJ48QjoB2DmGT33W1p25Ner4aVUWa5CDH5S54ZSUxRFzdex2IE1jalJlOsA/s1600/IMG_8395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbVXk6henWATnIUKe6RGcB-SqqXvHf6f14rGMYjEZ046DrMiKi58xlJhPgPyLR6ejm0pEPU3kcDpOjcNntJ48QjoB2DmGT33W1p25Ner4aVUWa5CDH5S54ZSUxRFzdex2IE1jalJlOsA/s320/IMG_8395.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Would you look at these animals I live with!?<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7ZbPl7rbRGAcpWVy-AL39LaYv_pl4lvHTmEYs7YkGRZzqxfioj04V_GzZBy_WvVFnmAtk-16WePakxiswRR2Lc0nkZ1pEqa5ndQ1QWP_JW-gmUAaTrVJgjhBlLa2Xql6F9-520IQRh8/s1600/IMG_8404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg7ZbPl7rbRGAcpWVy-AL39LaYv_pl4lvHTmEYs7YkGRZzqxfioj04V_GzZBy_WvVFnmAtk-16WePakxiswRR2Lc0nkZ1pEqa5ndQ1QWP_JW-gmUAaTrVJgjhBlLa2Xql6F9-520IQRh8/s320/IMG_8404.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Baby M's first hay ride to pick out pumpkins. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Gjdc4fh1VO0UaLA7bOmlvXibv_hLGcxVUeui6Fw5FIc1bO4Gh-lFwfJGtUTNVtgHoiJryl8i7bDof-GN809uQ-HrXNNIrwY6uYY4M53PZi8_kyro6E8U1XO6YTWD0vYmwpmPcg_r-i4/s1600/IMG_8437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Gjdc4fh1VO0UaLA7bOmlvXibv_hLGcxVUeui6Fw5FIc1bO4Gh-lFwfJGtUTNVtgHoiJryl8i7bDof-GN809uQ-HrXNNIrwY6uYY4M53PZi8_kyro6E8U1XO6YTWD0vYmwpmPcg_r-i4/s320/IMG_8437.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
This was Baby M last year at the pumpkin patch {Don't ya love how the pumpkin is covering my big 'ol baby belly}.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0-0aMpcpOFvQCnP8bo1UvNeHjnbmPj11I3emCG8KVJLcWMtlCJSjQCVeP6zYktahjDFUpcAd4T4WwYWrCWAlsB4xB427NoVAkK1NRU76AqhsD7CR_88rpyJ1L2iztgnlG8yNWBVXPKY/s1600/IMG_7515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0-0aMpcpOFvQCnP8bo1UvNeHjnbmPj11I3emCG8KVJLcWMtlCJSjQCVeP6zYktahjDFUpcAd4T4WwYWrCWAlsB4xB427NoVAkK1NRU76AqhsD7CR_88rpyJ1L2iztgnlG8yNWBVXPKY/s320/IMG_7515.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
And here she is a year later at the same pumpkin patch! </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8YSufWSk4P8ZfEwF8lNuaMX8WKZ617GXHVjxUYin05CQuWnc3RoxPMJhcp5ZdJkS26cN7MS1HRaDYNT2Zn8JVE_hFqtMW1y3A-9u9JxmLDp_BN0oV-7UqqL39tnXgUmyiPcNJ8kW7PU/s1600/IMG_8424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8YSufWSk4P8ZfEwF8lNuaMX8WKZ617GXHVjxUYin05CQuWnc3RoxPMJhcp5ZdJkS26cN7MS1HRaDYNT2Zn8JVE_hFqtMW1y3A-9u9JxmLDp_BN0oV-7UqqL39tnXgUmyiPcNJ8kW7PU/s320/IMG_8424.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Picking out her first pumpkin.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv97TtcEPGvJddUHaZjnJhDhDBhRSq5kGGgteAzjhufdV_qJuKzGAJinuJ2cwq0asUW1k3148Rs7XBjSogjRDDJfCEMP1z5ZR1VsceqaEXzhQQNqSx_X0jM66qJEALN-F_8s4OcyydMEU/s1600/IMG_8430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv97TtcEPGvJddUHaZjnJhDhDBhRSq5kGGgteAzjhufdV_qJuKzGAJinuJ2cwq0asUW1k3148Rs7XBjSogjRDDJfCEMP1z5ZR1VsceqaEXzhQQNqSx_X0jM66qJEALN-F_8s4OcyydMEU/s320/IMG_8430.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
No trip to the pumpkin patch is complete without seeing the pumpkin eating dinosaur!</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCx7LTOLcdt2Vg3huHjFiKJSRIHtI_-EqKBTYUf67yZ173YbD0yzrODwBlmJ5z7Sf3svQ9en-sVup5T7QF7QJmzhgP24R6FkOzHKBGVlij3rMUVtpqjz_fVn3dCFsNklZ4qmzNe8wrijA/s1600/IMG_8443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCx7LTOLcdt2Vg3huHjFiKJSRIHtI_-EqKBTYUf67yZ173YbD0yzrODwBlmJ5z7Sf3svQ9en-sVup5T7QF7QJmzhgP24R6FkOzHKBGVlij3rMUVtpqjz_fVn3dCFsNklZ4qmzNe8wrijA/s320/IMG_8443.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
*******************************************************************<br />
<br />
The next day we carved and decorated the pumpkins. Decorating pumpkins with a 10 month old was, well let's just say interesting.<br />
<br />
I mean in this picture she looks all innocent and everything, but don't let her fool you. <br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBH1qMbEubkLmtmoX8JOBT_7nQDVv-KiqzqtyFh5dhQpe0k_374-3Lx_Cx48D_k3MxWa-n3-3Q5cqYLtzjgFeb1FuRvO9Rk66RqY9W255sVIUr3mYzcyWx9LYfqB8G23BfsmdiGmoUAmU/s1600/DSC03536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBH1qMbEubkLmtmoX8JOBT_7nQDVv-KiqzqtyFh5dhQpe0k_374-3Lx_Cx48D_k3MxWa-n3-3Q5cqYLtzjgFeb1FuRvO9Rk66RqY9W255sVIUr3mYzcyWx9LYfqB8G23BfsmdiGmoUAmU/s320/DSC03536.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
This little girl thought it would be a good time to have Mommy chase her while she crawled off of the blanket and onto the yucky garage floor.<br />
<br />
<br />
She also thought stickers were for eating rather than decorating. Once
we gave her her paci she was more focused with the decorating.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5D4gaCQxbZz1SZ9opixENHPsuWsNRQvkCcMHlcCTu-VpX10bIkfJ86WH8d57LN2pWogepBg_JPzcs-evylnAso_2NwRLKsD53wCxyEZrbdez-eAV7e1ZYbTHmUqoQrrYj5xGNtkU6TzE/s1600/DSC03559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5D4gaCQxbZz1SZ9opixENHPsuWsNRQvkCcMHlcCTu-VpX10bIkfJ86WH8d57LN2pWogepBg_JPzcs-evylnAso_2NwRLKsD53wCxyEZrbdez-eAV7e1ZYbTHmUqoQrrYj5xGNtkU6TzE/s320/DSC03559.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Now these 2 little boys, well they are pros at this pumpkin carving thing. This year they even touched the pumpkin guts. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that Brent told them that they couldn't eat pumpkin seeds unless they helped to dig them out.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdu6Hv9nqdfh0EPIW8MQWzPCVbq6Axa7tmJiIaBLSJFoJD9X-FpqTzKK1rRxl0xqNF1uu0zRqysmq_-Qymm2hwF6Ygp6yUP4D9TrTcJcMFSzYwyzjTXIMCs8fGOk9i58wALF0pBHsx1M/s1600/DSC03594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdu6Hv9nqdfh0EPIW8MQWzPCVbq6Axa7tmJiIaBLSJFoJD9X-FpqTzKK1rRxl0xqNF1uu0zRqysmq_-Qymm2hwF6Ygp6yUP4D9TrTcJcMFSzYwyzjTXIMCs8fGOk9i58wALF0pBHsx1M/s320/DSC03594.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
EWWW look Mommy, I found seeds!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpcVESqCLjC70NRm312k9RUwwWYBaY0fwo0Gv6l7BcBI0abjZcQpFPJQpIUIiH1qQAeP-11bHVKhPPgIs7i9xWu6BCvy-8yrb7UvUOy6X9Av7rEnrGT_69eebCuBDzFyudZqSakoPwg4/s1600/DSC03596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpcVESqCLjC70NRm312k9RUwwWYBaY0fwo0Gv6l7BcBI0abjZcQpFPJQpIUIiH1qQAeP-11bHVKhPPgIs7i9xWu6BCvy-8yrb7UvUOy6X9Av7rEnrGT_69eebCuBDzFyudZqSakoPwg4/s320/DSC03596.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
B is a bit more meticulous than G. He's making sure to scoop up as many seeds as possible.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uUji7NNQ_Bu2d_iv1pmsNc6XOWscDreXUIriMHTJqv5HnT3zSoSdhUteLQHy8bpIdK9oxi6JncTA_bbPb45yOI41K0FZPU7n9nuSSNyDWqHyHhr7DiShHxxGN_QmYzWP-ucQRUPVLTE/s1600/DSC03598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8uUji7NNQ_Bu2d_iv1pmsNc6XOWscDreXUIriMHTJqv5HnT3zSoSdhUteLQHy8bpIdK9oxi6JncTA_bbPb45yOI41K0FZPU7n9nuSSNyDWqHyHhr7DiShHxxGN_QmYzWP-ucQRUPVLTE/s320/DSC03598.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Their final products!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ivWuMcZhm3Xoruo_VMFesqLa-D7roGQeCqkkE63cbJ21yOYDkLixuzYddU3C-5xLXrbACuyIevyRtnMS27SML8nJHbA4MQGpoeJtUjSQADqmQdHwE9nyD93gvltq06UqI26lnSCC5F0/s1600/DSC03609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ivWuMcZhm3Xoruo_VMFesqLa-D7roGQeCqkkE63cbJ21yOYDkLixuzYddU3C-5xLXrbACuyIevyRtnMS27SML8nJHbA4MQGpoeJtUjSQADqmQdHwE9nyD93gvltq06UqI26lnSCC5F0/s320/DSC03609.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
And there you have it some of our Fall Break fun!<br />
<br />
<i>How about you, do your kids have Fall Break? How did you spend it?</i><br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-65866710843834313932012-10-29T04:37:00.000-04:002012-10-29T04:37:52.448-04:00DIY Dish Detergent w/o Borax<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvqGsa-bgciyxuzTdWdcK9s42eDhykZob86jLMJ1PuXfRCcuc7pcX07XWiY70USfzBgiIhrIlZHybrmdg0_RWnx-AXhv2LgKsG47uGCpj1u19Axah7ubaVyRz4yvt7YHNm84kFITPMhE/s1600/DSC02220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvqGsa-bgciyxuzTdWdcK9s42eDhykZob86jLMJ1PuXfRCcuc7pcX07XWiY70USfzBgiIhrIlZHybrmdg0_RWnx-AXhv2LgKsG47uGCpj1u19Axah7ubaVyRz4yvt7YHNm84kFITPMhE/s320/DSC02220.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I have been experimenting with DIY products for a few months now.<br />
<br />
With each new product I try I learn something new. Some of the most important lessons I have learned are:<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
1. Make a small batch to begin with and try it a few times</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
2. Store powder mixtures in airtight containers</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
3. Once you open the ingredients used to make the products put the reminder in airtight containers</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I made and tried a different <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/look-under-tab-titled-my-review-and.html">DIY dishwasher detergent</a>, but for my dishwasher it did not withstand the test of time. It did a great job of cleaning my dishes to being with, but after about a week the mixture became hard. So I broke it up and remixed it. When I used it after that my glasses and plastic dishes came out with a film on them. I do not think that the container I kept the detergent in was airtight and the mixture became hard when air got to it.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I decided to try a different approach to the whole DIY dishwasher detergent. I have been using the following recipe for several months and it has continued to work well for me.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
What you will need:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
1 1/2 cups of Lemi Shine (found near the dishwasher detergents)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4BRjtZiyOSXwAR1AoAmNMmZIAVqSxLYGlqufoHxAB4GMSPwTyOTLpwo0zzr3hZYQSrg8vBynL7Awb_mlwD-bHdXI_gltIicuLXvjf1pjCzbu6Ps-YCXTjdmYWaJdc4ioZdhiGM-3jMQ/s1600/lemi+shine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4BRjtZiyOSXwAR1AoAmNMmZIAVqSxLYGlqufoHxAB4GMSPwTyOTLpwo0zzr3hZYQSrg8vBynL7Awb_mlwD-bHdXI_gltIicuLXvjf1pjCzbu6Ps-YCXTjdmYWaJdc4ioZdhiGM-3jMQ/s200/lemi+shine.JPG" width="136" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
1 1/2 cups of washing soda (found near the laundry detergents)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeutj7YRetKHwIQWTpjLf9w2PuVt3t6MygaU13Tr4qU0NqH_3X1r3xfCFbw14sd0omFnLVHGwdv1r_jgLaHG3eGTZMPcvvisZEFUfpEReIpO2ejJA6tb2MtotpZfs0pNysCCFW4HRmak/s1600/wash+soda.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeutj7YRetKHwIQWTpjLf9w2PuVt3t6MygaU13Tr4qU0NqH_3X1r3xfCFbw14sd0omFnLVHGwdv1r_jgLaHG3eGTZMPcvvisZEFUfpEReIpO2ejJA6tb2MtotpZfs0pNysCCFW4HRmak/s320/wash+soda.JPG" width="249" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
1/2 cup of baking soda (found in the baking aisle)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVGpu73VtzJfEdVc1NAZaGwi9QWiZ5_O0y9Vc6Af-1M_knXoGSDauuKXNe30Klvx4HvKsEscs6zQPueWEgF5-ZhyYQ2hh6ep8fH-h_IvxBEjWy7LD01cw95dVCEFuLbnDvsAFcZsS5D8/s1600/DSC01178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVGpu73VtzJfEdVc1NAZaGwi9QWiZ5_O0y9Vc6Af-1M_knXoGSDauuKXNe30Klvx4HvKsEscs6zQPueWEgF5-ZhyYQ2hh6ep8fH-h_IvxBEjWy7LD01cw95dVCEFuLbnDvsAFcZsS5D8/s320/DSC01178.JPG" width="249" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
1/2 cup of Epsom salt (found near the first aid products)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV34q9uMeAt48FARNTybHAih5oq0gRcrDsBXCbEOe3THUe0jICpnDWE266_xFlsyc76bZCIxiyvzcYCTAdLwk6CjhIhOXIm2_pUKRKn-itisJWZONdSTB25kjBYEFMc39j5ZyftWFnw0/s1600/epsom+salt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVV34q9uMeAt48FARNTybHAih5oq0gRcrDsBXCbEOe3THUe0jICpnDWE266_xFlsyc76bZCIxiyvzcYCTAdLwk6CjhIhOXIm2_pUKRKn-itisJWZONdSTB25kjBYEFMc39j5ZyftWFnw0/s320/epsom+salt.JPG" width="276" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Mix all of these items together and store them in an airtight container.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I used 1 table spoon with each load.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I have also started using vinegar as a rinse agent rather than Jet dry. When my dishwasher indicates that the rinse agent is low I simply pour some vinegar into the rinse agent slot. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Cost Break Down:</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Lemi Shine = $3.99 12 oz (12 oz used = $3.99)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Washing Soda = $3.29 for 55 oz (12 oz used = .72)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Baking Soda = $1.35 for 2 lbs (1/2 cup used = .17)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Epsom Salt = $4.87 for 6 lbs (1/2 cup used = .61)</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
1 batch costs $5.49 and washes 64 loads which costs .09 per load.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I used to use <a href="http://www.meijer.com/catalog/search_command.cmd?keyword=Dish+Detergent">Finish Dish tabs</a>. A box of 60 costs $14.31. That breaks down .24 to per load.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I'm saving .15 per load!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Check out my other DIY projects:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/07/use-sparingly-diy-foam-soap.html">DIY Foam Soap</a></span></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/diy-laundry-detergent.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Laundry Detergent</span></a></span></h4>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/diy-fabric-softener.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Fabric Softener</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/diy-baby-wipes.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Baby Wipes</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/fabric-refresher.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Fabric Refresher</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-review-counter-top-spray.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Counter Top Spray</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-reviews.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Soap Scum Remover</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<h4>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-review-diy-glass-cleaner.html"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">DIY Glass Cleaner</span></a></span></h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-84756025609960027332012-10-23T09:17:00.001-04:002012-10-23T09:17:19.954-04:007 Year Old Phineas and Ferb Birthday B celebrated his <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/09/my-world-changed.html">7th birthday</a> in September {Yes, I'm aware of the fact that it's October and I am just now posting this. I'm on Fall Break so I have time to do this now.} <br />
<br />
This year he told me that he wanted to have a Phineas and Ferb party. After I picked my jaw up off of the ground {He has had 4 Toy Story Themed parties in a row for his 6th, 5th, 4th, and 3rd birthdays}. I jumped at the chance to implement new party ideas!<br />
<br />
<i>A little Phineas and Ferb background:</i><br />
Phineas and Ferb are brothers who challenge each other to make the most of their summer vacation. Each day they use their science skills, along with some imagination, to build new outrageous contraptions. Mysteriously they are able to create and enjoy their new machines, without their parents ever seeing them, despite their older sister's best efforts to bust them.<br />
<br />
<b>Invitations:</b><br />
<br />
Brent found a <a href="http://www.cartoonwatcher.com/phineas-and-ferb/phineas-and-ferb-free-fonts.php">Phineas and Ferb font</a>. I used the it to create the invitations and he used it to create the banners.<b><br /></b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Outside </b></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxH3F-d5-5FLkgVC3GKKOhsPyJejZlJTAYb-Hg7bdrp1RY9s6iH9H3xKvgUeaJDW0jc04nXn3pbR8iQSbEHr2V4aQ5VON8JPqb7WLqWxlVKnq6hz8q2j6dXm-qSo-PBsuzhq0mDJgy0Q4/s1600/invitation.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxH3F-d5-5FLkgVC3GKKOhsPyJejZlJTAYb-Hg7bdrp1RY9s6iH9H3xKvgUeaJDW0jc04nXn3pbR8iQSbEHr2V4aQ5VON8JPqb7WLqWxlVKnq6hz8q2j6dXm-qSo-PBsuzhq0mDJgy0Q4/s320/invitation.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Inside</b></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVuy5wOKZ15bvemKiiqhG55B96HeTAynWZ3zgdr68q3OWgw7Qk4BNl4cuIHU0x7yTAz4r_6-wUlQaCe4Pt7ot6q3FrYqo7F0SVr71w5Zm_st_6MM94Gq4a3LL9ePG9uOmAXZRW36e3XU/s1600/inside.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVuy5wOKZ15bvemKiiqhG55B96HeTAynWZ3zgdr68q3OWgw7Qk4BNl4cuIHU0x7yTAz4r_6-wUlQaCe4Pt7ot6q3FrYqo7F0SVr71w5Zm_st_6MM94Gq4a3LL9ePG9uOmAXZRW36e3XU/s320/inside.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Thank You Notes:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW9cdFmXaXiRdm6RrFf10t21tq8Fv28anePlhWh6_UZ0CFUrPOULSOWZCDLpymY78W_2SdH6WBjbphfGRJjCstLjkc5RxdhzPmrz-UljyX5Ao-ekZYZYa4P2xqqp_P7KK5POg1EerU3Q/s1600/thank+you.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHW9cdFmXaXiRdm6RrFf10t21tq8Fv28anePlhWh6_UZ0CFUrPOULSOWZCDLpymY78W_2SdH6WBjbphfGRJjCstLjkc5RxdhzPmrz-UljyX5Ao-ekZYZYa4P2xqqp_P7KK5POg1EerU3Q/s320/thank+you.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<div align="left">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">**Email me at </span><a href="mailto:uniquelyerinnicole@gmail.com"><span style="font-size: x-small;">uniquelyerinnicole@gmail.com</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> if you are interested in purchasing invitations or thank you notes.**</span></div>
<div align="left">
</div>
<div align="left">
</div>
<b>Decorations: </b><br />
<br />
Brent created this banner that we hung on the front door. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8YO0RNkqSzi84CuclgJtDcp8DEpRF0mQwXNhmc_idjuRXff5M_WSMVXsX2zA2jAPfnL-SFYh5DfVfr5oYEqyOdq2NERHTYSz0UgwA6hQSeKFEv8KtOOwRQ7h6urFsx2XIY1f1pDEbMk/s1600/front+door.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8YO0RNkqSzi84CuclgJtDcp8DEpRF0mQwXNhmc_idjuRXff5M_WSMVXsX2zA2jAPfnL-SFYh5DfVfr5oYEqyOdq2NERHTYSz0UgwA6hQSeKFEv8KtOOwRQ7h6urFsx2XIY1f1pDEbMk/s320/front+door.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
He also created this banner. We hung it in our front room because the guitar rock out session would be held there {more on that later}.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uVa-oy6EGMHeP68psr7a3CkTBi7Qcs9bnf0rNhEnvcrx2l2jOkzM6MLRkI8FrE0qLvTh1d_bssEGAkrfkjNmC39JoN3bqeSH97-CbH_NlRblBcrkcw6ydqXC0GJXd3OiJcsc6JqgiaQ/s1600/band+sign.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uVa-oy6EGMHeP68psr7a3CkTBi7Qcs9bnf0rNhEnvcrx2l2jOkzM6MLRkI8FrE0qLvTh1d_bssEGAkrfkjNmC39JoN3bqeSH97-CbH_NlRblBcrkcw6ydqXC0GJXd3OiJcsc6JqgiaQ/s320/band+sign.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I ordered the tablecloths <a href="http://www.birthdaymania.com/party-phineas---ferb-party-supplies.html?gclid=CNGIh9T7lbMCFUZgMgodvUIAuQ">online</a>. B picked out the blue plates, napkins, cups, and silverware from the dollar store.<br />
<br />
Recycled cans from fruit were used to create utensils holders. I wrapped them with yellow scrapbook paper and added a green strip with a character sticker attached to it. When the party was over I saved the cans. The covers can be taken off and the cans can be re-decorated to match the next party theme.<br />
<br />
I always like to put a Sharpie out next to the cups so people can write their name on their cups.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJWLklwTCK9l_fOkVg06CAvTP7jkdzqUdT7nMfKgDdiv_Xv8od9B4ju51qQB-AeKPNy_j_EAhhYftFC9cZLOy7xgn7GuUXIUahRhwaVEby1m0APA870lrxA4QlGVUf4rFbyDfizuvN4s/s1600/planning+desk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJWLklwTCK9l_fOkVg06CAvTP7jkdzqUdT7nMfKgDdiv_Xv8od9B4ju51qQB-AeKPNy_j_EAhhYftFC9cZLOy7xgn7GuUXIUahRhwaVEby1m0APA870lrxA4QlGVUf4rFbyDfizuvN4s/s320/planning+desk.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUlNueMfPPAwKikaCmEgMVBS4ifEoolw1MBD2mkIY5cpyfd443bBPbjQ9BfH8EQ9wNDuVUYsJ2DbzfbKCKhtKjoFMeOHiyOVIqS-gqsQSIZqZrgz-E_-xdiZcH2B03AEB1WTkfHzNyAo/s1600/utencils+up+close.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUlNueMfPPAwKikaCmEgMVBS4ifEoolw1MBD2mkIY5cpyfd443bBPbjQ9BfH8EQ9wNDuVUYsJ2DbzfbKCKhtKjoFMeOHiyOVIqS-gqsQSIZqZrgz-E_-xdiZcH2B03AEB1WTkfHzNyAo/s320/utencils+up+close.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I ordered the party bags <a href="http://www.birthdaymania.com/party-phineas---ferb-party-supplies.html?gclid=CNGIh9T7lbMCFUZgMgodvUIAuQ">online</a>. B and I went to <a href="http://www.birthdaymania.com/party-phineas---ferb-party-supplies.html?gclid=CNGIh9T7lbMCFUZgMgodvUIAuQ">Party City</a> and found some Phineas and Ferb party favors to fill the the bags with.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatRh6SjQ1063PgMzlGmgKJk0UQzGcpRA_A-_di_9jS9w1EUJKUJgk7f0CTyhuF7LlP6Ptjw_hLPypN8DQFKp6xM0tLswhqR6SaZp6F31hma7TBg93JMCmusIIqwcW88aphrKaDbFA90E/s1600/upclose.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatRh6SjQ1063PgMzlGmgKJk0UQzGcpRA_A-_di_9jS9w1EUJKUJgk7f0CTyhuF7LlP6Ptjw_hLPypN8DQFKp6xM0tLswhqR6SaZp6F31hma7TBg93JMCmusIIqwcW88aphrKaDbFA90E/s320/upclose.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkkuCKzkpDaYv5wQegyD6rNhz2MPjpxOyZkXLv8pZJU3I4_vup2bXUnPUaQnwO0kSIfzXpP2uDYv115Jpm_D1apGQmWaytYmSVdRTniJDsTQgXYeqKqTzFAeBGL3I7rpWAaD97-wxAAk/s1600/treat+bags.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkkuCKzkpDaYv5wQegyD6rNhz2MPjpxOyZkXLv8pZJU3I4_vup2bXUnPUaQnwO0kSIfzXpP2uDYv115Jpm_D1apGQmWaytYmSVdRTniJDsTQgXYeqKqTzFAeBGL3I7rpWAaD97-wxAAk/s320/treat+bags.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Members of our family wore these shirts that I created from a <a href="http://disney.go.com/create/apps/comiccreator/phineas-and-ferb">website</a> I found. I bought the <a href="http://www.joann.com/search/_tee_shirts/">shirts</a> and <a href="http://www.joann.com/search/_transfer_paper/">transfer paper</a> at JoAnns.<br />
<br />
B's shirt says: Happy 7th Birthday Brayden. Brent's shirt says: Blast you Perry the Platypus.<br />
<br />
I found the onesie at Target. It was in a pack of 3. The other 2 onesies had patterns on them so I used the solid color one. There is a picture of Candace, Phineas and Ferb's older sister, on it with a caption that says: "Mom, Brayden's having a birthday party!{Candace is notorious for trying to bust Phineas and Ferb}.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTrV6cmNu2k33z_5EnqDqsFsuF3PeKpexTgrH-ivwhdVUx7NEQg_qazjOux4rEzL5WRS5kyytvirLxatG4T9GWrqOowBFLpGLuSBV-EAGM_SCtdXLgVgvEv-tvae72pQVyeob2iGqWKo/s1600/shirts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTrV6cmNu2k33z_5EnqDqsFsuF3PeKpexTgrH-ivwhdVUx7NEQg_qazjOux4rEzL5WRS5kyytvirLxatG4T9GWrqOowBFLpGLuSBV-EAGM_SCtdXLgVgvEv-tvae72pQVyeob2iGqWKo/s320/shirts.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Activities:</b><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br />
<b>Rockets </b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><br /></b>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
We used recycled water bottles to create rockets. The kids got to pick out nose cones and wings made from pieces of colored paper that Brent already had cut out.<br />
<br />
They then taped them to the rockets. I would suggest having multiple rolls of tape on hand for this activity. We made it work with 1 roll, but it would have been easier to have 2 or 3. It was also helpful to have other adults to assist the kids with the holding and taping. {B is in this great, <i>I'm 7 and I take goofy pictures phase</i>, so please excuse his expressions in these pictures.}</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><br /></b></div>
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMk_ZjJyJZwAPObgeDZSqO86ki1yPxH41La3LmkMIRO1kxgQF8p90ptwAoGo3UlYaQad2u9GveWDbrRv479pB4m8qG3QFvZUwWAEYhVhh6E43zBMQ-b14PWnIDmFmZ7bQwoRzWmrJZfTE/s1600/rockets.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMk_ZjJyJZwAPObgeDZSqO86ki1yPxH41La3LmkMIRO1kxgQF8p90ptwAoGo3UlYaQad2u9GveWDbrRv479pB4m8qG3QFvZUwWAEYhVhh6E43zBMQ-b14PWnIDmFmZ7bQwoRzWmrJZfTE/s320/rockets.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
After creating the rockets we took them outside to launch them. We attached a cork to the needle of a bicycle pump. Brent held onto the bottle and the cork while the kids pumped air into the rockets and launched them into the air.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkZqo-y0NEAk1aFIH26klWRiaJp7KpPVXUnW4Qe_Y6Xw64mgO3gw-Nt2OWMfX8dPkLxN4_tdVh4eSDRT0d5oscOnH08kdXLRt4vQ2yn9wmUUf3PIZ_uipneJqXKs6bMEXGYqlyL_Co4I/s1600/shooting+rockets.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkZqo-y0NEAk1aFIH26klWRiaJp7KpPVXUnW4Qe_Y6Xw64mgO3gw-Nt2OWMfX8dPkLxN4_tdVh4eSDRT0d5oscOnH08kdXLRt4vQ2yn9wmUUf3PIZ_uipneJqXKs6bMEXGYqlyL_Co4I/s320/shooting+rockets.JPG" width="265" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
After a few launches with the bicycle pump Brent got a great idea. He tried launching the rockets using his air compressor. The kids loved how their rockets flew higher! {As each rocket was launched Brent added his Tim the Tool Man Taylor 'man' grunt.}</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7tBg2af5E2Q0n7BHRaScDiOunfs9KKoZpu7pyqxWc5hE5a4r4IcJ77DQ33BDS8JDAuTpOG4VnY5OSZkNaZDrdCuIpkzBVfVjY8BpDXbW-_nuXdoAPqSBXSZrI7Ws5YQGebXauDwJCpU/s1600/more+power+rockets.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7tBg2af5E2Q0n7BHRaScDiOunfs9KKoZpu7pyqxWc5hE5a4r4IcJ77DQ33BDS8JDAuTpOG4VnY5OSZkNaZDrdCuIpkzBVfVjY8BpDXbW-_nuXdoAPqSBXSZrI7Ws5YQGebXauDwJCpU/s320/more+power+rockets.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Rainbow Volcanoes</b><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
Once the allure of the rockets died down we moved on to making Rainbow Volcanoes with baking soda and vinegar.<br />
<br />
I found the small containers, seen in the picture below, at the dollar store. There were 10 of them in a package and they only cost $1.00 {I thought the price was right!} I also liked that there were lids for the containers so I could easily prep them before the party started.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
I put baking soda in containers so that each child got 2 containers with baking soda. I used other containers to put vinegar mixed with food coloring in. Multiple kids were able to share a container of vinegar.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
The kids used eye droppers to pick up the vinegar and drop it into the baking soda. I found packages of eye droppers in the pharmacy department at Wal Mart. Once the vinegar and baking soda met they created a chemical and it bubbled and fizzed like a volcano.<b> </b>G was disappointed that his volcano didn't actually bubble over like a real volcano {Sorry to burst your bubble there buddy, but it's not that kind of a volcano.}<b><br /></b></div>
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7f9UAWoOC2C3NGNND8GsI-W__Cl7sbmZAxjfTMJunc3cwfZvirHp-9bd0osRzL09x-7WI9fpWtYmpdts4a1bn63qT5T0oZ5yrKgufqoDRHI9P8YyVoDtFq_V0-VlenwlJi4FPo0tQ2U/s1600/gavyn+and+volcanos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7f9UAWoOC2C3NGNND8GsI-W__Cl7sbmZAxjfTMJunc3cwfZvirHp-9bd0osRzL09x-7WI9fpWtYmpdts4a1bn63qT5T0oZ5yrKgufqoDRHI9P8YyVoDtFq_V0-VlenwlJi4FPo0tQ2U/s320/gavyn+and+volcanos.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
These are 2 of the baking soda pods after the food coloring vinegar mix has been dropped into it. The kids loved watching the baking soda bubble up as the vinegar mix was dropped into it.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2XOnWW58qcfcRYQHM2DqzNCM56fW6HiBRJ34Rw-sHOYsQrKRpLQit-HrvHhmb7ML1YpJK_qkJUrvnmfR8XFqzMXdzZRprXbXwJfWXojGtTJLx8KlEvIteLke26SPL48_iQ9hu7NOUs4/s1600/anfter+color.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2XOnWW58qcfcRYQHM2DqzNCM56fW6HiBRJ34Rw-sHOYsQrKRpLQit-HrvHhmb7ML1YpJK_qkJUrvnmfR8XFqzMXdzZRprXbXwJfWXojGtTJLx8KlEvIteLke26SPL48_iQ9hu7NOUs4/s320/anfter+color.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Rocking out with Guitars </b></div>
<br />
<br />
Next, we decorated guitars. I ordered these inflatable <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Design-Your-Own-Inflatable-Guitars/dp/B002ATGSBO/ref=sr_1_14?ie=UTF8&qid=1350956140&sr=8-14&keywords=blow+up+guitar">guitars</a>. I bought some permanent markers from the dollar store to decorate them with. I was a little leery about giving the kids permanent markers, but surprisingly, they didn't make a mess at all.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoprGv8c2B-z2K7CJE7MGSLHRMtgGEclkUZQxpm4INxL1c071DwJ6t6eOMlskb6TmB2yi4jE_YUZSZBFJBVqUI0543Co8fzm7cdaSEueOZKurFPjhIe-xQ2MdusKhHutQw2QvuR6L0rWs/s1600/guitars.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoprGv8c2B-z2K7CJE7MGSLHRMtgGEclkUZQxpm4INxL1c071DwJ6t6eOMlskb6TmB2yi4jE_YUZSZBFJBVqUI0543Co8fzm7cdaSEueOZKurFPjhIe-xQ2MdusKhHutQw2QvuR6L0rWs/s320/guitars.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
When the guitars were decorated it was time to have a little jam session! I ordered a Phineas and Ferb <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Phineas-Ferb-Various-Artists/dp/B002M2N9KW">sound track</a> for the kids to rock out to. As an added bonus these stylin' glasses came in the box with the guitars. The kids loved them!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNTMvMZ5JqZM9XRUvqsJDylih_ElcaU4O4ywv4dmyun8UStSeGmUEIAtInhxWfW4YlW_E94W84j7SvKgYZtU1ARVa8DLZZj2IwPA0RmGfE8nhA_58Psts4QO3SIMKrhxqZbJCDjrrl4I/s1600/rocking+out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNTMvMZ5JqZM9XRUvqsJDylih_ElcaU4O4ywv4dmyun8UStSeGmUEIAtInhxWfW4YlW_E94W84j7SvKgYZtU1ARVa8DLZZj2IwPA0RmGfE8nhA_58Psts4QO3SIMKrhxqZbJCDjrrl4I/s320/rocking+out.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Food:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
I served snack foods that included: apples, bananas, cheese balls, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, and Phineas and Ferb fruit snacks.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab-NTLouwGGQ_-aapNkglcCpcTBY8v4eoNxxJ9QiwngG70HhIh8qoBvI8rRbRiw2LaS6Sl_lN8Vlq3BbNbSSBxeMn-kThlI8aznSqf2Ma_0EHs0k1uJ1zs3uUbeRrdQBY02dznuxFnRc/s1600/food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab-NTLouwGGQ_-aapNkglcCpcTBY8v4eoNxxJ9QiwngG70HhIh8qoBvI8rRbRiw2LaS6Sl_lN8Vlq3BbNbSSBxeMn-kThlI8aznSqf2Ma_0EHs0k1uJ1zs3uUbeRrdQBY02dznuxFnRc/s320/food.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIKHF_N9L7WzlU_uzDCYR_q2h32sMZ-ANRhyphenhyphenJai1fWi8HMcYvyPIfc8MqD8mvq3O6wBQ8dc96a3cAt0dg2_Fs2Vroq-jCg0qm5Son7WY743i10kiVjSdUXxeOlmGBHFCZO5ceO64eg24/s1600/upclose+food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIKHF_N9L7WzlU_uzDCYR_q2h32sMZ-ANRhyphenhyphenJai1fWi8HMcYvyPIfc8MqD8mvq3O6wBQ8dc96a3cAt0dg2_Fs2Vroq-jCg0qm5Son7WY743i10kiVjSdUXxeOlmGBHFCZO5ceO64eg24/s320/upclose+food.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<b>Cake:</b><br />
<br />
<br />
The birthday boy and his Perry the Platypus cake {Again, here he is with the goofy 7 year old looks . . . aggg how long will this phase last?!}<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDZnNxc-oh36VUHUoaTpC21fjhhDkXc-hkw5ARwtT-dWNr1cS8vVuaAzZ5CRLCohrEQTaNQ51g7PoyqsOaqRIkCvuNlgjsETEpGK2TTFbnEtetp5NuXaav102c0PQmr3n3X2sC6dzsxg/s1600/brayden+and+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDZnNxc-oh36VUHUoaTpC21fjhhDkXc-hkw5ARwtT-dWNr1cS8vVuaAzZ5CRLCohrEQTaNQ51g7PoyqsOaqRIkCvuNlgjsETEpGK2TTFbnEtetp5NuXaav102c0PQmr3n3X2sC6dzsxg/s320/brayden+and+cake.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
I used a 13x9 pan for the cake. Perry's eyes are made from powdered sugar donuts and black jellybeans {I used a toothpick to hold the donuts onto the cake securely}. For his hat I used mini Hersey's bars. His feet and beak are made from orange Airheads.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBsR_9HFX_AccIZawCEicbkL4Wbq_TkOdpmE9CB_lTDCz4yt8Rn-sODPj74sikLw5gwNv4wMe023GMl0JYxrpyWtNJQvA6TPc_Yeb7OenATIpAbdBdL_WnX4CvyIpnTDPOB_mAanBDiI/s1600/cake+front.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBsR_9HFX_AccIZawCEicbkL4Wbq_TkOdpmE9CB_lTDCz4yt8Rn-sODPj74sikLw5gwNv4wMe023GMl0JYxrpyWtNJQvA6TPc_Yeb7OenATIpAbdBdL_WnX4CvyIpnTDPOB_mAanBDiI/s320/cake+front.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HB-syYo4NV-mYm8-K2XiLTDHEWQvK3qfyYa-MO1nc40gR0irGz8CHoig3F8d56n3Fqypm_uzZLHUw6luqpD61jHO5c1hEYUXNlH21P2S8b3KDTG8lQTYzGYkF6BgYJuMk03yyBKzS9I/s1600/cake+back.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HB-syYo4NV-mYm8-K2XiLTDHEWQvK3qfyYa-MO1nc40gR0irGz8CHoig3F8d56n3Fqypm_uzZLHUw6luqpD61jHO5c1hEYUXNlH21P2S8b3KDTG8lQTYzGYkF6BgYJuMk03yyBKzS9I/s320/cake+back.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
We all had a lot of fun celebrating Brayden's 7th birthday in Phineas and Ferb style! Now I'm onto planning Baby M's first birthday!<br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-40254577002063150782012-10-17T17:31:00.001-04:002012-10-20T23:35:08.543-04:00She's Simply AmazingYou may recall this post, <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/help-me-to-understand.html">I Just Don't Understand</a>, from April.<br />
<br />
When I wrote it I expressed my fears, about Baby M's eyes, that had recently been confirmed.<br />
<br />
We took her to see a pediatric opthamologist, in May, as suggested by our pediatrician. At the time of the initial opthamologist visit Baby M was 4 months old.<br />
<br />
During this visit the opthamologist noted that her right eye did, in fact have a horizontal drift, she was diagnosed with Strabismus. I learned that Strabismus is an eye condition where the eye muscles don't line up and are too long, preventing the ability to focus the eyes. Her vision was not affected by the Strabismus and was in the normal range for a child her age.<br />
<br />
The opthamologist said he wanted to 'keep an eye' on it until she was 6 months old. At that point further decisions would be made. These decisions included the possibility of glasses or worse case scenario, surgery. Before leaving I scheduled a second appointment for August. This was the soonest I could get her in.<br />
<br />
In June, we took Baby M to her 6 month, Well Baby visit. The pediatrician inquired about our visit with the opthamologist. I reported the information I was given, regarding the diagnosis and the waiting. I also shared that I thought her eye seemed to be drifting more. He agreed.<br />
<br />
After hearing that the pediatrician agreed about her eye drift becoming more sever I called the opthamologist in hopes of moving her appointment up from August. I was successful and the appointment was moved to mid June!<br />
<br />
In mid June we took her to the second optamologist appointment. I was dreading, but expecting, to hear that she would need glasses.<br />
<br />
We met with a new doctor this time. He was nice, but seemed to lack the 'kid friendly' doctor appeal that doctor #1 had. It was very apparent that the first opthamologist was a father himself. He related to Baby M very well and to Brent and I as well.<br />
<br />
Doctor #2 walked in and seemed to have a little too much confidence in himself. Don't get me wrong confidence is good, but there was just something about the way in which he entered the room that we found to be less than comforting.<br />
<br />
Later, Brent and I talked and we both compared him to Christian Troy, from Nip Tuck. {For those of you not familiar with the show, Christian was the self proclaimed 'ladies man' of the show. The patients swooned over him and he practically had everyone eating from the palm of his hand. To put it simply, he was a man whore.} Now, I have no idea, nor do I care, about Dr. #2's love life. I'm just trying to describe his demeanor.<br />
<br />
He looked at Baby M's eyes and quickly did all of the measurements that had previously been done. Then without hesitating and without any preparation he blatantly said, "Well let's not put it off. She needs surgery." JUST. LIKE. THAT. <br />
<br />
I mean there was nothing that could have prepared me for that statement. I wouldn't have wanted him to sugar coat it, but it sure would have been nice to have a little conversation that lead up to it. Like maybe an idea as to what he was thinking regarding the measurements he had just taken or something . . . anything . . .<br />
<br />
I'm guessing that our facial expressions or body language or something must have provided him with the clue that we were slightly 'shell shocked' with his statement, because he then climbed down from his pedestal and joined us mere mortals.<br />
<br />
To be honest I don't recall much of the conversation that occurred from that point on. I was still trying to digest the fact that my daughter, my then 6 month old daughter, was going to need surgery. I myself, have only had my wisdom teeth taken out and I was 24 years old when that happened. In my mind I kept thinking we're talking about an infant here.<br />
<br />
As the conversation continued I managed to somehow speak coherently and mention that my school was moving to a 'balanced calendar' schedule for the upcoming school year. We would have 2 weeks off for Fall Break in October. I thought that perhaps this would be a good time to have the surgery. Everyone agreed and the surgery was scheduled for October 12.<br />
<br />
So we'll fast forward a bit from June to October.<br />
<br />
This whole surgery thing was quite a learning experience for me. While we had the date 'penciled' in we were not made aware of the specific time of the surgery until the Wednesday before {which I found to be a bit unnerving}. <br />
<br />
I received several phone calls about the surgery throughout the week. It seemed like someone from each department of both the surgery center and the eye doctor's office called me and asked similar questions each time.<br />
<br />
Oh and to make things just a <i>bit</i> more fun, I had to return all of the
calls and play phone tag with each person at least 2 times. I can't
receive phone calls at work during the day. I can listen to my voice
mail and return calls on my lunch and prep, but of course those times
don't work with other people's schedules.<br />
<br />
I almost forgot to add the best <i>twist</i> that 'popped' up during the whole thing. Baby M woke up during the night 3 times between Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. She almost <i>never</i> wakes up during the night. <br />
<br />
As we were getting ready for work Wednesday morning Brent and I talked about taking her to the pediatrician to find out what was going on. I suspected it was an ear infection . . . and was correct in my suspicion.<br />
<br />
Brent had taken her to the appointment and told them that she was scheduled to have surgery on Friday. The nurse told Brent to call the eye doctor and alert them to the ear infection and the eye doctor would make the final call from there.<br />
<br />
I called and left 2 messages about the ear infection as soon as I knew about it on Wednesday afternoon. I didn't receive a response from them until Thursday evening. The message I received stated that we should go ahead and bring her for surgery. Things <i>should</i> be okay. The anesthesiologist would have the final say regarding moving forward with surgery or not.<br />
<br />
So feeling very nervous, about the surgery and on edge, about the unknown, regarding scheduling and what to prepare for before and after surgery, Brent and I arrived with Baby M at the surgery center on Friday morning.<br />
<br />
Both the staff and the nurses were so kind to Brent, Baby M, and I. We found them to be very comforting.<br />
<br />
Baby M was in the best mood that morning. She couldn't stop smiling and clapping. She kept cooing and babbling to everyone within her sight. She really is such a happy baby. Whenever anyone talks to her, her whole face lights up and she just grins a big 'ol two bottom teeth grin.<br />
<br />
We were taken to a small room where they listened to her breathing and we changed her into her hospital gown {Yes, they have gowns for babies}. We met with the nurse, the anesthesiologist, and the doctor. It was determined that she was well enough for surgery.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhBeZ0-1cLwrl_URAPBByB6yAXj_KpV9qHrO6jJsfugHPkXqnTAapmfr7wxLNM4F44D1pYHyrrs541TxssMhF4IbWsmGgtKe7Xv19fe1_tJ87kn1vbFEyUXvrqyKy3E5sVQNcqJFeww-k/s1600/surgery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhBeZ0-1cLwrl_URAPBByB6yAXj_KpV9qHrO6jJsfugHPkXqnTAapmfr7wxLNM4F44D1pYHyrrs541TxssMhF4IbWsmGgtKe7Xv19fe1_tJ87kn1vbFEyUXvrqyKy3E5sVQNcqJFeww-k/s320/surgery.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
The doctor told us that he would be fixing 4 muscles {2 in each eye}. He explained that the surgery would take about an hour. When it was completed he would meet with us to let us know how things went. We would then wait for her to wake up from anesthesia and we would be taken back to her. Our conversation concluded with him telling us, "We'll take good care of her." {This was nice to hear coming from a doctor who seemed to show little, to no emotion}.<br />
<br />
So we sat . . .<br />
<br />
for what felt like the LONGEST hour of my life. Thank goodness for Smartphones, texting, and Facebook. Also, thank you for family and friends who prayed and sent messages of hope. I'll never be able to repay them for that.<br />
<br />
When we were called I felt as if I couldn't get to the counter fast enough. We were taken from the waiting room into a small room to do none other than . . . wait some more. I have no idea how long we sat in that room, but my stomach was in knots the entire time. The longer we waited the more my mind raced. I finally asked Brent why he thought it was taking so long. He said he had no idea. Again, I said "why do you think it's taking so long? Do you think something went wrong?" Now realizing how much I was truly freaking out inside he came up with some goofy reason to make me laugh {He's so good about that}.<br />
<br />
Finally, the doctor came in. He told us that everything went well. He explained post-surgery care procedures and told us that when she woke up they would come and get us.<br />
<br />
We were taken back to the waiting room to wait for her to wake up. This wait didn't seem to last as long. We were walked back to the recovery area. A nurse was holding her and she was slightly moving and moaning.<br />
<br />
Having Baby M placed in my arms felt almost like first time I held her when she was born. I cannot put into words the sense of relief that was lifted from shoulders when I held my warm, breathing baby,who was making noises. I immediately thanked God for keeping her safe.<br />
<br />
Shortly after being led into that room we were able to change her back into her clothes and take her home. We were told to expect her to sleep for most of the day and to give her Tylenol as needed.<br />
<br />
She slept the entire way home. When we got home she woke up for a little bit. We gave her Tylenol and I nursed her. She went back to sleep and didn't wake up until later that evening.<br />
<br />
When she did wake up she was slow to begin moving, but seemed to pick up where she left off. She wanted to get down on the floor and play with her toys. Of course she didn't want to be on the floor alone. She wanted Mommy to sit with her, but she wanted to play. So to the floor I went.<br />
<br />
Throughout the whole process she has only had 3 doses of Tylenol and we have to give her eye drops 4 times a day. I am in awe of her strength.<br />
<br />
I got a paper cut on my cornea when I was in college and I can't explain how painful that was. This little girl has had 4 muscles on her eyes moved . . . I'm sure the pain from my paper cut pales in comparison to what she has gone through.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
To put it blatantly, She is Simply Amazing!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZBmpdP1yhQGE9xNszUCY2oFCk6tXt9EBcztjD7saxo9RpuSsmlFqitc5-tTeitrie09Zw0jMYHDx74e9R6J8RTalBGnJwH79KsW8GK6TovUCJfJi5ns-gdH4Qs1_l8t4eH0oibFOyXI/s1600/DSC03383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirZBmpdP1yhQGE9xNszUCY2oFCk6tXt9EBcztjD7saxo9RpuSsmlFqitc5-tTeitrie09Zw0jMYHDx74e9R6J8RTalBGnJwH79KsW8GK6TovUCJfJi5ns-gdH4Qs1_l8t4eH0oibFOyXI/s320/DSC03383.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-86824223829041166482012-09-18T00:00:00.000-04:002012-09-18T00:00:01.934-04:00My World Changed7 years ago today, at 11:21 PM my world was forever changed.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RvJfBK1jdWosFfEX2SQoYdUoobNaAe9avA8M6yveE0bP76mfcq8rKMY8cZ87NYUNe6hdPe5U99O8NGvbxvvGPMJuW_PoBj9-2dplBQC1QFaION2wFQL5Z1Lh2Yho3MUJefJ8E71QIX4/s1600/DSC03192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RvJfBK1jdWosFfEX2SQoYdUoobNaAe9avA8M6yveE0bP76mfcq8rKMY8cZ87NYUNe6hdPe5U99O8NGvbxvvGPMJuW_PoBj9-2dplBQC1QFaION2wFQL5Z1Lh2Yho3MUJefJ8E71QIX4/s320/DSC03192.JPG" width="198" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<br />
I was blessed to become the mother of none other than, Brayden William-Lawrence.<br />
<br />
He was 7 lbs 9 oz and 21 1/2 inches long. He had 10 toes and 10 fingers and a head full of dark hair.<br />
<br />
He was absolutely perfect in every way.<br />
<br />
It was on this day when I learned what it means to truly love someone and put another person's needs before my own.<br />
<br />
No book or article could have ever prepared me for all of the lessons that this one little boy has taught me and continues to teach me each day.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3anw2pC1yaqMVjeiRNl-JcVc5SIqybs7KG2Mpxx2e9h8pMB7T-Su9sMXWg_kmKHbGz5qy9eddkhTAvTW2Cd8QjVa0cEGNUE9ydSP-9zIDs9KRZooTmWMFpx3f6oWX_dsyB7rxvl3icSw/s1600/9-4-06+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3anw2pC1yaqMVjeiRNl-JcVc5SIqybs7KG2Mpxx2e9h8pMB7T-Su9sMXWg_kmKHbGz5qy9eddkhTAvTW2Cd8QjVa0cEGNUE9ydSP-9zIDs9KRZooTmWMFpx3f6oWX_dsyB7rxvl3icSw/s320/9-4-06+%25282%2529.jpg" width="177" /></a></div>
<br />
On the day that he made his way into this world I turned down the opportunity to attend a Colts game with Brent.<br />
<br />
He had been given free tickets from work. The idea of climbing bleachers and squeezing next to some random stranger while 9 months pregnant lacked a certain appeal to me, if you know what I mean.<br />
<br />
Brent's cousin was happy to take my place at the game. When the guys returned home from the game I had dinner ready. We ate, his cousin left, and Brent and I went about our typical Sunday night routine.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIXvXhIYWEKz3UuGfE2Ys1JHcBPEbFjwFIskqVja1qmhznx257ad7lRQJqyY4kKTyLYi6XdVGrhKApYfvwM71KfipnOK8GcqQlAiiyl5M46r5VFRMqSG9pYeyqEQaW0e_KgEtjDna878/s1600/IMG_2840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIXvXhIYWEKz3UuGfE2Ys1JHcBPEbFjwFIskqVja1qmhznx257ad7lRQJqyY4kKTyLYi6XdVGrhKApYfvwM71KfipnOK8GcqQlAiiyl5M46r5VFRMqSG9pYeyqEQaW0e_KgEtjDna878/s320/IMG_2840.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
As I was sitting on the floor coloring something for the preschool class that I was teaching at the time I began to feel slightly crampy. <br />
<br />
I decided to stretch out on our bed for a few minutes thinking this would relieve the cramps. Much to my surprise my water suddenly broke!<br />
<br />
We called our families and quickly headed to the hospital. We did stop to drop off lesson plans at my assistant teacher's house {it was on the way}.<br />
<br />
When I quickly learned that I was already dilated to 7cm. I was informed that if I wanted an epidural I needed to get one quickly or it would be too late.<br />
<br />
The thought of a needle going into my back terrified me, so I chose to go without the epidural.<br />
<br />
Considering the fact that my water broke around 7:30 and I was holding my sweet baby by 11:21, I'd say my first birth experience wasn't too bad.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vaGjU0tjUsp_L2WtWIufzT7nYbM8Y238Oda2wijloSVCC10A0TjZqXQbj4CuDJTAwkrAVKcv0AKRzq52pGZ7qbxGN6QbdWGIopv-Hhw2xRBf31awlugLF2BwP7cnhZ0FTeR0xlUiUMM/s1600/Brayden+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1vaGjU0tjUsp_L2WtWIufzT7nYbM8Y238Oda2wijloSVCC10A0TjZqXQbj4CuDJTAwkrAVKcv0AKRzq52pGZ7qbxGN6QbdWGIopv-Hhw2xRBf31awlugLF2BwP7cnhZ0FTeR0xlUiUMM/s320/Brayden+011.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
I know I'm not alone when it comes to reminiscing about my little boy being born. It is amazing how quickly the time has passed.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xffqK1cJWsTeZ8xRojWOIWvjl_SpPKnozu3lzxDXVNMOs3KhccbYhNKLXe56tEjGpVnXQG9iwT6wnNRv1eCJFQxMluk5M-AYkcOCufcKjQu8O3RHuhWhC3RSnkMN7XhyGHIQO2-UC9U/s1600/IMG_7214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xffqK1cJWsTeZ8xRojWOIWvjl_SpPKnozu3lzxDXVNMOs3KhccbYhNKLXe56tEjGpVnXQG9iwT6wnNRv1eCJFQxMluk5M-AYkcOCufcKjQu8O3RHuhWhC3RSnkMN7XhyGHIQO2-UC9U/s320/IMG_7214.JPG" width="241" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
While we have had our ups and downs during his short 7 years with us, I know that began our family circle.<br />
<br />
Becoming a parent has solidified our marriage and pushed us to limits we could have never imagined.<br />
<br />
No matter what, in the end, we are a family. We love one another and that's the bottom line.<br />
<br />
Happy Birthday Brady! Mommy and Daddy love you!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZBCIBfIwftXsNFmWvQ81-oxfAeCvxwXi3ktwCGcs_7tKhyphenhyphenuLNQ4msBLnChr2swCk-reZ84Ew3DLTWQQzn8OwlIZqPpLzSTaOIMSXBQs0ws8bw7ID6mafUer35XEN5KVdde0mKjlYvnM/s1600/17547_1236441871391_1239560466_30883895_1537423_n%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZBCIBfIwftXsNFmWvQ81-oxfAeCvxwXi3ktwCGcs_7tKhyphenhyphenuLNQ4msBLnChr2swCk-reZ84Ew3DLTWQQzn8OwlIZqPpLzSTaOIMSXBQs0ws8bw7ID6mafUer35XEN5KVdde0mKjlYvnM/s320/17547_1236441871391_1239560466_30883895_1537423_n%5B1%5D.jpg" width="291" /></a></div>
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-552947507285798612012-09-04T21:11:00.000-04:002012-09-04T21:12:05.964-04:00I Just Can't Win!<br />
<br />
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
<o:AllowPNG/>
</o:OfficeDocumentSettings>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:View>Normal</w:View>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:TrackMoves/>
<w:TrackFormatting/>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:DoNotPromoteQF/>
<w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther>
<w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian>
<w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:SnapToGridInCell/>
<w:WrapTextWithPunct/>
<w:UseAsianBreakRules/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
<w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/>
<w:EnableOpenTypeKerning/>
<w:DontFlipMirrorIndents/>
<w:OverrideTableStyleHps/>
</w:Compatibility>
<m:mathPr>
<m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/>
<m:brkBin m:val="before"/>
<m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/>
<m:smallFrac m:val="off"/>
<m:dispDef/>
<m:lMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:rMargin m:val="0"/>
<m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/>
<m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/>
<m:intLim m:val="subSup"/>
<m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/>
</m:mathPr></w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
DefSemiHidden="true" DefQFormat="false" DefPriority="99"
LatentStyleCount="267">
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="0" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Normal"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="heading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="9" QFormat="true" Name="heading 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 7"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 8"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" Name="toc 9"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="35" QFormat="true" Name="caption"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="10" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" Name="Default Paragraph Font"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="11" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtitle"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="22" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Strong"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="20" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="59" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Table Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Placeholder Text"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="1" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="No Spacing"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Revision"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="34" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="List Paragraph"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="29" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="30" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Quote"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 1"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 2"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 3"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 4"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 5"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="60" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="61" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="62" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Light Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="63" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="64" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Shading 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="65" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="66" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium List 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="67" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 1 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="68" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 2 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="69" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Medium Grid 3 Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="70" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Dark List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="71" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Shading Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="72" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful List Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="73" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" Name="Colorful Grid Accent 6"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="19" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="21" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Emphasis"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="31" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Subtle Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="32" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Intense Reference"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="33" SemiHidden="false"
UnhideWhenUsed="false" QFormat="true" Name="Book Title"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="37" Name="Bibliography"/>
<w:LsdException Locked="false" Priority="39" QFormat="true" Name="TOC Heading"/>
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0in;
mso-para-margin-right:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0in;
line-height:115%;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:11.0pt;
font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";
mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
A few weeks I explained my lack of <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/08/im-still-here.html">blogging
lately</a> along with how G was hit with the croup.<br />
<br />
***************************************************************************<br />
<br />
Just as I was beginning to feel that things {work, family, and whatnot} were
falling into my typical smooth pattern . . . I realized I spoke {or blogged
rather} too quickly!<br />
<br />
I ran into a few little snags at work {which were typical beginning of the
year snags, but time consuming nonetheless}.<br />
<br />
I hit a big snag when the weekend after G had the croup, Little Miss thought
it was a good idea to get her first ear infection {isn't she sweet?}.<br />
<br />
Of course she chose the perfect time to spike a 101.8 fever, too . . . .
8:00 on Friday night!<br />
<br />
Luckily, I learned that the doctor's office has special Saturday hours from
9:00-12:00 {Children always help to keep you on your toes, right?}. I was
able to get her into the doctor, get her some medicine, and she is feeling much
better. She rested for the remainder of the weekend and was back to her
typical happy self by Monday, which was just enough time for the next shoe to
drop.<br />
<br />
***************************************************************************
<br />
<br />
Brent came home Monday night and informed me that he would need to put in a
lot of over time on a project that was due in 2 weeks {insert my enthusiasm
here!}<br />
<br />
I am <s>happy</s> ecstatic, actually, to report everyone is finally well in
my house and I survived the 2 weeks of Brent's over time {And so did he.
Let's face it; it was just as difficult on him as it was on me}.<br />
<br />
***************************************************************************
<br />
<br />
<br />
The 3 day weekend really provided some much needed rest and relaxation!<br />
<br />
I have been so bummed about not being able to blog. I have mentally
blogged so often, but when I actually had the time to sit down and get to
business, what happened, I started to fall asleep {Darn, I’m old!}.<br />
<br />
Now, here I am, finally able to complete the post that I began 3 weeks
ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually I had to alter it quite a
bit because so much has happened since its beginning.<br />
<br />
I am very frustrated with myself. I worked so hard to build this blog
and to meet people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now it's as if I
have just let that all just slip through my fingers.<br />
<br />
I miss catching up with my blogging friends. I want you to know that I
have been able to read a few of your posts from my phone, while waiting in line
and whatnot, but I haven't been able to comment due to interruptions or because
of bad service.<br />
<br />
I am desperately hoping that this post will serve as my 're-appearance' into
the bloggy scene. <br />
I'm going to be realistic though, I can't expect myself to post as
frequently as I did over the summer.<br />
I do want to post more often than I have been able to in the past 5
weeks. So I'll settle for a happy medium.<br />
Frankly, I'll just be happy to keep in touch with my friends, because
in the end that's what this is all about: meeting friends, communication, and
keeping in touch with my readers.<br />
<br />
So in closing I would like to say:<br />
<i>"Hi friends! I have missed
you, please share your life updates with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I can’t wait to read all about you!" </i><br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-52097705901525275792012-08-13T05:34:00.001-04:002012-08-13T22:14:42.206-04:00I'm Still Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
</div>
<br />
<br />
You may or may not be aware of the fact that I have gone back to <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/08/back-to-cool.html">work</a>.<br />
<br />
Also, you may or may not be aware of how chaotic the beginning of the school
year is from the prospective of a teacher {Oh, heck for anyone for that
matter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s hectic for me as a parent
as well!}.<br />
So you are better able to understand the craziness, I will provide you with
a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">brief</i> example of my day:<br />
<br />
I get up at <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/430-am-totally-do-able.html">4:30</a>. I help to get all 3 kids ready and out the
door. I drop Baby M off at the baby sitter and take B to school with me
{He's at my school this year}. I put a smile on my face and
greet 24 lovely kiddos {I really do have a great group this year!}. I
give the same direction 585 times. I pack up my students and take them to
the bus. I attend meetings and fill out paper work. Finally, I am
able to prepare for upcoming lessons and activities {Of course this is done
after contract time}. B and I pick up Baby M and head home for the
evening. We eat dinner, do homework, take bathes and prepare for the next
day. After putting the kids to bed and working on more things for school
I manage to crawl into bed around midnight.<br />
<br />
As you can imagine I'm just flat. out. exhausted!<br />
<br />
Sadly, this is why I have not been as involved in the bloggy world.
Things will begin to slow down soon and I will be able to participate more.<br />
<br />
Like most people, I am living for the weekend more than ever. This
weekend, however, brought more excitement {if you can call it that} than I
would have liked. <br />
<br />
Let me explain.<br />
<br />
When I got home on Friday night, as I was talking with G about his day, I noticed
that his voice sounded rather raspy.<br />
<br />
Part of me thought it was just a result of, beginning of the school year
germs. I also wondered if he may have had the beginning of croup.<br />
<br />
Bright and early on Saturday morning he burst through our door and sounded terrible.<br />
<br />
He sounded as if he was gasping for breath. In between breaths he
managed to squeeze out a cry.<br />
<br />
His main complaint . . . was that he couldn't talk. Yes, that's
correct. He wasn't worried about the fact that it sounded as if he could barely
breathe, he was upset about the fact that he had no voice.<br />
<br />
Now, I need to explain {before you go judging me as a terrible parent and
all}. Last year he had croup and sounded just like this. At the
time I freaked out because he sounded like he couldn't breathe at all.
Brent took him to the doctor's office and we learned that he did have the croup
and that it just sounds bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His oxygen
intake was at 95%. So due to prior experience I knew it wasn't as bad as
it sounded {and in all honest a break from his nonstop talking was welcomed}.<br />
<br />
I called our doctor to ask if it would be better to take G to the ER or to
an immediate care clinic. Rather than sending us to either he just called
in a prescription {Um, THANK YOU!}<br />
<br />
While Brent went to get meds I took G to the bathroom and turned on the
shower. The steam from the shower helps constrict the blood vessels
making breathing easier.<br />
<br />
At one point G said he felt as if he were going to throw up so he headed to
the toilet. I was completely grossed out at the sight of the disgusting
toilet he was hanging his head over.<br />
<br />
Naturally, what did I do? Well, I cleaned it of course. I mean
what else do you at 6 AM on a Saturday when your kid is sick?! I also
proceeded to clean the rest of the bathroom and the upstairs while I was at it.<br />
<br />
I went on to throwing in a load of laundry.<br />
<br />
By the time Brent returned with the medicine G was asleep on the bathroom
floor.<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<img alt="0811120643.jpg" class="hv" height="240" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=3c5f7691b5&view=att&th=1391f46a4870b19d&attid=0.1&disp=thd&zw" width="320" /></div>
<br />
*Please notice he is wearing none other than <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the</i> <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/07/growing-up-is-hard.html">Santa Jammies</a>!<br />
<br />
The directions on the bottle said to give him the medicine with food.
We woke him up to give him a granola bar and the medicine. After
swallowing it, he looked at us and said, "Umm that tastes good!"<br />
It was too funny not to laugh at him.<br />
<br />
He then wanted to lay back down with me and since he wasn't feeling well
what else could I do, but comply with his request. Not to mention the fact that
I never pass up on a good cuddle time.<br />
<br />
When we woke up he sounded MUCH better and acted like himself for the
remainder of the weekend.<br />
<br />
<b>So tell me how have you been?</b><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-83284952922869454262012-08-01T21:05:00.000-04:002012-08-01T21:05:00.887-04:00Back to CoolUnfortunately, I have been so busy with work that I've been forced to take a
temporary break from blogging . . . *sigh*<br />
<div style="tab-stops: 174.75pt;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
I 'officially' went back on Tuesday and my kids came today.<br />
<br />
Let's be honest here, I've spent about 3 or 4 weeks {with no air
conditioning by the way} working in my classroom. I've been going in with
a friend after we both eat dinner with our families and after the kids settle
down for the night. There is no way to get ready for the school year in
the 1 mandatory contract day set aside before the kids come. <br />
<br />
I did get a new Back to School hair do.<br />
<br />
Here's the before:<br />
<br />
<img alt="" class="spotlight" height="200" src="https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc6/s720x720/251969_3606252515176_999132393_n.jpg" style="height: 520px; width: 390px;" width="150" /><br />
<br />
I posted this picture on Facebook and a friend asked why I looked so mad.<br />
<br />
I wasn't going for the mad look. It's more like I kinda feel like a
dummy taking a picture of myself if the mirror, but whateva, I'm gonna take one
anyway look.<br />
<br />
Here's the after:<br />
<br />
<img alt="" class="spotlight" src="https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/406343_3606807729056_182277252_n.jpg" style="height: 520px; width: 390px;" /><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;">
So be honest now, what do ya think? Am I like totally unprofessional
with pink hair and all?</div>
<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: inherit;">
Alrighty I hate to do this, but that’s all I’ve got for tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> </div>
<div style="font-family: inherit;">
<br /></div>
<div style="font-family: inherit;">
This going to bed at 1:30 and getting up at
4:30 is putting a serious cramp in my style!</div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-14930760993010908992012-07-30T09:40:00.002-04:002012-07-30T09:40:54.494-04:00Stupid Swimming Lessons Update<a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/07/stupid-swimming-lessons.html">{Stupid Swimming Lessons}</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrGaJ_3XQ6ziWaQnIdkxkljW620o0ATVQW2yQas4sP03FXdPnuRbYlrBvtmFMt6zWXNYEJr2WHzSIRbB9w3Zes3TH4v_1aJzX6e3fE5pT3nwVqhs92V-EJOiwtkRuKtO97bTeK0w9zqI/s1600/stupid+swimming+lessons+update.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrGaJ_3XQ6ziWaQnIdkxkljW620o0ATVQW2yQas4sP03FXdPnuRbYlrBvtmFMt6zWXNYEJr2WHzSIRbB9w3Zes3TH4v_1aJzX6e3fE5pT3nwVqhs92V-EJOiwtkRuKtO97bTeK0w9zqI/s320/stupid+swimming+lessons+update.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Swimming Lessons ended on Thursday night. You may recall that I
attempted to speak with the director before leaving the pool that night, but
was unsuccessful. I called to leave a voice mail message for her, when we
got home.<br />
<br />
I was pleasantly surprised when she returned my phone call Friday morning.<br />
<br />
I wasn't quite prepared for the call and I had to scramble downstairs to
find the Progress Report so I could specifically read to her what was
written {I always hate confrontational moments like this. I get very
flustered and more than likely sound like an idiot!}<br />
<br />
Once I was able to successfully locate the Progress Report I felt like I was
able to talk with her a little more easily, however, I was still nervous {It's
that darn people pleaser in me!}<br />
<br />
I was grasping at straws as I began trying to gently explain my frustration
with; not only the comments that were written, but the attitude the swimming
teacher possessed, along with his lack of communication, and confidentiality. <br />
<br />
My mind was put at ease as we talked and she understood my
frustration. She explained to me that part of the lifeguard and swim
teacher training discussed communicating with parents. The training also
included giving swimmers specific skills to practice as they waited for their
turn to work with the teacher individually.<br />
<br />
After talking with B, I learned that the infamous 'messing around' occurred
when they were told to stay by the wall while the teacher was working
individually with another swimmer. B was not told to practice kicking or
arm strokes {he has been told to do this in the past with other swimming
teachers}. Again, I'm not excusing my son's behavior, but I am better
able to understand that it happened because he was expected to just stay on a
wall with 2 other kids his age. He wasn't given anything constructive to
do, so he found something to do, which wasn't a good choice.<br />
<br />
Before our conversation concluded the director thanked me for bringing these
items of frustration to her attention. She went on to say that the swim
teacher would not be able to grow without parent feedback. The director
also stated that they always try to make the program the best that it can be
and talking with parents helps with that.<br />
<br />
Now that the situation is done and over with I feel better knowing that I
stood up for my child in a respectful way. <br />
<br />
I realize that the swimming instructor is young {even younger than I gave
him credit for initially} and doesn't realize the effect of his words and
actions have. I hope that he will use this opportunity to learn and think
before he acts in future.<br />
<br />
Part of my heart still aches knowing that my son wasn't really ever given a
fair chance to show the swim teacher that he does know how to listen and be
respectful. B is caring and kind and he
wants to follow directions. He just needs to know what the exceptions are
that he should be following.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-30984200798147841892012-07-27T02:04:00.001-04:002012-07-30T09:43:20.483-04:00Stupid Swimming Lessons{WARNING: This Mommy is about to get <i>ugly</i>}<br />
<br />
Alright so here's the situation:<br />
<br />
B and G have been taking swimming lessons 2 days a week for the past month {This
is not the first summer they have taken lessons}.<br />
<br />
Last night was their last lesson. When lessons ended they were given
Progress Reports.<br />
<br />
The Progress Report is broken up into 7 sections with various titles, such
as Personal Safety and Stroke Development. It ends with section labeled, <i>Instructor's
Comments</i>.<br />
<br />
B handed me his soggy Progress Report and I glanced at it. As I scanned through it I was trying to help him dry off, alert G as to where we were
{For some reason he wasn't able to find us.}, and bounce a fussy Baby M.<br />
<br />
<i>Now before I go any further I need to let you know that I am not one of
those people who thinks that her child is a perfect swimmer and expects a + mark to
be in each box. For goodness sakes the kid is 6. Having this kind
of attitude, in my opinion, suggests that there is no room for growth.
Let's be honest here, we can all grow in some way.</i><br />
<br />
Ok back on topic, when I got to the section labeled: Swimmer's Attitude
I read,<br />
<br />
2. Listens to instructions and follows directions.<br />
The teacher {who appeared to be a high school kid, but my better judgment
tells me that he was at least a Freshman in college.} wrote: Messes around to
{That's not a typo. He really spelled it like that.} much with J {wrote
out the other child's name}.<br />
<br />
<i>Now wait a minute, why am I just now learning about my child 'messing
around too much' with another child? If this problem was significant
enough for you to bring it to my attention in the Progress Report maybe you,
Mr. Swim Teacher, should have alerted Brent and I to the issue a little
sooner. This way we could have addressed it with B. And maybe, just
maybe it would have stopped. Oh and on another note, I don't think it was
appropriate for you to write another child's name on my child's Progress
Report. Have you heard of a little thing called confidentiality?
Since this 'messing around' was so troublesome, I'm guessing that you wrote my
child's name on the other child's Progress Report. Now in all honesty,
I'm sure J is a lovely child and his family is just fantastic, but on the off
chance that they are crazy psychos, I'm not too thrilled about B's name
potentially being written on J's Progress Report.</i><br />
<br />
Ok problem #2:<br />
<br />
Under the same section heading I continued to read:<br />
<br />
4. Demonstrates caring, honesty, respect & responsibility.<br />
The teacher wrote: sometimes/sometimes not.<br />
<br />
<i>Ok, could you elaborate a little here? Maybe you could try this
thing called a positive sandwich. Here's what you do: start with something
positive a child does, explain in a gentle, yet tactful way what needs to
be worked on, and finish with another positive. It's like the positives
are the bun of the sandwich and the area of growth is the meat, get it?!
What specifically does he do correctly <b>sometimes</b>? What
specifically does he <b>sometimes</b> not do? Again, I'd like to address
this with B, but saying: "Sometimes you are caring, honest, respectful,
and responsible and other times you’re not", doesn't help him to know what
he needs to keep doing and what he needs to stop doing.</i><br />
<br />
Onto problem #3:<br />
<br />
The Progress Report ended with: Instructor's Comments.<br />
<br />
Oh wonderful Swimming Instructor wrote:<br />
He is a very good swimmer {Yay, a positive!} he just needs to stop messing
around with J {Same kid's name written, again.} and the things we use and he
will get 10 times better than he is right now.<br />
<br />
<i>Well thank you for the complement glad to know you could find 1 thing to
let me know that he does well. Now, back to this messing around with J
thing, it's obvious that you found it extremely troublesome {and
rightfully so}, however, if it was that much trouble why in the hell did you
not talk with Brent and I about this?! I would have been more than happy
to talk with B about the problem and get it corrected!</i><br />
<br />
As I'm sure you can guess I was slightly upset after reading this <s>shit</s>
junk. In an effort to try and help B realize he made mistakes and that he
needed to rectify them, I briefly explained that his teacher noted his
disappointment with B messing around with J. I continued to explain my
disappointment and encouraged him to tell the teacher he was sorry.<br />
<br />
So as we were leaving the pool B walked up to his teacher. The teacher
was standing and talking with a group of other teachers and life guards {It did
look as if they were practicing some type of drills}. He didn't even
acknowledge that B was standing near him {I'm sure B did speak softly and it
was more than likely difficult to hear his voice}. Finally, B tapped him
on the elbow; the teacher didn't even <i>look</i> at B. B said, "I'm
sorry." The teacher, still not looking at B, muttered "it's
cool."<br />
<br />
<i>It's cool?!</i> Ok his response, his attitude, and his body
language tell me that he can't stand B and is very annoyed with
him.<br />
<br />
<i>First of all buddy, the kid is 6! While I'm not thrilled with his
behavior, it is developmentally appropriate. If you can't handle it, get another
job! Second of all, whether you like it or not you are a role
model. You put yourself in that situation when you took this job.
You did not demonstrate the attitude of a good role model!</i><br />
<br />
I did try to talk with the director of the swimming lessons before we left,
but she had gone home for the day. I called and left her a voice mail message
when I got home.<br />
<br />
I also talked with B about his behavior and we came up with some better
activities he could do rather than 'mess' around with J {Whatever the heck that
means!}<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXVhWDW1SGXEKGcf6wSjm_TM_ybfQ646XItrxvnYXopc6rL5b7PXPp6T-TFKNOLCKzsPC5ZSM2FjPaHvLe8GqN_8dgbofKkhrSFj_bXrubQ-M6GQLtC25aP1iiBAROoXTGHOuDhwiQwg/s1600/IMG_7122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXVhWDW1SGXEKGcf6wSjm_TM_ybfQ646XItrxvnYXopc6rL5b7PXPp6T-TFKNOLCKzsPC5ZSM2FjPaHvLe8GqN_8dgbofKkhrSFj_bXrubQ-M6GQLtC25aP1iiBAROoXTGHOuDhwiQwg/s320/IMG_7122.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is from last summer when his teacher liked him.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/07/stupid-swimming-lessons-update.html">{Stupid Swimming Lessons Update}</a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-12568490472177810932012-07-25T08:24:00.000-04:002012-07-25T08:24:47.172-04:00Growing Up is HardYou may or may not be aware of G's larger than life <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/public-service-announcement-4-year-old.html">personality</a>.<br />
<br />
He is an all or nothing kind of guy.<br />
<br />
At 4 years of age he knows what he <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-was-simply-his-mommy.html">wants</a> and what he likes and he will let his feelings be known, LOUD and clear!<br />
<br />
G is obsessed with all things that are soft. It could be anything from a blanket to a pair of pj's.<br />
<br />
If it's soft he <strike>likes</strike> loves it!<br />
<br />
Little did I know 2 years ago when I purchased a pair of fleece Santa jammies, that they would become his favorite!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacYzUeakpXnMlnZ3fumlSpMYIggkzOoaD__6SmDjdOjuRsiRw9x7JEK94GRAN2zlfJlBqBIIncgj6MZOfYI3QWZbtUmSs133NjZLhNcmiWEbUiDd_73eo8UFTu1k4xwjyXCVsF662hZc/s1600/IMG_5722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacYzUeakpXnMlnZ3fumlSpMYIggkzOoaD__6SmDjdOjuRsiRw9x7JEK94GRAN2zlfJlBqBIIncgj6MZOfYI3QWZbtUmSs133NjZLhNcmiWEbUiDd_73eo8UFTu1k4xwjyXCVsF662hZc/s200/IMG_5722.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0pkpAu7ehifI5XQMd-v5gznLFd06LHTZsxdHFnIVGAwDGqtaDQbPQIB-PUpjpDWsGLECw7KwYocseNTPDEODQStRJLFNvMS0kpR5nOXn5m6gLfQjpGH_QlzKRtcnuJ6TXhzwCGbqGKM/s1600/IMG_5723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY0pkpAu7ehifI5XQMd-v5gznLFd06LHTZsxdHFnIVGAwDGqtaDQbPQIB-PUpjpDWsGLECw7KwYocseNTPDEODQStRJLFNvMS0kpR5nOXn5m6gLfQjpGH_QlzKRtcnuJ6TXhzwCGbqGKM/s200/IMG_5723.JPG" width="150" /></a><br />
*Sorry for the elephant ears. It's<br />
amazing how difficult it was to find a picture of him wearing the pj's that he never takes off! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I would even venture to say that they are more than simply his favorite. G is flat out obsessed with these pj's. He wears these things all of the time. As soon as they are clean they are the first pair he picks out to wear. It's been like 100 degrees almost every day this summer and the kid still chooses to wear fleece pj's with long sleeves and pants.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0A853gltujLTEnyzeixgKFNnb-YIFO3R7FoOSkwrrMsqwUdCzI-cji_HNhL2qaa31OtUXghq6pKX-e7mh0_OnekYF1uR3t95IW1Ke-VYpZQvAHI7zEKfVvMuprDB4VQ4d-fEQQmCU80/s1600/pants.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0A853gltujLTEnyzeixgKFNnb-YIFO3R7FoOSkwrrMsqwUdCzI-cji_HNhL2qaa31OtUXghq6pKX-e7mh0_OnekYF1uR3t95IW1Ke-VYpZQvAHI7zEKfVvMuprDB4VQ4d-fEQQmCU80/s320/pants.JPG" width="214" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
The other day I made the mistake of mentioning that his <i>favorite</i> pj's were beginning to look a little short on him.<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm not really sure what I was thinking as the words spilled out of my mouth.<br />
<br />
Have you ever had one of those moments where you're watching and listening to yourself. You hear what's coming out of your mouth and you know it needs to stop, but no matter how hard you try you just. can't. make. it. stop. {Yeah that's how it went down}<br />
<br />
It is an understatement to say that he was upset about the pj's. He was down right pissed!<br />
<br />
I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard his disgust with me over the comment.<br />
<br />
I guess I should learn to keep my opinions to myself.<br />
<br />
I'm pretty sure he's going to hang onto these babies until he can't pull them on. <br />
<br />
<b>Do your kids obsess over anything?</b>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-65301468930265609092012-07-24T08:27:00.000-04:002012-07-24T08:27:44.794-04:00What does The Tooth Fairy Bring?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlTCeNkA8o2uSroiyXLvDmi-QPwqkKrmk2mrs34m1wQV5vfLriCQte5tqVGXik_ZvokyM066QtLBJEfNFLyOF7WYcJuWpoFd9Z0nhkezqtGqsTnDeNyIjmj9-4EZT9j6fMNEtrRFplDo/s1600/IMG_7058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlTCeNkA8o2uSroiyXLvDmi-QPwqkKrmk2mrs34m1wQV5vfLriCQte5tqVGXik_ZvokyM066QtLBJEfNFLyOF7WYcJuWpoFd9Z0nhkezqtGqsTnDeNyIjmj9-4EZT9j6fMNEtrRFplDo/s320/IMG_7058.JPG" width="240px" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Last summer B lost his first tooth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Losing a tooth is a pretty big deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brent and I were faced with a dilemma –How much should The Tooth Fairy bring?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I thought since it was his first tooth, The Tooth Fairy should bring him $5.00.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><s>Mr. Cheap Skate</s> Brent thought $1.00 was enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My argument on the situation was that B, like any 5 year old, would want to spend his money immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There aren't too many options for a 5 year old that cost $1.00. </span>I also thought that the first tooth should be worth more.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Brent held strong to his opinion that $1.00 was plenty, stating that, B would expect $5.00 or more for each tooth.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We struggled to come to a consensus on the payout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I made a post on Facebook to get the opinions of our friends and family regarding the situation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I explained our debate and that I thought the Tooth Fairy should bring $5.00 for two reasons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the first tooth and 2) He wouldn’t be able to buy anything for $1.00. Just to be fair I explained Brent's point of view as well {See, I can be nice}.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wouldn’t you know . . . most people sided with me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surprise, Surprise {Sorry, I had to get 1 more dig at my hubby, Love you babe}!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And so the Tooth Fairy brought B $5.00 and he was THRILLED!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJXxslTTEESYvWqGpzHlOzcvfKgkb1hHirBT6yydJ1gM3lEcMw98ohYxi23k2PteLbeD010sC7EQ8BZCzNhm7nfsNHpKxhgZnKf72D1E783gx5gpN6Wr1ZrzhB6iB1w5VIlD7Kd93G9k/s1600/DSC03120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJXxslTTEESYvWqGpzHlOzcvfKgkb1hHirBT6yydJ1gM3lEcMw98ohYxi23k2PteLbeD010sC7EQ8BZCzNhm7nfsNHpKxhgZnKf72D1E783gx5gpN6Wr1ZrzhB6iB1w5VIlD7Kd93G9k/s320/DSC03120.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
B lost another tooth tonight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looks like a true 1<sup>st</sup> grader now, with his missing teeth!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
B has lost a total of 3 teeth and managed to chip 1 of them {He only had 2 adult teeth when the <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/how-spent-18000-in-under-3-hours.html">accident</a> occurred.}.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s hope he is able to keep the rest of his teeth safe!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b>Has the Tooth Fairy come to your house? How much did she bring? </b></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-26062830382163013092012-07-23T09:41:00.000-04:002012-07-23T16:20:33.583-04:00Mission Possible - Book Give Away<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">You may or may not be aware of the fact that I am a teacher. I have made mention of it a few times, but to be honest I don’t like to highlight it too often. It’s not that I don’t love what I do. It’s more because too often I feel as if I have to play the part of a defender on a daily basis. I don’t want to be judged as a teacher. I blog from home and I know you may find this surprising, but those kids of mine don’t really care what I’m doing when they want/need something. They will interrupt me at the drop of a hat {I’m sure none of your kids do things like this}. Interruptions may cause a mistake or two despite my every effort to prevent them. This blog is my space and I want to step away from the role that often takes a beating or is often used as the scape goat for the problems with American youth.</span></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9ihF0w8z3fcLJim0MKNx1OlZooHDoIWyUHTwJv3USPr1KO3RHtS588_WOEGK1XoHlnSVbEokCtZqiceXYFamuvHfRjAg8pCO61ncqKVihaT8oHW8Rxsrnw0Zs2je1rnfx4QGC40k6i8/s1600/author+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9ihF0w8z3fcLJim0MKNx1OlZooHDoIWyUHTwJv3USPr1KO3RHtS588_WOEGK1XoHlnSVbEokCtZqiceXYFamuvHfRjAg8pCO61ncqKVihaT8oHW8Rxsrnw0Zs2je1rnfx4QGC40k6i8/s1600/author+1.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eva Moskowitz</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzGYvs8-kaSSi_86yEqx5IqsnKSt3QT8uh1fLgGgrqi0Bmx0QaA_CgnmcuCP328Ug7eDIsPZE_n-Z7jLzijGTZ7FeHDfNF0QZ2Vqs52DcryokjBbuiqkqGM0CYzbrkgbOBMDscJNl7Gs/s1600/author+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzGYvs8-kaSSi_86yEqx5IqsnKSt3QT8uh1fLgGgrqi0Bmx0QaA_CgnmcuCP328Ug7eDIsPZE_n-Z7jLzijGTZ7FeHDfNF0QZ2Vqs52DcryokjBbuiqkqGM0CYzbrkgbOBMDscJNl7Gs/s1600/author+2.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arin Lavinia</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was provided the opportunity to read the book, Mission Possible written by, Eva Moskowitz and Arin Lavinia. I am also very fortunate to be able to give away a copy of the book to my readers! </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mission Possible is an information text that discusses why schools are struggling. Suggestions are offered to improve learning for all students through the use of rigorous reading and writing curriculums that are affective.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9qA_L8Cuc13j8QSIdVYLf2F1RKJ4ZM1kGQP0oKixeKmcqWGYGpFTubbbPXfFx-dlRQgRourxlV5IiGimPQ2IPN7KfIhLQKYyKAusHFs7U7Gq73KXbt7Gou1Vc6LLeuN5Q_0StmOHj-U/s1600/book+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA9qA_L8Cuc13j8QSIdVYLf2F1RKJ4ZM1kGQP0oKixeKmcqWGYGpFTubbbPXfFx-dlRQgRourxlV5IiGimPQ2IPN7KfIhLQKYyKAusHFs7U7Gq73KXbt7Gou1Vc6LLeuN5Q_0StmOHj-U/s320/book+cover.jpg" width="213px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bit.ly/NgXHVm">http://bit.ly/NgXHVm</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Along with reading the book I was asked to offer my opinion regarding: Stagnation and why I think this country treats teaching so differently than it does other professions? </span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In America we are constantly seeking the fastest way to accomplish tasks. Often society looks to educators as the ‘providers’ of knowledge. Oh and by the way, they want that knowledge given quickly, as in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">yesterday</i>! </span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well I’m here to tell you that it is not possible for one single person to possess all of the knowledge there is, let alone have the ability to take that knowledge and pour it into someone else’s brain. Knowledge is not something that can’t simply be given. It is something that is learned. Teachers help students to understand concepts. Students gain knowledge about the world through their understanding of basic concepts. Understanding and learning concepts takes <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">time</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">practice</i>. When students aren’t able to demonstrate their understanding of knowledge adequately, who do people turn to place blame on? . . . The Teachers, which lowers respect for teachers.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s difficult to compare educating to other professions. In an office, for example, a typical day may consist of; working on assignments, attending meetings, and conferring with colleagues regarding various work related tasks. Time is given to complete tasks and feedback is provided when mistakes are made. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So often I think people overlook the fact that an educator’s first priorities are students. Yes, teachers attend meetings and work on assignments, however, in between the meetings and paper work there are students, children, who are the priority. Rarely is it taken into consideration that children have different needs than that of the average business client.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js">
</script></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<a class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/7cca7a0/" id="rc-7cca7a0" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js">
</script> <span style="font-family: inherit;">**I was compensated for this post. All opinions expressed are my own.**</span></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-27278875952307788632012-07-18T11:14:00.003-04:002012-07-23T21:50:56.368-04:00Movie Review ~ Magic Mike<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkUm7_ZW1fdxtIg4gV90T7MBqZ4SbyJ36Hmi1R-WCgOHYunp3ZjKDVcjuv6D-3k1pNR6gZDTs-FiUfY_CIYRwcjFrxyaaiYZlLsWSa8qgC-kBLWrncY7Ui-erwRNaxnuW4YQVqffkz1U/s1600/220px-Magic_Mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkUm7_ZW1fdxtIg4gV90T7MBqZ4SbyJ36Hmi1R-WCgOHYunp3ZjKDVcjuv6D-3k1pNR6gZDTs-FiUfY_CIYRwcjFrxyaaiYZlLsWSa8qgC-kBLWrncY7Ui-erwRNaxnuW4YQVqffkz1U/s320/220px-Magic_Mike.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Mike">Photo Credit</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
About 2 weeks ago a friend emailed me along with 3 of our other friends.
She proposed a Mommy's night out, which included dinner and a movie. The movie
just happened to be none other than, <i><a href="http://magicmikemovie.warnerbros.com/">Magic Mike</a></i>.<br />
<br />
Immediately when I read the email I became extremely excited at the thought
of going to dinner with friends {AKA uninterrupted girl talk, nothing is
better!}. I had not heard of the movie and asked Brent if he knew what it
was about {Don't laugh at me. I don't get out much.}. Of
course, he began cracking up at me immediately as he told me about it. He
couldn't believe that I had no prior knowledge of the movie. The
conversation ended with him saying,<i> "Oh, Erin",</i> and his
typical head in his hand shake.<br />
<br />
I responded to the email, as did the others, and we arranged to have dinner
and see the movie last Wednesday. I couldn't recall the last time I had
gone to the theater to see a movie that wasn't a cartoon. I was totally
pumped at the thought of seeing a movie and not having to take someone potty
during it!<br />
<br />
Alrighty so here you have it, my opinion of the movie {Take it for what it's
worth}:<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4z8ylad4Sr20SlEX9RyHk73yuajxTGOT8Ed-UKBJyKLij9wTStyWw3JvpWiJPN3phNuQdDL-VeBrqYIjCI1mW2i6wr5NMCjx2btZSRSc0RbSI-aYUakC3OWfo9r91enYvpEMrreHkpM/s1600/220px-Channing_Tatum_2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4z8ylad4Sr20SlEX9RyHk73yuajxTGOT8Ed-UKBJyKLij9wTStyWw3JvpWiJPN3phNuQdDL-VeBrqYIjCI1mW2i6wr5NMCjx2btZSRSc0RbSI-aYUakC3OWfo9r91enYvpEMrreHkpM/s1600/220px-Channing_Tatum_2012.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Mike">Photo Credit</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Channing Tatum, oh wow, he looks good and the boy <i>can</i> dance! You can't help but like his character, Mike.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroPs0GaLs8-bh4Gamq_paNrmrXYtpO4viEeHLnVj-zTXZNAYLP95hGYJqEtVlQQBcloXNfhmSuuEpBvrrhgt-cY2CLqlEvZgbNHLbPWvjojs23ob0QaIRr6NqBxz00tYdg7JOBXLVuZs/s1600/220px-Matthew_McConaughey_at_M-A-D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroPs0GaLs8-bh4Gamq_paNrmrXYtpO4viEeHLnVj-zTXZNAYLP95hGYJqEtVlQQBcloXNfhmSuuEpBvrrhgt-cY2CLqlEvZgbNHLbPWvjojs23ob0QaIRr6NqBxz00tYdg7JOBXLVuZs/s320/220px-Matthew_McConaughey_at_M-A-D.jpg" width="197" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Mike">Photo Credit</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Matthew McConaughey, I was SUPER disappointed in him. He looked <i>old</i>
and greasy! And I'm not talking about that pretty little sheen
that's supposed to look hot; I'm talking <i>nas-tay!</i><br />
<br />
The movie started out with a good story line. Mike works several jobs
trying to save every penny he can. His goal is to attain his own custom furniture
store. At one of his random jobs he meets, Adam, a young kid trying to
find his way in the world just after high school. Mike takes Adam under
his wing and helps Adam to get on his own 2 feet and off of his sister's couch.<br />
<br />
The story becomes rather drawn out and takes a turn for the weird when Mike
and Adam preform on location at a sorority. Drugs were introduced
and honestly I was turned off. Things really went downhill from there.<br />
<br />
It appeared that the movie was totally written by a man who was envisioning
what he thinks women are interested in. There were more bare boobs in the
movie than anything else. Personally, I'm not all about seeing naked men
{which you don't see} and I 'm guessing my face was several shades of red
throughout the club and dancing scenes.<br />
<br />
I've never been to strip club and if the movie truly depicted what occurs in
one I'd be too embarrassed to go {Not that I'm judging anyone who has been or
enjoys going. If that's your thing more power to ya! It's just not
for me.}<br />
<br />
Ok so over all, it was great to get out and have some adult time, the
movie had its ups and downs. I'd say the movie is more dollar theater or
rent worthy.<br />
<br />
<b>Have you seen it? What did you think? or Are you going to see
it? Are you doing a girls night out?</b>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-37944498524383509152012-07-17T09:34:00.005-04:002012-07-17T09:42:51.532-04:008 Years Ago . . . - Memories Captured Link Up<br />
<br />
8 years ago today I was on pins and needles.<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5Ul-bOKCMMfrFzOZ9KUA6BlgNuljE-fURM8M45TmCOUX-dpzqu4kAPcrLVdPc4VkTRUSX2r3jQMh5u2CfyuDKZK-kUKj0Hsz_mYyKmvDGtgl9vbbMCdw0iVFbxDXzOZduzF-BRgFKgY/s1600/2004+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5Ul-bOKCMMfrFzOZ9KUA6BlgNuljE-fURM8M45TmCOUX-dpzqu4kAPcrLVdPc4VkTRUSX2r3jQMh5u2CfyuDKZK-kUKj0Hsz_mYyKmvDGtgl9vbbMCdw0iVFbxDXzOZduzF-BRgFKgY/s320/2004+wedding.jpg" width="220" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2004</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: left;">
My mind was filled with excitement and anticipation.</div>
<br />
I was nervous and worried.<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVh2anndPnWS0I9Ar4sWFIV5tzLN2dcbs20hMP7zRdNcrP4I2d1BEmtVZBme-fAtf8myTemku91lLBrU0Z8jPwGHJZPYRbS8K-3PqG0GQY7_MIcDnqNaY6fGCymjRWdQHMP1Rdbxnf8U/s1600/Brent+and+Erin+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVh2anndPnWS0I9Ar4sWFIV5tzLN2dcbs20hMP7zRdNcrP4I2d1BEmtVZBme-fAtf8myTemku91lLBrU0Z8jPwGHJZPYRbS8K-3PqG0GQY7_MIcDnqNaY6fGCymjRWdQHMP1Rdbxnf8U/s320/Brent+and+Erin+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2006 Tim McGraw and Faith Hill concert</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
I am so amazed at how quickly things have changed in such a short period of time.<br />
<br />
We have grown in many ways during these 8 years.<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTikNcrjmlD-0XyIVb_E44Qbmc0pewo_6HX_tGZPbfz45zaZIA36jGz2lGEr9WmAnRwiap75rfFIJmdc0_fhQd7Ej7Ej1AQlXG2i7VIlGJ5Nl05oZUw4wJuZuj4OG2-9mFCM4GKq6o70/s1600/2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTikNcrjmlD-0XyIVb_E44Qbmc0pewo_6HX_tGZPbfz45zaZIA36jGz2lGEr9WmAnRwiap75rfFIJmdc0_fhQd7Ej7Ej1AQlXG2i7VIlGJ5Nl05oZUw4wJuZuj4OG2-9mFCM4GKq6o70/s320/2007.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2007</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Our ideas and dreams have gone through several phases. <br />
<br />
We have learned so much about life, love, and each other.<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqRbPvskWML9MDoGMm3h6K-9NsfHwbbHNVC0fh4hvbj-PsQIEy2isQ1ctyrPJ3pLBsRMu8t-G4Hb6UUm0PyVe_tn1SeHK4RFEjqODKiGUWF5Qw2MdSQgs2W9k_RNlFeXf_5B9tsz0aKs/s1600/IMG_2133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqRbPvskWML9MDoGMm3h6K-9NsfHwbbHNVC0fh4hvbj-PsQIEy2isQ1ctyrPJ3pLBsRMu8t-G4Hb6UUm0PyVe_tn1SeHK4RFEjqODKiGUWF5Qw2MdSQgs2W9k_RNlFeXf_5B9tsz0aKs/s320/IMG_2133.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2009 Chicago</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
Happy Anniversary to my Prince Charming!<br />
<br />
I Love you babe!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_irzRn2HXhlUbAEN4zrYAJz8XA7kkujkUBHFx77SpMk0r8TJmjydCwWVVSoAwjPk9BjcswN-lEF_obgFp9ZBnA4rp5iKcpJa4bi35CFyOp19Hg0uzbBMBr761o3vFvB-Rax99CWoIObA/s1600/2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_irzRn2HXhlUbAEN4zrYAJz8XA7kkujkUBHFx77SpMk0r8TJmjydCwWVVSoAwjPk9BjcswN-lEF_obgFp9ZBnA4rp5iKcpJa4bi35CFyOp19Hg0uzbBMBr761o3vFvB-Rax99CWoIObA/s320/2011.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2011 Epcot<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="left">
I'm linking up with <a href="http://www.mamawantsthis.com/">Alison</a> and <a href="http://theselittlewaves.com/">Galit</a> today for Memories Captured.</div>
<div align="left">
</div>
</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.mamawantsthis.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://theselittlewaves.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/MemoriesCaptured1.jpg" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-37990757771962408622012-07-16T09:46:00.001-04:002012-07-16T09:46:29.438-04:00Making Lemonade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsu01d-v3U2gIekaRgJfVXJfsniHEtsMgLLqSdlO5ImrZuYAvvBQaf48Jy9eMyVbUuStx0Im2xutZyz1JD-r74uy_Up_uvGAr3mH-LagtYKBRy-2XmYVtZ-imufTefu2WJ-KKdFXzFX0/s1600/IMG_8230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsu01d-v3U2gIekaRgJfVXJfsniHEtsMgLLqSdlO5ImrZuYAvvBQaf48Jy9eMyVbUuStx0Im2xutZyz1JD-r74uy_Up_uvGAr3mH-LagtYKBRy-2XmYVtZ-imufTefu2WJ-KKdFXzFX0/s320/IMG_8230.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Lemonade is a simple summer tradition that can be enjoyed by the entire family . . . well almost. Baby M isn't quite old enough to enjoy it, yet.<br />
<br />
B and G on the other hand, not only love to drink lemonade, but they have fun making it as well. <br />
<br />
I have to confess that there is no real science to this recipe or anything. I sort of came up with it when I was pregnant with B. He was born in September and it was a L O N G hot summer that year. I was told that lemon helped to settle stomachs. Well since I spent most of my pregnancy with him feeling rather nauseated, I was willing to try anything to make the feeling go away. <br />
<br />
So here you have it my thrown together lemonade!<br />
<br />
You'll need:<br />
3 lemons<br />
1 cup of sugar<br />
1 liter of water<br />
a knife<br />
a cutting board<br />
a pitcher<br />
a juicer<br />
<br />
What to do:<br />
<br />
The steps are pretty simple. My 4 and 6 year old were able to help with most of the process.<br />
<br />
1. Wash the lemons<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWabfanHVyuO9x7eIRwgfHh7_kMrM1Qp8M4s3RUqOlCwqKRJmrqoDFZrDKFGPMXGW63jfJFsCAIx8sJqAWWBiQRWTXNzqkmPu9wIfqE9qTvwNmYOHslgyMill92cOZ3S0ZF1l_Z8JmAw/s1600/IMG_8231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWabfanHVyuO9x7eIRwgfHh7_kMrM1Qp8M4s3RUqOlCwqKRJmrqoDFZrDKFGPMXGW63jfJFsCAIx8sJqAWWBiQRWTXNzqkmPu9wIfqE9qTvwNmYOHslgyMill92cOZ3S0ZF1l_Z8JmAw/s320/IMG_8231.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
2. Cut the lemons in half {I did this part}. I also like to dig out the big seeds that I can see after cutting the lemons in half.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz_k6iASKS_9g0rca8AYuZtN7zH5eMjgD-wrA8JAdY8q8M3A_iIrsz3PUj2IHdxkhlpSOWbmALaiA3BEyrlWxqLdZH0Joe9k-rdW-tgtxnT11XD9kBc7Zapc6qxpugthTVvsPvvwLKZ0/s1600/IMG_8232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz_k6iASKS_9g0rca8AYuZtN7zH5eMjgD-wrA8JAdY8q8M3A_iIrsz3PUj2IHdxkhlpSOWbmALaiA3BEyrlWxqLdZH0Joe9k-rdW-tgtxnT11XD9kBc7Zapc6qxpugthTVvsPvvwLKZ0/s320/IMG_8232.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
3. Using a juicer {I'm not sure of the actual name for this tool, but I think you get the picture} turn the lemon halves and squeeze the juice out of them. I started the lemons on the juicer for B and G. When they got as much of the juiced out as they could, I helped to get the remainder out.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv0Xv6Sqh-UnrDfTxC_KUf2BdLhCLTQYLKVhdmGLMEl2PJ_AP3sGg6Mu8PbXsH9czOgd832GblAtP-8VHsM9c4C2t-vYLEOpILsw8AaIj7vOfsfvk0T3RENycKWZdj9_erUYYV_8el0o/s1600/IMG_8233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv0Xv6Sqh-UnrDfTxC_KUf2BdLhCLTQYLKVhdmGLMEl2PJ_AP3sGg6Mu8PbXsH9czOgd832GblAtP-8VHsM9c4C2t-vYLEOpILsw8AaIj7vOfsfvk0T3RENycKWZdj9_erUYYV_8el0o/s320/IMG_8233.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The lemons will look like this when all of juice is out of them.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9BD38CY8PAH8_8DoAshgtCIJs9EAlsKmVRNjkRcNqqqFgKOo037vgsleRKxzJNnrk03tm1TF4Ilms5JJE5WXQuHDHoOGdD83hZvOBI8_g0ccgT8wjld0b1HtIefsDeVMNgza3ps_YsI/s1600/IMG_8235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9BD38CY8PAH8_8DoAshgtCIJs9EAlsKmVRNjkRcNqqqFgKOo037vgsleRKxzJNnrk03tm1TF4Ilms5JJE5WXQuHDHoOGdD83hZvOBI8_g0ccgT8wjld0b1HtIefsDeVMNgza3ps_YsI/s320/IMG_8235.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
4. Pulp will collect on the top of the juicer. I try to dig as many of the seeds as I am able to find out of the pulp before dumping it in the pitcher. You could choose to leave the pulp out if you'd like. Personally, I think it gives the lemonade more flavor. So I use it.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMd_-w-FHPmPzb0zXsVPpaNuSRFi73nvNT_0pf_DGMp8HQtLMSDK87lJzRxUJHC53UETtL2GzsHmtLQ5ArlQsLY9WhQmYPiGHfakuA6YqfZf_XiECDck8ne_U_Y94UIsS2DXt_Lqs2h_k/s1600/IMG_8237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMd_-w-FHPmPzb0zXsVPpaNuSRFi73nvNT_0pf_DGMp8HQtLMSDK87lJzRxUJHC53UETtL2GzsHmtLQ5ArlQsLY9WhQmYPiGHfakuA6YqfZf_XiECDck8ne_U_Y94UIsS2DXt_Lqs2h_k/s320/IMG_8237.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
We got about 1 cup of lemon juice from our 3 lemons.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbZBMNZnnudkJ3OEIz6qbw1SpVsuzB6LCzJUYZ81LzsmowUve5qECLt_Uizk0_7LUi8Tw3xa32ZqafoEtX1N4RC0LeARjr-K-W2KHqR7Zb_w8rZx3mZy0rfRDKVoVDTGB7FRnkF6YILM/s1600/IMG_8238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbZBMNZnnudkJ3OEIz6qbw1SpVsuzB6LCzJUYZ81LzsmowUve5qECLt_Uizk0_7LUi8Tw3xa32ZqafoEtX1N4RC0LeARjr-K-W2KHqR7Zb_w8rZx3mZy0rfRDKVoVDTGB7FRnkF6YILM/s320/IMG_8238.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
5. Pour the lemon juice into the pitcher.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGct88eWyXBToAw1Ap9YzYli-C0WwEdx9nIWk4_fKQUNEWMQAjqOfTiXvq3mCEg0D8qAjeCS0teXUF_zIfXTMd3Q9dMRYtAdaeoijUIR3OdMmHOR2mOw4u6RFbAFjQDMrczoXaTbVm8U/s1600/IMG_8239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGct88eWyXBToAw1Ap9YzYli-C0WwEdx9nIWk4_fKQUNEWMQAjqOfTiXvq3mCEg0D8qAjeCS0teXUF_zIfXTMd3Q9dMRYtAdaeoijUIR3OdMmHOR2mOw4u6RFbAFjQDMrczoXaTbVm8U/s320/IMG_8239.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
6. Add 1 cup of sugar and fill the pitcher with water.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_HlX6Wdsa4_y7OgKeF1IHpLk2XT9nMREriX8nfBGw6Qbh8LfX6_yIdzbuleXmyJaEiPLyrsIU2u7G3_kV2E3Dt8A0ncrinsvVDT9w8UPoMIQ22fjJ1vnZ2Ea-vdQLyGMc_XiadBFoLU/s1600/IMG_8240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_HlX6Wdsa4_y7OgKeF1IHpLk2XT9nMREriX8nfBGw6Qbh8LfX6_yIdzbuleXmyJaEiPLyrsIU2u7G3_kV2E3Dt8A0ncrinsvVDT9w8UPoMIQ22fjJ1vnZ2Ea-vdQLyGMc_XiadBFoLU/s320/IMG_8240.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
7. Stir it all together.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTPgchslMnmLBlrPZWLMU4e4AjoJ2krOQ6DvwPU5dwBmLO-4MtKqz3OG6LYmB28kEM7jbXxl1XTYclmvJQEaQcIy1eZYshox-Y460dpy-qU4fiyiYWj_6WqLYGfznfGvL_YQ__hdcUzQ/s1600/IMG_8241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTPgchslMnmLBlrPZWLMU4e4AjoJ2krOQ6DvwPU5dwBmLO-4MtKqz3OG6LYmB28kEM7jbXxl1XTYclmvJQEaQcIy1eZYshox-Y460dpy-qU4fiyiYWj_6WqLYGfznfGvL_YQ__hdcUzQ/s320/IMG_8241.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
8. I like to add the remaining lemon halves to the pitcher as well. They add more flavor.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxaIt7Y4TBp3tyzuIB4TA_0oFioaUOpoyJjGwwSzbisr3PRU6QFD0CI3Vg2ezf8He545t6AfQglGZAFVB1MDVh6xeplUDdj0d_6mDemZeFjED8e_NQNWFGAKYb_3BToNo0sjE8a0FDSc/s1600/IMG_8243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkxaIt7Y4TBp3tyzuIB4TA_0oFioaUOpoyJjGwwSzbisr3PRU6QFD0CI3Vg2ezf8He545t6AfQglGZAFVB1MDVh6xeplUDdj0d_6mDemZeFjED8e_NQNWFGAKYb_3BToNo0sjE8a0FDSc/s320/IMG_8243.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
We made some brownies to go along with our lemonade. They were just a bag mix. 1 made from scratch item is enough me{I know, I know, call me <em>lazy</em>!}</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9Oc4_b_59tu_h9KV5Le03kA5lppEeJkLD-k3JtF9HnY8c1YSdT4_09vBQZO2VwW31fanvVkcWmdoInZwKMWbqdxcOrl0Uca65Issf7sh5zbJw1woFl8_xfr6dAWW8GSAn2QfpfzJLtQ/s1600/IMG_8244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9Oc4_b_59tu_h9KV5Le03kA5lppEeJkLD-k3JtF9HnY8c1YSdT4_09vBQZO2VwW31fanvVkcWmdoInZwKMWbqdxcOrl0Uca65Issf7sh5zbJw1woFl8_xfr6dAWW8GSAn2QfpfzJLtQ/s320/IMG_8244.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Hey brownies are brownies, and the kids still liked them despite the fact that they were a bag mix!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYC_krlqxDhAb4TKxTBzNGXeO3Wtoy20G27SEwlVMR20pkE1vOhkJ9gdYkGYkuTEFtsn7hJNXS-cJhEBWYhtILAwFKTS2CwVFWNRjZzSFlRkYlRmxGhnchRVgzy13YFjqttxYxHyRRQ8/s1600/IMG_8245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYC_krlqxDhAb4TKxTBzNGXeO3Wtoy20G27SEwlVMR20pkE1vOhkJ9gdYkGYkuTEFtsn7hJNXS-cJhEBWYhtILAwFKTS2CwVFWNRjZzSFlRkYlRmxGhnchRVgzy13YFjqttxYxHyRRQ8/s320/IMG_8245.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Oh and by the way these are items #24 and #27 from our <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/summer-activities.html">Summer Activity List</a>.<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-10364591335765519042012-07-11T10:09:00.002-04:002012-07-11T10:09:28.343-04:00Use Sparingly - DIY Foam SoapLet's face it when it comes to the term: Use Sparingly, kids are <em>clueless</em>!<br />
<br />
No matter how many times you explain what it means or actually have them practice using a small amount; kids seem to be oblivious using just a little bit of anything.<br />
<br />
Lately, my kids have been going through soap like CRAZY! <br />
<br />
And well to put it quite honestly, I've had enough of them literally washing money down the drain.<br />
<br />
I mean seriously let's think about how many times kids wash their hands in one day . . . it's gotta be like 582 or something very close.<br />
<br />
So here's the solution that I have implemented. You know those foam soaps that you can buy? Well once they are emptied I have been saving, them rather than throwing them away. <br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43cuorE4OCUqE1E_CquWmgRZGzNJ9X8zH2NZm3VRERGaAMESQvqSbkYdMPYA-4Ob-tz63a_FqiIqnrAeHBV8Sx1QAShQhhyphenhyphen8VY4Vsg_oS8hkRaJ_lovnMRBBuCo-UL7ip3ogu_FzSn5w/s1600/0711120940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43cuorE4OCUqE1E_CquWmgRZGzNJ9X8zH2NZm3VRERGaAMESQvqSbkYdMPYA-4Ob-tz63a_FqiIqnrAeHBV8Sx1QAShQhhyphenhyphen8VY4Vsg_oS8hkRaJ_lovnMRBBuCo-UL7ip3ogu_FzSn5w/s320/0711120940.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Now I have a little side note to add here: I <em>LOVE</em> the Bath and Body Works soaps. They smell heavenly. I wait until they are on sale for dirt cheap and stock up. Well my kids, they just don't appreciate them in the same fashion as I do. I'm not really sure how they do it, but they go through a bottle of soap 3 times faster than Brent and I do. Also, the sink looks as if they finger-painted with the soap when they are done using it.<br />
<br />
Sadly, I have told myself that I am going to have to stop buying this lovely soap because of those little wasters! I have moved onto purchasing the clear kind. Not any specific brand, just whatever is on sale or least expensive.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9jLk_SsCy6ps4FdNbpBBzI4CZ9_m_TXfCdQGIO9YxU0s2UBiFqHj31c8l_7OqtuKPJ9TSJa1_Vnh8Ksc69dIXmRcbUC5MCaHtB1gO_hYRacQzycu6yg9wLWPwXcl_Phd42QJK_GTy8g/s1600/0711120941b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9jLk_SsCy6ps4FdNbpBBzI4CZ9_m_TXfCdQGIO9YxU0s2UBiFqHj31c8l_7OqtuKPJ9TSJa1_Vnh8Ksc69dIXmRcbUC5MCaHtB1gO_hYRacQzycu6yg9wLWPwXcl_Phd42QJK_GTy8g/s320/0711120941b.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
I use my empty foam soap dispensers {which just happen to be from Bath and Body Works} and pour some of the liquid soap into the dispenser. I pour the soap level to just past the 'h' in bath. I guess that would be approximately an inch of soap. <br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK__Rd2km1WXHdjSgwoY51H6eEKwb0ioj4D5-qi6tQIDl9Ix2VIbMDLraRh8Sb1OycHvwHvoeHZ344iKmIf2fbVMcQzchvtUu2rt8gJsjFrTCLy8YWOAXTHZEQRNceoUkK9ry9tir4qNs/s1600/0711120941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK__Rd2km1WXHdjSgwoY51H6eEKwb0ioj4D5-qi6tQIDl9Ix2VIbMDLraRh8Sb1OycHvwHvoeHZ344iKmIf2fbVMcQzchvtUu2rt8gJsjFrTCLy8YWOAXTHZEQRNceoUkK9ry9tir4qNs/s320/0711120941.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Next, I fill the remainder of the dispenser with water. I stop filling when the water level gets to the crease at the top of the bottle. Once the dispenser is filled I put the top on and gently turn it upside down and gently shake it from side to side so that the soap and water mix together {Be sure to shake it gently because it will become a big foamy mess if you just shake it rapidly up and down}.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUntH4P3VEs_Aw4zv3j5l2GSfX3T3Q5lPpvvN4Dlh0za3dWZ1aZkj6nfwFZiwbW-3wfbfNo7iHzflQzfnLh4oU1NTfBgF2xf_1f1_yi9OQFRwUoWgjd46WcffvU3xvLz5PVPLoDPNltl0/s1600/0711120942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUntH4P3VEs_Aw4zv3j5l2GSfX3T3Q5lPpvvN4Dlh0za3dWZ1aZkj6nfwFZiwbW-3wfbfNo7iHzflQzfnLh4oU1NTfBgF2xf_1f1_yi9OQFRwUoWgjd46WcffvU3xvLz5PVPLoDPNltl0/s320/0711120942.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<em>Voila</em>! There you have it, DIY Foam Soap! Not only do my kids make less of a mess with it, but the soap lasts longer, and I have recycled the dispensers. And less money is wasted, yay! So it's like a win/win situation here people!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQHPXGYv60cyhU63DdwijCK-Xe7VxkeGlb-bLzYE-4iZdR5GaafhKLtlSa93FMdZzAV87Ffl6_rxwEbNASAiYwlUX0UmKL8f7-gihcambk9CvAi-XEhb2wDg7A3lY3xT8uzaEoD3Y9uo/s1600/0711120944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQHPXGYv60cyhU63DdwijCK-Xe7VxkeGlb-bLzYE-4iZdR5GaafhKLtlSa93FMdZzAV87Ffl6_rxwEbNASAiYwlUX0UmKL8f7-gihcambk9CvAi-XEhb2wDg7A3lY3xT8uzaEoD3Y9uo/s320/0711120944.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Oh by the way, I am now using the dispensers for their shampoo and body wash as well. It works like a dream for these as well!<br />
<br />
Check out my other DIY products:<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/diy-laundry-detergent.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Laundry Detergent</span></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/diy-fabric-softener.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Fabric Softener</span></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/diy-baby-wipes.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Baby Wipes</span></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><o:p><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/fabric-refresher.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Fabric Refresher</span></a></o:p></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<o:p><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-review-counter-top-spray.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Counter Top Spray</span></a></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<o:p><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-reviews.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Soap Scum Remover</span></a></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<o:p><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-review-diy-glass-cleaner.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Glass Cleaner</span></a></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<o:p><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/look-under-tab-titled-my-review-and.html"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">DIY Dishwasher Detergent</span></a></o:p></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
<br /></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-51403126550289083482012-07-08T22:09:00.000-04:002012-07-22T13:46:39.972-04:00Girlfriends<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">{This is an update to my post from <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-outta-here.html">Saturday</a></span>}<o:p></o:p></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What is it about girlfriends that
make them so special?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 48pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Maybe, it's the fact that they listen to your joys and your
fears and still love you no matter how outrageous your ideas are<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 48pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Perhaps it's the fact that just because you don't see each
other as often as you'd like you're still able to pick up where you left off<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt 48pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo3; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Or could it be that you are guaranteed to have a blast each
time you see them<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each year my college friends and I
arrange an overnight get together. As I'm sure you can imagine, we enjoy being
able to reminisce about good times we've shared along with creating new memories! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year my friend, Courtney,
graciously hosted us. It was only about a 45 minute drive from her house to
mine {We live on the opposite sides of town}.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After unloading our bags we spent some time just chitchatting
before heading to get pedis. I love how soothing simple conversation and
laughter are.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjX5edSu441tXspK8R-mNxkv5bzW6PDydLsBN4PP31u-y4PncGI3fRPVqH6yldQL9QJEuKC7TwkJYw6XLZmoKrFxoObqZTKlZF7CfjZHyGZhHuj9h3Z-VmorfjXezOGx4ELZzvbGRfqPU/s1600/IMG_8229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjX5edSu441tXspK8R-mNxkv5bzW6PDydLsBN4PP31u-y4PncGI3fRPVqH6yldQL9QJEuKC7TwkJYw6XLZmoKrFxoObqZTKlZF7CfjZHyGZhHuj9h3Z-VmorfjXezOGx4ELZzvbGRfqPU/s320/IMG_8229.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We never really have definite plans
other than to get pedis. It's the one consistent part that we have each year.</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhWRKPh4Z8EVuT6eZeMh5M186CVJlBE_inrnjy1T1oCmSst34orFwJNdddwiSZVIgXHHPf4Qho9zjks5pmqTqvgRKFwcKNbK0adUw7WN6NWsQhyphenhyphenOa4CmGPG9OS5lWRbqIh37r6_OOsio/s1600/IMG_8202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhWRKPh4Z8EVuT6eZeMh5M186CVJlBE_inrnjy1T1oCmSst34orFwJNdddwiSZVIgXHHPf4Qho9zjks5pmqTqvgRKFwcKNbK0adUw7WN6NWsQhyphenhyphenOa4CmGPG9OS5lWRbqIh37r6_OOsio/s320/IMG_8202.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel and Courtney</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After getting pedis we headed to </span><a href="http://www.theflyingcupcakebakery.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
Flying Cupcake</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. I had a Chocolate chip cookie dough cupcake {There are several fun flavors like this}. I want
you to imagine how tasty chocolate chip cookie dough is. Now think about the best
cupcake you've ever had. You know the kind that are super moist and they have
icing that is really smooth, creamy, rich, and chocolaty. Like the best you've EVER
tasted. Ok now combine these two treats and <i>wham!</i> you have the Chocolate
chip cookie dough cupcake!</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So after this super awesome treat we got some lunch. Yep, that's right, we ate our dessert first and then our lunch. And ya know what; it's ok, because we didn't have to set examples for our kids! What they don't know won't hurt 'em!</span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When our lunch was completed we headed back to Courtney's to change and freshen up. Our activity for the evening was to paint at </span><a href="http://wineandcanvas.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wine and Canvas.</span></a></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<br /></div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqo05Wild6Hvk-XNKxbmd2wVvJBFV1K4N9NeLFvQWSe21nrAhCfc8Zd8-ssR_ytLZtZB8-VIsVrPA9I3ZUj38_FxYWLUHkgXVJZEjlez4uBdhDXMIjHd735LiX7qmE3ZTjEB7GOL8pxk/s1600/IMG_8206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqo05Wild6Hvk-XNKxbmd2wVvJBFV1K4N9NeLFvQWSe21nrAhCfc8Zd8-ssR_ytLZtZB8-VIsVrPA9I3ZUj38_FxYWLUHkgXVJZEjlez4uBdhDXMIjHd735LiX7qmE3ZTjEB7GOL8pxk/s320/IMG_8206.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel, Courtney, and Cat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now let me tell you this Wine and Canvas place was very cool. A local artist instructed us through a painting that we created ourselves and while we created this painting we . . . you guessed it - drank some wine! Doesn't that sound like super fun?! Ok, don't give me the, oh well I'm not an artist, you don't have to be. You just have to want to have fun . . . that's all just have fun :)</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3c58e2GgAgmXfNBIgpM2V-m3zQLQ4rmvjaJuafwqY0Z9VCpSjlZQVxJPQR4IKdrnIlGh3ZduRraiyPUauQgUTwJSW64v5kcu8hGX6RDwXsaA8DHB5MGhqAefCnAA3V_xb3LXnRr4774/s1600/IMG_8208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3c58e2GgAgmXfNBIgpM2V-m3zQLQ4rmvjaJuafwqY0Z9VCpSjlZQVxJPQR4IKdrnIlGh3ZduRraiyPUauQgUTwJSW64v5kcu8hGX6RDwXsaA8DHB5MGhqAefCnAA3V_xb3LXnRr4774/s320/IMG_8208.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Rachel</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While we were painting we took a few pictures and sent them to our husbands. They had some interesting comments regarding our art work. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brent wanted to know where the rest of my painting was.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rachel's husband, Josh, told her she needed to drink some more wine before finishing her painting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aren't they nice and supportive? {<em>Jerks!}</em></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66p39XVHeBalAHJ0fudDKGKVsAdPqTc62yBn8hBxGzWCk5_8nfSHumzl-T33YCV7KPZcHL8NS4sOV1N-aJq3K7YOHKEE0VOSpF9Qt-W9yT8zvPeWkGjYPKV00hyphenhyphenJk9P3kD5UygU1PApk/s1600/IMG_8221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66p39XVHeBalAHJ0fudDKGKVsAdPqTc62yBn8hBxGzWCk5_8nfSHumzl-T33YCV7KPZcHL8NS4sOV1N-aJq3K7YOHKEE0VOSpF9Qt-W9yT8zvPeWkGjYPKV00hyphenhyphenJk9P3kD5UygU1PApk/s320/IMG_8221.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cat, Me, Rachel, and Courtney</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every so often the artist stopped and took a break during the painting process. This picture was taken during one of the breaks. I'll let you decide if our shenanigans are a result of the wine or sleepiness setting in. When deciding keep in mind that 1 of the 4 is pregnant and has a 3 year old, another has 3 children, one has 2 children, and the 4th has no children, but teaches 4th grade.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wFGk1JCeiS8_7fkx3SSPTHVYfOvslJrZ8E1_wway3gwf54qoySQtocXMDEFyJtN3o3jM_8gHvYcQ35MO_0HqK__cgNwIiTxYZYjo7LmQ559ZUFP24xviERlhz5uEBAgzRc5yeOTEFis/s1600/IMG_8224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wFGk1JCeiS8_7fkx3SSPTHVYfOvslJrZ8E1_wway3gwf54qoySQtocXMDEFyJtN3o3jM_8gHvYcQ35MO_0HqK__cgNwIiTxYZYjo7LmQ559ZUFP24xviERlhz5uEBAgzRc5yeOTEFis/s320/IMG_8224.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel, Courtney, Cat, and Me</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here we are with our finished products. If you can't tell {I don't blame you if you can't} they are lake scenes with some hills and a tree. And just in case you're wondering yes, we did giggle and say "A happy little tree" {You know like Bob Ross that painter who was on tv}.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When our canvases were completed we were STARVING so we headed to eat at </span><a href="http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Cheesecake Factory</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. The Cheesecake Factory, just in case you were wondering is like one of my all time FAVORITE restaurants! If I always got to choose where to eat {and if I had an unlimited supply of money} I would choose The Cheesecake Factory.</span> <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1NpQvPE5hT9b2tj9snbvFyJtYmGzjuuX1JivsFaEvSrciLasbtJFZspBzUTYX8Tms-CzChj7S0eNFEBnLFve_fmlb3v4k1xz9z-4kEroBagNTOh-tw1OO37gjkLK3K2Y6gmheQbqnpY/s1600/IMG_8225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw1NpQvPE5hT9b2tj9snbvFyJtYmGzjuuX1JivsFaEvSrciLasbtJFZspBzUTYX8Tms-CzChj7S0eNFEBnLFve_fmlb3v4k1xz9z-4kEroBagNTOh-tw1OO37gjkLK3K2Y6gmheQbqnpY/s320/IMG_8225.JPG" width="276" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was shocked to learn that my friend Cat had not previously eaten at The Cheesecake Factory. I felt like it was my duty as her friend to take her there so she, too could enjoy some of the best food on the planet. She agreed, it's yummy, and she would totally go back!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sure you can guess this, but we headed back to Courtney's for a good 'ol fashion slumber party {well minus the bra freezing} and talked and fell asleep.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I returned to reality this morning I was gleefully greeted by B and G who jumped up and down saying, "Mommy's home! I missed you Mommy!" Baby M got a huge smile on her face and kicked her feet rapidly. I had fun being away, but it's nice to know they missed me at home.</span><br />
<br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you get away with your friends? What do you like to do when you get away?</span></strong>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-9057961414515924762012-07-07T07:15:00.000-04:002012-07-07T07:15:42.192-04:00I'm Outta Here!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvqDjyqhhvCXxDcYMZB9AjWKV0yzqSfv_iBCzEhOmEZPiU-gF8BWHDRfcmXtEckFCC0-CN6f0SN2eEUSk2mri-4G5GmDek3RIxK6KDNhKi_eN03PlbfZJ3-hffD5eGmbnMLQUOA6Wggs/s1600/bag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvqDjyqhhvCXxDcYMZB9AjWKV0yzqSfv_iBCzEhOmEZPiU-gF8BWHDRfcmXtEckFCC0-CN6f0SN2eEUSk2mri-4G5GmDek3RIxK6KDNhKi_eN03PlbfZJ3-hffD5eGmbnMLQUOA6Wggs/s320/bag.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<em>*All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go</em> . . .<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhjaOuQ8JeX-1ErVbM2HoHpRAymZr0Hu5JvicfBK1-9JxSMvT-pF9grvRKVEwU7Jw5JRlOFznQOztWEhQgMQzm2N__4iiEZoiwAm3fHNtXfdTYb-ncJEYMQzTvjzRjkZdP4QtdUy2-dM/s1600/clothes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhjaOuQ8JeX-1ErVbM2HoHpRAymZr0Hu5JvicfBK1-9JxSMvT-pF9grvRKVEwU7Jw5JRlOFznQOztWEhQgMQzm2N__4iiEZoiwAm3fHNtXfdTYb-ncJEYMQzTvjzRjkZdP4QtdUy2-dM/s320/clothes.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Yes, I packed 4 outfits for 1 night . . . because well I'm a girl and that's
just how I roll. Hey a girl never knows what she's going to want to wear. It's
better to be prepared, right?!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<em>*'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane . . .</em><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_a5qMBZF7ZkS7L8qy_g9q_QA8pXzMYGStuTOGQ4-cZQKrTjQLccGUaorMES-Zlzt3AtlefvlY1Uq3XZw02nuz_zGyPNUiYdmKpK3-be6n7dW9q_xAomvKTZyNKKgbVR5WbJmj2EtiuM/s1600/car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_a5qMBZF7ZkS7L8qy_g9q_QA8pXzMYGStuTOGQ4-cZQKrTjQLccGUaorMES-Zlzt3AtlefvlY1Uq3XZw02nuz_zGyPNUiYdmKpK3-be6n7dW9q_xAomvKTZyNKKgbVR5WbJmj2EtiuM/s320/car.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />
Really it's a Monte Carlo. I'm only going to the north side of town for our annual
girls mini weekend with my college friends. I am so pumped to get pedis, go
shopping, and have a few adult drinks. More than anything I'm looking forward
to being able to finish a sentence without someone needing something or without
having to clean up after 4 other people!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<em>*Don't know when I'll be back again . . .</em><o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Actually I'll be back on Sunday. Sometimes I wish I could leave indefinitely.
Like the time that I thought it was a good idea to take all 3 kids grocery
shopping with me before nap time. Yeah, that went well. B was pushing his small
cart into the shelves and into me. G had his arms sticking out of the cart and
across the aisle like a bridge. He was telling other shoppers that they had to
say the magic word in order to cross. Then he started high 5ing everyone who
passed him. Baby M took her socks off and was chewing on them like a dog. It
was such a <s>hot freakin’ mess</s> <em>pleasant</em> trip. I haven't done that
one again!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<em>*Oh, babe, I hate to go</em> . . .<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Well no, no I don't hate to go. I am freaking excited beyond belief to see
my girly friends. I will miss my babies though. G had to pull out the big guns
when I told him I was leaving . . . the <s>little shit</s> sweetheart gave me
his favorite stuffed animal and told me to bring it with me so I would have
someone to cuddle with. Damn him! Why does he have to go and make me feel guilty
for leaving for less than 24 hours?! Seriously I think there is some secret kid
book that they pass around. The book tells kids ways to make their parents feel
terrible.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdjcBTY9eaZ08sHKfUtH2a21LVfUUR95pgpnIl4vv2fEzJI0rFp8WBiqTfmRUXfgj-P1GSCUuKoCttdJrghdvur5MUSBGNGelwbEplMKb7JVnOWeXf0TuQaKRnWIob8KEe_VUre03jSI/s1600/girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdjcBTY9eaZ08sHKfUtH2a21LVfUUR95pgpnIl4vv2fEzJI0rFp8WBiqTfmRUXfgj-P1GSCUuKoCttdJrghdvur5MUSBGNGelwbEplMKb7JVnOWeXf0TuQaKRnWIob8KEe_VUre03jSI/s320/girls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<o:p>This was taken on our weekend 2 years ago</o:p></div>
<br />
<br />
So as you can see I am headed to spend a little me time with 3 of my very
close friends from college. I'm looking forward to sharing some fun stories
with you when I return!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
*{lyrics} Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<strong>Do you get some time to spend with your friends? What do you like to
do when you get together?</strong><o:p></o:p>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-7832328555143792882012-07-06T14:31:00.000-04:002012-07-06T20:35:17.072-04:00Our visit to The Children's MuseumSince it has been so incredibly hot lately I thought a trip to The
Children's Museum {this also happens to be # 7 on our <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/summer-activities.html"><span style="color: blue;">summer
activity list</span></a>, too} would not only engage my kiddos, but keep us all cool
and <s>not so damn crabby</s> happy.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
The Children's Museum {Here's a <a href="http://www.childrensmuseum.org/"><span style="color: blue;">link</span></a>
if you'd like more info.} is like one of our favorite places to visit, next to
Disney World that is. Nothing can top Disney World. So, since we don't live in
Florida and we do live within 30 minuets of the museum, off to the museum we
went.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
In all honesty it is a super nice museum. There are activities and attractions
for children of all ages and abilities. The activities are hands on and very
interactive. We have a yearly pass. It totally pays for its self in 2 visits.
There are 4 floors so it is difficult or nearly impossible to get through
everything in 1 day. Not to mention, our kids wouldn't last through the entire
museum. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Oh and my favorite part . . . it is SUPER CLEAN! I mean it is a museum for
children and it is hands on so as you can imagine, things tend to get goobered
up, because let's face it, no matter how hard we try, those darn kids just
goober things up! Despite the number of children who come in contact with each
area of the museum, it is clean and well taken care of.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
This time we decided to begin on the 4th floor and work our way down. We
went to the Science works area first.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1wSuTY-lu95aeHIb4gyv3Es-tV1SLZ0-7UI-WpeXOvvT1dunI8REm4GYaD5xqMwUsK_8TNneqiBuNC_xH-kxTweCI4C3dJYxcISZaWIUrJ9A9VovukMHtyeXx6CXz-O99VaWbtPPVxk/s1600/dam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie1wSuTY-lu95aeHIb4gyv3Es-tV1SLZ0-7UI-WpeXOvvT1dunI8REm4GYaD5xqMwUsK_8TNneqiBuNC_xH-kxTweCI4C3dJYxcISZaWIUrJ9A9VovukMHtyeXx6CXz-O99VaWbtPPVxk/s320/dam.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
G is in the water area here. He is trying to build a dam to stop the water
so it will not flood the housing development downstream.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUF6CcWWHgK8krIw8Gg-fHlcQdgTfsUAnIkSTyQHxbji19V_xd1o6KqGOZmrxhS4QOlkY_rfs31B1GyAYdW1a_p9N47-R1dXEEPnLMrHoGLwghOTlvxu5K5nd4F4pm1kepiJsd6Q9KrQ/s1600/meal.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUF6CcWWHgK8krIw8Gg-fHlcQdgTfsUAnIkSTyQHxbji19V_xd1o6KqGOZmrxhS4QOlkY_rfs31B1GyAYdW1a_p9N47-R1dXEEPnLMrHoGLwghOTlvxu5K5nd4F4pm1kepiJsd6Q9KrQ/s320/meal.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
Next, we moved onto the Healthy House. There are several activities within the house that promote a healthy and active lifestyle. In the kitchen G learned how to make a healthy snack with an interactive touch screen computer.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvVaQ-pve4ed7EpcVbs8pAEYvROE7Iyg5VJFR44ZX_jC5D2dg-ZwoBhXU8SQ52JKTFZ9ARMkSy0OYupW4MYtZgXdiHW_fJZSCe1DO5xr23VG7uJtZyi1Rb9jfALEItqK5gQoBpbU34dM/s1600/bathroom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvVaQ-pve4ed7EpcVbs8pAEYvROE7Iyg5VJFR44ZX_jC5D2dg-ZwoBhXU8SQ52JKTFZ9ARMkSy0OYupW4MYtZgXdiHW_fJZSCe1DO5xr23VG7uJtZyi1Rb9jfALEItqK5gQoBpbU34dM/s320/bathroom.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
B pushed a light in the bathroom and all of the germs were illuminated. Of
course my boys were very entertained by the fact that there were even germs on
the potty! I loved it when they told me I was right about the germs on the
potty! {Yay! They did listen, for once.}<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When he let go of the button the germs disappeared.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KJ0QbRHI2o02shY2KiX655vUY84d-U9XOEqeGKnlB57_msa2xEyBQUfkSvN0vFlUBMcig5_iS2cyE9wPMyJB2jvF6wxuv98H_IlFfWMidZmP3scfZ5x2doYNnixDlRKmuMf7c2iqy-o/s1600/digging.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KJ0QbRHI2o02shY2KiX655vUY84d-U9XOEqeGKnlB57_msa2xEyBQUfkSvN0vFlUBMcig5_iS2cyE9wPMyJB2jvF6wxuv98H_IlFfWMidZmP3scfZ5x2doYNnixDlRKmuMf7c2iqy-o/s320/digging.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
After the healthy house we were off to the construction area. B and G enjoyed using larger diggers to scoop up piles of mulch.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMxcbAf6ktmsqBVemI4jOtkcFuIcWYka_YOi8slO2Pi5Oyiv-kasC2HGB4-qWzDTxPB1bereeKwY_HmFfel05ZRlKHZZR8MzU8xWSJ2TFiULJg_4s9AYutvLpQ1TqRjBVQfIfeItyljU/s1600/dozer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMxcbAf6ktmsqBVemI4jOtkcFuIcWYka_YOi8slO2Pi5Oyiv-kasC2HGB4-qWzDTxPB1bereeKwY_HmFfel05ZRlKHZZR8MzU8xWSJ2TFiULJg_4s9AYutvLpQ1TqRjBVQfIfeItyljU/s320/dozer.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">They also loved the bulldozer that they were able to drive. Look out because
this thing really moves!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">After leaving the Science Works area we headed over to ride the carousel.
With a membership you can ride for free. I think it costs .50 for everyone
else.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Behind the carousel are several other areas for the kids to play in.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">
</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKA5VHi8LQHf8FOh8DsG2LwqQ75lpGkruu9i7EDJz1B33g3t173-lvAqDejUz18mHMa_gma1AzpNOgl85Y8BLyvbQ00ZVN5ybCCQZTnxXT-x6lp4e7t0tXAlLSjl-jIE73OO_i-X9Qv0/s1600/ice+cream+shop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKA5VHi8LQHf8FOh8DsG2LwqQ75lpGkruu9i7EDJz1B33g3t173-lvAqDejUz18mHMa_gma1AzpNOgl85Y8BLyvbQ00ZVN5ybCCQZTnxXT-x6lp4e7t0tXAlLSjl-jIE73OO_i-X9Qv0/s320/ice+cream+shop.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
G especially enjoyed serving ice cream in the ice cream shop.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxpGdip6UZmW41UrLrLezsByfksFHAhfzJ8fjDVdAAI3qTK689PehE0roDgMtbH0iTsr4JFedkAUt8SqQyA44cCvBcR9QuzfnOGaVEmu-6S0NypaxV1E3c6ZnKhS2g-evbfcsItLVSeM/s1600/balls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxpGdip6UZmW41UrLrLezsByfksFHAhfzJ8fjDVdAAI3qTK689PehE0roDgMtbH0iTsr4JFedkAUt8SqQyA44cCvBcR9QuzfnOGaVEmu-6S0NypaxV1E3c6ZnKhS2g-evbfcsItLVSeM/s320/balls.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
He also had fun watching these balls roll and drop.<br />
<br />
From this area we moved onto the Playscape. In the Playscape kids can play in several different areas that encourage imagination. These areas include: sand, water, building blocks, dress up, house, and magnetic items. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sl1R5oFt7Or4qIqBluw26VKA9nmR8RALDaKFowrjRTln9qHmJGvajxkWxyaTP14_0HfUUFxVnsfWreLrqnQt7Kzxrc3jyHpNenfzkj8mj8gFCEPAOVP26gc_IzeEhuEOAw-Y-Z8QG3w/s1600/play+scape.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sl1R5oFt7Or4qIqBluw26VKA9nmR8RALDaKFowrjRTln9qHmJGvajxkWxyaTP14_0HfUUFxVnsfWreLrqnQt7Kzxrc3jyHpNenfzkj8mj8gFCEPAOVP26gc_IzeEhuEOAw-Y-Z8QG3w/s320/play+scape.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
There is even a special place for babies to move around in. Baby M loved playing with these blocks and looking in the mirrors.<br />
<br />
After eating some lunch in the cafeteria {We packed our lunch, but there are restaurants inside the museum that you can eat at}. We went to the Dinosphere. Again, there are many different activity options in the Dinosphere. The boys began with the <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/02/public-displays-of-ugly-side.html">digging area</a>.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkold61qzG9Y7MmEsciFRONg2RbD0XfgcqYy8HI_FuYRcuh6aZhtRRxAChLSQsmmlE0olVw8cfLUjNU5bIhyWBLaHr7qlCVGLUsJpmI4d7MASpHvTqh3q8DH4cj3WHtLCjExO49s7PQE/s1600/dinosphere.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkold61qzG9Y7MmEsciFRONg2RbD0XfgcqYy8HI_FuYRcuh6aZhtRRxAChLSQsmmlE0olVw8cfLUjNU5bIhyWBLaHr7qlCVGLUsJpmI4d7MASpHvTqh3q8DH4cj3WHtLCjExO49s7PQE/s320/dinosphere.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
We ended our trip in the dinosaur dress up area. B and G are trying to protect their eggs from the other dinosaurs!<br />
<br />
<strong>How have you and your family been trying to keep cool?</strong>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-4439233446781740722012-07-04T07:45:00.003-04:002012-07-04T07:52:07.498-04:004th of JulyIn honor of the 4th of July I will share passed 4th of July experiences we have had.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvN8ys0ETmb_TZEKt48AQYMfDLJ8MLLxH6Q1K3CFXlM42-KEJ8Nkh0FmNIiuSw1fJ7HMkSZhFaop62kSCHUdg3hebUCgL-5G1jDpa0_hf2KhPHwNVIo-PdBV122ECHiyYXiEAfxqmrduA/s1600/Daycare+parade+(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvN8ys0ETmb_TZEKt48AQYMfDLJ8MLLxH6Q1K3CFXlM42-KEJ8Nkh0FmNIiuSw1fJ7HMkSZhFaop62kSCHUdg3hebUCgL-5G1jDpa0_hf2KhPHwNVIo-PdBV122ECHiyYXiEAfxqmrduA/s320/Daycare+parade+(4).JPG" width="289" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
2006 = B's first 4th. He was 9 months old. The daycare he attended at the time took the kids on a parade each year. They used to decorate the strollers and wagons for the kids to ride in. The older kids made posters and things to carry. Everyone had so much fun!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfj8kPI7Hy8lFulhNNKOTq845yGlzyiwjQNM58Mru4ITZB1Zry99q4QOrRY5f8laJAYwY5NpaCTUmmRW_C7e9vp361J415ZWStVr-bEIsreYyU2mjohJ_Tzh_7v208rUXkO4Xi-xdeEc/s1600/IMGP0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfj8kPI7Hy8lFulhNNKOTq845yGlzyiwjQNM58Mru4ITZB1Zry99q4QOrRY5f8laJAYwY5NpaCTUmmRW_C7e9vp361J415ZWStVr-bEIsreYyU2mjohJ_Tzh_7v208rUXkO4Xi-xdeEc/s200/IMGP0005.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-l92ubiC_IT1ZT-w8hGTUcFupSJClGvXe5bx1M8nRrF_eWvQ6TuWGpZvuyzwXBMzJoNeaXjpbG9UbH2tFqNHBD7pUcQfWlhlsADmb2chQL-Z6SC521LlAPgSGaYZknlGFdvrPU5R7mE0/s1600/IMGP0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>
<img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-l92ubiC_IT1ZT-w8hGTUcFupSJClGvXe5bx1M8nRrF_eWvQ6TuWGpZvuyzwXBMzJoNeaXjpbG9UbH2tFqNHBD7pUcQfWlhlsADmb2chQL-Z6SC521LlAPgSGaYZknlGFdvrPU5R7mE0/s320/IMGP0001.JPG" width="167" /> <br />
<br />
2008 {for some reason I couldn't find any 2007 pictures} = G's first 4th. Both B and G were in the parade at the daycare this year. B was 2 and G 3 months old. The shirt G is wearing fits him perfectly, he is a Little Firecracker! Little did we know then that his personality would be so explosive!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-5Vy0x_4Tm9VvmLe7w0R7XLAdF_s9tLXTnnTGseucRrko2w93sgbV3nZzLZbByi4gS5TcERoDUMXa2Pi0p9Nb7eAcZFDi0bZJUAJx0j_rt3gHKbaQyz7MyQY1DSFMQrPshZAHaG1CzI/s1600/IMG_2128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-5Vy0x_4Tm9VvmLe7w0R7XLAdF_s9tLXTnnTGseucRrko2w93sgbV3nZzLZbByi4gS5TcERoDUMXa2Pi0p9Nb7eAcZFDi0bZJUAJx0j_rt3gHKbaQyz7MyQY1DSFMQrPshZAHaG1CzI/s320/IMG_2128.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
2009 = LG was 15 months and B was 3. It rained this year! Usually we go downtown to watch the fireworks. The parking garage for Brent's office provides the perfect viewing area. This year they ended up cancelling the fireworks due to the weather.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRNYNhOiiTGeEwRjp-DcgJFLUtPyabLlVpjqhOUOWB7fcUFC5CvLdPIY756c952Az9wCL3HjCZg2GTidWO_MQ3B0sT-1FVSM6c3513xKFEq9tAhr94079C4uiqp9IjJMRDtQvJ8mV_Ck/s1600/IMG_4178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRNYNhOiiTGeEwRjp-DcgJFLUtPyabLlVpjqhOUOWB7fcUFC5CvLdPIY756c952Az9wCL3HjCZg2GTidWO_MQ3B0sT-1FVSM6c3513xKFEq9tAhr94079C4uiqp9IjJMRDtQvJ8mV_Ck/s320/IMG_4178.JPG" width="307" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
2010 = G was 2 and B was 4. The first 4th of July parade the boys rode in
our new neighborhood. Each year the neighborhood kids decorate their bikes. A fire
truck leads the parade around the neighborhood. G's biking skills had yet to be
developed. Brent and I had <em>so</em> much fun bending over pushing him around the
neighborhood for this parade! {If you're sensing sarcasm in that sentence you
are super smart!}<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qYI2qtl1rUw0mSBKnWnMfKUQL1EC8EuJ2DbNxAN4crz3ypNqvMzC33YQyc5nPt4Q_YgC5eH1EIqAwNKxk23olQJtAOTGVrWKZ_LDWgMuJzSHd4ksHhJ3q5NnWduOgM0XZaDIkP-_WRs/s1600/b+and+g+4th.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qYI2qtl1rUw0mSBKnWnMfKUQL1EC8EuJ2DbNxAN4crz3ypNqvMzC33YQyc5nPt4Q_YgC5eH1EIqAwNKxk23olQJtAOTGVrWKZ_LDWgMuJzSHd4ksHhJ3q5NnWduOgM0XZaDIkP-_WRs/s320/b+and+g+4th.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
Finally we end with 2010. B was 5, G was 3, and I was 16 weeks pregnant with Baby M. G and B were waiting for the downtown fireworks to begin here. This is one of my favorite pictures of the two of them.<br />
<br />
Tonight we plan to continue our tradition and we are super excited for Baby M to be a part of it for the first time. We will pack up the cooler, some chairs, a blanket, and a few toys. We are heading downtown to join the crowd and celebrate our nation's birth.<br />
<br />
<br />
****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~Happy 4th of July to you all! ~~~~****~~~~~****~~~~****<br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>What plans do you all have? Are there any traditions that you will be celebrating?</strong>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-85400174026221797292012-07-03T07:33:00.000-04:002012-07-03T07:33:06.491-04:00Catching Up<br />
Last week (Tuesday - Friday) I had to attend workshops to learn new
techniques for a learning program that we will be implementing during the
upcoming school year. This would explain my lack of involvement in the bloggy
world.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Over the course of the week a few glaring realities reared their ugly heads.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
1. Thankgoodness for Starbucks<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
I decided that if I have to get up before 9ish, I deserve a treat. It's
amazing how quickly I have forgotten about getting up early.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
During the school year I get up at <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/05/430-am-totally-do-able.html"><span style="color: blue;">4:30</span></a>.
I have to be to school by 7:35 and I need time to feed Baby M before going to
school. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
2. Summer has ended<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
School begins for the kids on August 1. For me, however, it may as well have
already begun. I have to prepare my room and paperwork for my incoming class.
We do have a teacher work day the day before school begins, but that is usually
consumed with preparing schedules and collaborating with my team mates.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
3. A Smart phone is a necessity during any meeting<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Phones can be used for a variety of reasons. These reasons range from
searching for new terms to setting appointment times. They are also great to
communicate with colleagues across the room {This way you can read what someone
thinks about an outfit or pair of shoes rather than miss what's being said
because your listening to said opinion}.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
4. Going out to lunch is a luxury<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sitting at a table and have a conversation that is not interrupted is flat
out AMAZING! It was also so nice to be able to do this with my co-workers.
Don't even get me started on having someone to bring me the food and to pick up
after . . . me. Oh wow that was cool! And the tip of the iceberg = eating without
needing to re-heat my meal! We're talking big time here people! <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
We have 30 minutes for lunch. In reality by the time we get the kids to the
cafeteria, tie a shoe or two, wipe a few tears, pass out a hug here and there, settle
a dispute, and finally use the restroom {ourselves that is} we truly have about
15-20 minutes to inhale our meal before needing to pick the darlings up again.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
5. I miss my kids<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
While many of the above items are nice, I have to be honest, I LOVE being
home with my kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing can replace
knowing each aspect of their day, no matter how big or small it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I were able to be with them all of the
time I would do it in a heartbeat! Yes, being home with them for the summer
{which for me is really like 6 weeks} is nice. I'm not completely home with
them though. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing drives me nuts more
than someone saying, "Oh you're a teacher. How lucky you are to have the
summers off." Yes, I do value the time I am able to spend with my children.
I feel as if this is making up for the time that they have missed out on being
with their mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the school
year it is necessary for me to devote so much time to school. They miss out on
just being with me.<o:p></o:p><br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-30318538168705626912012-06-28T06:16:00.000-04:002012-06-28T06:16:44.827-04:00Public Service Announcement: 4 year old with digital camera = DANGER!So here you finally have the post I planned that got postponed on <a href="http://uniquelyen.blogspot.com/2012/06/how-spent-18000-in-under-3-hours.html">Tuesday</a>.<br />
<br />
As he is walking downstairs I hear G excitedly say: <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
"Mommy! You. have. GOT. to. see. this!"<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
He continues walking into the kitchen, where I am, while saying this. He is
also rather dramatic {as usual} and at the end of each word the palms of his
hands are facing away from his body as if he were ordering someone to STOP! <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
In his hands he has his digital camera. He received it as a gift for
Christmas. He thrusts the camera toward me. His laughter causes his arms to
wiggle, making it difficult for me to focus on the image he finds to be so
amusing.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
After trying for a few moments I was unable to focus on the wiggling image,
so finally I held the camera in my own hands. It's at this moment that I too
burst into laughter <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
at <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
the <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
sight <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
of <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
this<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
image:<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkepddc53isOHkEHllMA9HWLF-BPoBI-fwRt8JXi_hR3krrNclXdXYE_CQj3wVJ4B5_m4ZSQ38Pm7_qmrqwPZllm-wYFOo80oz49wNc01RoaUDYsapYjaTuq7RmJYQn3ZYq1VChrxAxlE/s1600/100_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkepddc53isOHkEHllMA9HWLF-BPoBI-fwRt8JXi_hR3krrNclXdXYE_CQj3wVJ4B5_m4ZSQ38Pm7_qmrqwPZllm-wYFOo80oz49wNc01RoaUDYsapYjaTuq7RmJYQn3ZYq1VChrxAxlE/s320/100_0688.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
Isn't he a beautiful Princess?! <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />
So after seeing this I became worried about other possible images that may
have been captured. To say the least I was not disappointed. G's pictures
continued to maintain my laughter!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tCoqJSIS7ovQdehm54q_wVGSY8xh-w6jjf8zdJvsBUdvSSnAM_2NkkvkLD6ycwCbFXR5cZVsf8t0GacmsYm0IKS3TEajfF0C7q3ZXrWInNkjYpo6FQAvcRKpr36iMKS0ufwHt8cWYNc/s1600/100_0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tCoqJSIS7ovQdehm54q_wVGSY8xh-w6jjf8zdJvsBUdvSSnAM_2NkkvkLD6ycwCbFXR5cZVsf8t0GacmsYm0IKS3TEajfF0C7q3ZXrWInNkjYpo6FQAvcRKpr36iMKS0ufwHt8cWYNc/s320/100_0689.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Poor Brent must have really done something to get on G's bad side!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCGtqUZ3ZBpiinif7c_QSzDAzT2q8llaDDUQCHDNy7a0VhyfFzkjSYTjPJqLcaKQpQWfIKG-MfwlYI0aUbByuN6rNFQTV8ZJeaNhODBOnX47geQtOC-AvETeMYzYggrM6ePcUyVzPvac/s1600/100_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCGtqUZ3ZBpiinif7c_QSzDAzT2q8llaDDUQCHDNy7a0VhyfFzkjSYTjPJqLcaKQpQWfIKG-MfwlYI0aUbByuN6rNFQTV8ZJeaNhODBOnX47geQtOC-AvETeMYzYggrM6ePcUyVzPvac/s320/100_0746.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
</div>
<div align="center" style="text-align: center;">
Here we have some of G's favorite
buddies arranged neatly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center">
</div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJnxZwjeKAgWjhYWn2O4Yn47RqOKWqW4ybq5AiUKV2Vhb3F7AlfWTRJTGVThT2IT8fno9g6SgUtPpiayLut4wD-VQ7nfdjqFyLNamX__4aw9Hv6NTARv1iG8AxICNGoTZf9Inw2O-mOs/s1600/100_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJnxZwjeKAgWjhYWn2O4Yn47RqOKWqW4ybq5AiUKV2Vhb3F7AlfWTRJTGVThT2IT8fno9g6SgUtPpiayLut4wD-VQ7nfdjqFyLNamX__4aw9Hv6NTARv1iG8AxICNGoTZf9Inw2O-mOs/s320/100_0748.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Didn't Pooh Bear pose so nicely for this one?</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I'll leave you with my personal favorite.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9YQOgcACpGirV8umuVSR9WumJdcPUj8EP6ygV1a-9swY9KDMTUxmoeFMfjP6pn0YGbmD3cUbLu6V8eVGHPPDcAd1FU2syiTGHmvfkJlw8jKPkYfNaxXimDGIFUCZRjbzFSE2TWMJYgc/s1600/100_0810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9YQOgcACpGirV8umuVSR9WumJdcPUj8EP6ygV1a-9swY9KDMTUxmoeFMfjP6pn0YGbmD3cUbLu6V8eVGHPPDcAd1FU2syiTGHmvfkJlw8jKPkYfNaxXimDGIFUCZRjbzFSE2TWMJYgc/s320/100_0810.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
At least he knows who the real Princess is in this house!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I also came across this gem as well.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxz1vcE4n-V7fRvXPb47n4UXGiJr9gMVFtB_K9CJSfM5iWl2fULPLSOG0h1AxYk_n5M5WnhcC8H9Ni_1Wj2rw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
That's my little performer<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span>himself!</div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I would like to conclued this with a warning: </div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
BE SURE TO MONITOR CHILDREN WITH CAMERAS!</div>
<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
You never know what may be documented.</div>
<div align="center">
</div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-41720118521916404352012-06-27T14:54:00.000-04:002012-06-27T14:54:36.977-04:00Love/Hate Link Up<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I love when my children have fun riding their bikes!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_mqUODKlV8Jev_HfjbGgEhnzQ9YXbUZ4tkkxddh1cr1TfUPki84QsXEZsWZsQIETjjIlAfTGC-ii_b4gJXtbAjGpNzqZh4ZGec35XQx5n-uuCbsYud2q4k701Y9W4G6680CUZ3PKeew/s1600/DSC02480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ_mqUODKlV8Jev_HfjbGgEhnzQ9YXbUZ4tkkxddh1cr1TfUPki84QsXEZsWZsQIETjjIlAfTGC-ii_b4gJXtbAjGpNzqZh4ZGec35XQx5n-uuCbsYud2q4k701Y9W4G6680CUZ3PKeew/s320/DSC02480.JPG" width="295" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hate when they get hurt.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDcM2f1FNBmiH3lXf9L6n-mX0nsN1IeHN7oikcSC0FRVvRnGLFDFkApa5T3QsRaK5oDhb6I9tgmsCeEDTXVtKpEdFXuswuxvbLCoWZYiYFAgZd6PngxWAZNxtzIVo1chzvvE2djyw5Rk/s1600/IMG_8112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDcM2f1FNBmiH3lXf9L6n-mX0nsN1IeHN7oikcSC0FRVvRnGLFDFkApa5T3QsRaK5oDhb6I9tgmsCeEDTXVtKpEdFXuswuxvbLCoWZYiYFAgZd6PngxWAZNxtzIVo1chzvvE2djyw5Rk/s200/IMG_8112.JPG" width="148" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I love going to the fair!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Fm85YjkSuSIglW11KRCDHZ0upTxGEhAULjvGERb4KczTYvVnPEgkrjJaZC7hkAtQ2zDzJVklCITHZbEWJeSH1Nw5nW4AfRkUYBpRVGimECy5SPWX2img2oeZ_rfE3z0IwL2CxUz8AjM/s1600/IMG_8080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Fm85YjkSuSIglW11KRCDHZ0upTxGEhAULjvGERb4KczTYvVnPEgkrjJaZC7hkAtQ2zDzJVklCITHZbEWJeSH1Nw5nW4AfRkUYBpRVGimECy5SPWX2img2oeZ_rfE3z0IwL2CxUz8AjM/s320/IMG_8080.JPG" width="290" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*check out the name of the boat!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hate spending an arm and a leg to enjoy the fair.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I love when my mom comes to visit!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTkWfDdSPa9Dkh_hJR0ZJSM6TgU1mAf-fqlC4yXdW9Etdv3Jh8qyr9uhf_vRYj1uBEU3wRupGt0BChlO0kcr6VcnBV_LtLn8D_sSxGFA-dEsaSE8I15eHr8mUrakUag1_iGFJJXk8PNM/s1600/IMG_8111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTkWfDdSPa9Dkh_hJR0ZJSM6TgU1mAf-fqlC4yXdW9Etdv3Jh8qyr9uhf_vRYj1uBEU3wRupGt0BChlO0kcr6VcnBV_LtLn8D_sSxGFA-dEsaSE8I15eHr8mUrakUag1_iGFJJXk8PNM/s320/IMG_8111.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hate having to attend workshops while she's here.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I love the ice cream my boys make!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4lWlH-820YzxthwD_BICEjQ87YPCwKZDR_saTV7YEOAax6NpL4PnGLHNGpAhtoZMsLPd6BVNHQlv-YjRHV-7XDcGIZq3iiKoN44b3HNZoCGdEHi78bxuij15lFZiL_5wX1wc3pclmf0/s1600/IMG_8038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4lWlH-820YzxthwD_BICEjQ87YPCwKZDR_saTV7YEOAax6NpL4PnGLHNGpAhtoZMsLPd6BVNHQlv-YjRHV-7XDcGIZq3iiKoN44b3HNZoCGdEHi78bxuij15lFZiL_5wX1wc3pclmf0/s320/IMG_8038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I hate waiting to eat the ice cream.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm linking up with <a href="http://noelsbeautifulife.blogspot.com/">Noel</a> today.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a border="0" href="http://www.noelsbeautifulife.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i363/wifeysinger06/Love_It__Hate_It_button.jpg" /></a></div>Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885953211270548048.post-83847505629224699922012-06-26T06:09:00.000-04:002012-06-26T13:07:11.543-04:00How I spent $180.00 in under 3 hours<br />
<br />
Wow, it's been a long couple of days. I originally had another post planned,
but then life happened and that post is being put on the back burner for now.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Sunday night Brent and B went for a bike ride while I fed Baby M. They
returned shortly after the ride began because B fell off of his bike. As Brent
carried him into the house B seemed to be very calm, which I thought was
slightly odd.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Brent cleaned him up and they both changed clothes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>B scraped his nose, chin, and knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a fat lip and chipped one of his
teeth. The kid has 2 adult teeth and of course he would have to chip 1 of the 2
adult teeth!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
After everyone was cleaned up, calmed down, and fed we were sitting on the
porch, as we do some evenings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We discovered
through conversation that something seemed to be off with B. His memory appeared
to have some gaps. For example, he wasn't able to recall that we had been at
the pool earlier in the day. He also didn't remember how a new chair (G bought
it from a garage sale on Saturday) made its way onto the porch.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Now, sometimes B likes to play the 'I forgot game' so it was tricky trying
to distinguish between his playing and reality. Eventually, I called the pediatricians
office. They encouraged me to watch for vomiting, dizziness, and headaches. B
did not complain about any of these symptoms. I had B sleep on the floor in our
room for the night just to be sure he didn't vomit during the night.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
On Monday morning he woke up and seemed to be himself. I noticed that he was
limping a little so I asked him why he was walking funny. He told me it was
because he had a scratch on his knee. I paused for a few moments trying to see
if he would elaborate about the scratch or not. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He went on to tell me that he had a scratch on
his chin, lip, and nose. <o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Finally, I said, "You fell off of your bike yesterday. Do you remember
this?" He said, "Oh that's where I got all of these scratches from
then." I became worried at this point because it was very obvious that he
had no clue where the scratches came from.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
Again, I called the pediatricians office. I was encouraged to take him to
the ER. Brent met us at home and all 5 of us traveled to the ER. Before leaving
I did manage to pack snacks, drinks, and toys. Brent, G, and Baby M stayed in
the waiting room. B and I went to another waiting room and were eventually
taken to a small room to . . . wait.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
After reading 2 books, playing both War and Go Fish 2 times, and playing 1
round of a picture game we were on our way. The ER doctor agreed that he had a
pretty nasty fall, but explained that having him go through a head scan would
expose him to radiation and could cause damage to his corneas. Basically, the
bad outweighed the good. He also told us that some short term memory loss after
a head injury is normal. B may not remember the injury, ever. Other missing
pieces of information such as his birthday and the months of the year should
return. If they don't I'm to contact the doctor again.<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
So after waiting for 2 1/2 hours, forking out $150.00 for the co-pay, and
$30.00 for a new helmet (the old helmet had a chunk taken out of it during the
fall) we all went home to rest! These kids should come with some kind of warranty
or owner’s manual or something!<o:p></o:p><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001015493406673415noreply@blogger.com12