<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473702</id><updated>2012-01-17T00:58:34.538-06:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='moving'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='illness'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='finances'/><category term='suburbia'/><category term='news'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='organization'/><category term='WLS'/><category term='birth'/><category term='boy'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memes'/><category term='girls'/><category term='planning'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='medical happenings'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='pets'/><category term='home ownership'/><category term='in-laws'/><category term='productivity'/><category term='little girls'/><category term='5k'/><category term='humor'/><category term='future'/><category term='husbands'/><category term='children'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='elder care'/><category term='quizes'/><category term='finding the positives'/><category term='God'/><category term='savings.'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='goals'/><category term='bean sprout'/><category term='budgeting'/><category term='frugality'/><category term='body image'/><category term='baby'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='fun'/><category term='overwhelmed'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Savoring Every Moment .... Living in Today....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changingtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changingtoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473702/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339225213128682129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473702.post-880101780219567686</id><published>2009-10-28T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:15:41.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I was up to this early Autumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo... August 29th I woke up with horrid abdominal pain and tried to take showers, baths, irritable bowel medicine, deep breathing, and nothing worked. So I loaded up R and L (T was at a birthday party) and went into the small private hospital in Huntsville. I waited in the waiting room for almost 4 hours and was eventually given a room where they did an xray of my chest and abdomen and lab work. Everthing seemed normal so they gave me Loritab and Zofran and sent me on my way home (after I slept for 45 minutes.) Luckily, I was blessed by a good samaritain who held Lucas the last half hour before I got to a room and stayed until a friend came to get the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went and got my meds and went home for the night. I slept restlessly and the next day the pain was not helped at all by the loritab. I went to Facebook and said that I was in the ER the night before and didn't think the medicine was working. A friend called and offered to bring chicken noodle soup (I wasn't eating at this point)..&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was grateful that I didn't have to worry about dinner for the kids. But, when she got to the house she looked at me and told me we were going back to the hospital right then. She took the kids to my neighbor and had me in the car in less than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She saved my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited in the ER again for a few hours. Right before I got a room I was unable to stand, sit, lean, or do anything without extreme pain. I didn't think I could go on. Somehow a room came open and all I remember is getting on the bed. (Everything else I tell you is what I have been told) I was apparently conscious and explained how bad I was feeling and my history of gastric bypass. They did more xrays and lab work. (Looking at the xray report today it says there was too much gas too see anything on the xray) and then I waited and waited and waited. I was not out of pain even with the medication they were giving me. I told the nurses that I didn't care if it killed me I needed more pain medicine. I was admitted and the next day late in the afternoon the surgeon came in and knew what was wrong just by looking at me and my history. A u/s confirmed it (I remember the u/s tech getting very scared by what she saw on the screen). The surgeon told me I needed surgery and I agreed (I think I would have agreed to anything to get the pain to go away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor called P in Afghanistan and told him I was very sick and that she had contacted Red Cross to get him home quickly. My next door neighbor and friends had been by my side or checking in on me all day and they were told to get my family here quickly because I had a slim chance of surviving. My family was here in 15 hours (when I say family I mean the whole crew) and they stayed by my side as I went through a total of 4 surgeries and two procedures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened? I had a complication from the gastric bypass in October of 2005 (complications are most likely to happen in the period of 3-5 years post op). My small intestine had corkscrewed up between the sutures in my stomach and created a hernia that then became infected. I lost almost all of my small intestine (only 15cm remain) and my left intestine (I had an anurysm in my left intestine and they were not able to repair it with an angiogram). I was intubated for close to three weeks and was on the brink of death's door way too many times. I was transported to the large hospital in town after 8 days at the small hospital (the small hospital did not have the equipment for the angiogram). So.. I woke up on September 14/15th and started to find out what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am left with a JG tube connected to my stomach that drains my stomach and small intestine contents (and any liquids I drink .. no food for me). I'm home with home health and TPN (liquid nutrition) for possibly the rest of my life. I'm hoping to have a reconstructive surgery that will expand my small intestine to a size large enough to connect to my colon so that I can eat again and not have a tube sticking out of my belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been amazing through all of this and until today Mom has been here by my side. She's still who she is and I have to accept that and go on. So I did. I drove for the first time in almost two months today (with my next door neighbor by my side) to pick  R and L up from school. Mom may not come back and other than being disappointed in her and unable to sleep tonight, I know that I'm strong enough to go on and I have a great support system here if I get wobbly at all (even if I don't .. a great neighbor took T to and from karate tonight even though they didn't pick their grandson up.)  Oh.. P is back in Afghanistan and hates that I'm not on the computer as much as I used to be.. I even got him addicted to facebook... and now I'm barely online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's been up with you and your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Instead I'm staying busy with the kids and other projects. I'm increasing my activity with the PTA at T's school and I am working on my garden and yard. I am hoping and praying that P is deployed to Afghanistan so that we can get out of debt. I am so tired of money being the reason why we can't do the smallest things. I've had to be honest with T and explain that we don't have a lot of money to spend on toys right now and that we understand it is disappointing but that we will always try to give him everything he needs and most of what he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of a county wide School System shut down due to swine flue. A school less than two miles from our home has had three probable cases (95% chance of being positive)of H1N1 (swine flu). P and I made a decision to keep the kids at home until we know what the full extent of the outbreak that has hit our area. L is immunocompromised due to his history of RSV at Christmas and he is also scheduled for surgery May 14th. He has a possible undescended testicle. The pediatric urologist is going to go in via his belly button to see what is going on and will find out if his testicle can be pulled down. If it is down and irregular it will be removed and the other testicle will be checked to make sure it is healthy. So, we are already trying to stay healthy for surgery and the last thing we need is Swine Flu to hit our household. So that means no karate, mall, or anything until the facts are all available. I did make it out to Wal Mart this evening sans kids and I have to say that it was a ghost town. There were no lines and I saw more employees than customers. It was like I was shopping at 2am instead of 7pm on Friday, May 1st. Hopefully the shut down of schools and parks has helped stop the spread of the swine flu in our community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P and I are well. We could be better but I think a lot of our issues are more stress related. I wish he would be more concerned and he wishes I would let him de-stress via primal means. Oh boy. He is getting worried that here will go on without him. I'm worried about how bad our life will be if something holds up his deployment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a site that I did some local restaurant and restroom reviews on a while back. I think I'm going to bring it back to life and do more reviews. I'll do anything that I get in the mail via samples, restaurants, and stores. I might also review websites. It can't hurt anything and it might help another consumer. Tomorrow night I'm hosting a &lt;a href="http://www.houseparty.com"&gt;House Party&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.houseparty.com/party/112037"&gt;Clairol&lt;/a&gt;. I picked out my new shade tonight and I hope the other ladies who come have a great time socializing and changing our looks. There will be a bunch of laughter, pictures, food, and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the last way I'm entertaining myself instead of worrying about everyday life?  I'm playing Farm Town on Facebook. It addicting and fun and I need more neigbors darn it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I'll start with the good things though.. L is starting to crawl (army style.. but still he's moving), R is getting ready for her ballet recital and is sooo tall that she's too big for her  scooter and bicycle (we're going to get a new bike at least), T is doing awesome in school and at home (he started @DD medication 2.5 weeks ago), ALL 3 kids sleep in their own beds which are in their own rooms EVERY NIGHT, and last but not least I'm getting my own computer (keep reading to see why this is AWESOME). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are clenchers in my life right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate WLS/Gastric Bypass/PCOS/Infertility/Hirutism. My body has betrayed me my entire life. Why should today be any different? &lt;br /&gt;*I'm trying my damnedest to nurse L but he needs supplementation. It was the same with T and R.. so why am I frustrated? Because I want to be NORMAL! &lt;br /&gt;*I hate that a pass gas without any warning. This is embarrassing around my children. How can I be a good role model when I'm letting out air rockets? This doesn't count the times when my gut just decides to start talking to whomever is around. (this is caused by RNY)&lt;br /&gt;*I hate that I have to be conscious of everything that I eat and that I bring it up so often. I don't want to be a martyr. But I feel like I need to let people who are around me what's up in case I start getting all weird. I have to get my protein and vitamins and if I don't I'm a weakling (even more than I've become.. ugh I can't pull the carseat out of the van some days). PLEASE don't serve me pasta as the only dinner option (I'll be in the restroom trying to retch if you do). WLS was a tool to allow me to get to a size that is healthier. I'm at the doctor MORE than I was pre-op. I'm so frickin tired of it. T told me today that he's sorry that I ever had to have the surgery. Right now.. I am too. I'm not happy with my flabby body.. I'm glad I'm skinnier.. but the cost is almost too much. I'm not even sure that my blood pressure is down. I'm just burying my head about that right now because I've got too much other crap going on. &lt;br /&gt;*So I lose 120lbs and you would think everything would be hunky dory right? Nope.. my body is still infertile (and irregular) and my face gets new hairs every day. I've tried laser treatments that caused the hairs to get darker. I'm embarrassed that I may have a 5 o clock shadow some days. How F'd up is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.We entered credit counseling. It will be a great thing in 5 years. But.. today it still sucks. We are in another dry spell of P's overtime and my babysitting is sporadic at times. P has applied to go over seas to work for a year. I'm actually excited about him going because it means that when he gets home we won't have to worry about money as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We did our taxes and already have our federal return. Wohoo! We lost soo much money on the house in VA that our tax return doubled. So we get to pay off some debts, go on a small vacation (because I demanded a vacation), and buy my laptop (because P wants me out of the office and off his computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Money is tight and I'm torn as to whether I want to go back to school, stay home with the three kids we have, have more babies, or just go back to work now and school later. So many options and none of them seem to be the right one for us. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. P is a prick. 90% of the time lately I can say that P has been doing an awesome job. But he's back tracking and he doesn't SEEM care what it costs me. I'm treading water emotionally but I know he would flip out if I said I wanted to go on something to help me out. I can't describe how I feel other than to say I felt the same way a month before I went into the hospital for a week with IBS (only IV morphine and nothing by mouth for a week seemed to work). Needless to say I don't want to go through that again .. however I'm at a loss for what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P hears me and seems to try.. but he's not really .. and if he does.. he's keeping score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm constantly trying to please everyone around me and I never please my biggest critic (myself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I really want to go to Walt Disney World (this could be almost 50% of what we pain in 2007 due to my brother being in the Air Force Active Duty) this year but my sister is whining that she doesn't want to go with us (she'd rather Nick Suites and Universal) and i really wanted this(a merging of siblings and families to a "neutral destination") to become a family tradition every few years. Now whenever I bring it up she says I need to get a life. The only response i have for her is that this is my escape and I need to plan this escape so I can look forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have to know every possibility and make contingency plans. My life is not allowing that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted and done. The kids are finally all asleep in their own beds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SNMWEeOpysI/AAAAAAAABWo/_BFE3DWJ9gg/s400/thankful-thursday-button1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247562256906570434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm thankful for ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A beautiful baby boy who loves to rest on his Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A beautiful daughter who loves being a ballerina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A curious son who loves to learn so much that he needs more hours in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A husband who works hard to provide for our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A house big enough for our family to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A next door neighbor who acts more like a sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My faith in God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Modern Medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:arial;"&gt;Kick A$$ medical insurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I'm trying to list what I'm thankful for as I sit here worrying over things I should leave to higher powers. I really am thankful for everything. We have the means to follow up on our concerns when we and/or our children are not acting "right". As of now L has reflux and is on his second medication and third formula. He is also being tested for breathing issues possibly due to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Micrognathism"&gt;micrognathia.&lt;/a&gt;  I came home this evening and didn't worry about it.. and now I'm sitting here an hour after researching it on google and I'm afraid to go to sleep. I really am grateful that we will have more answers tomorrow and Monday. Because if I don't get the answers we need by then, I will find someone else who will help me keep my baby safe and healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Please and Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;/strong&gt; Fern Gully - Free Summer Movie for Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/strong&gt; umm.. Year round General Hospital.. other shows come and go.. 24, Lost, Dawson's Creek, West Wing, Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;/strong&gt;Coffee with Protein... What? They are both necessary to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your middle name?&lt;/strong&gt; Evon.. My mother spelled it.. not me! Yvonne is the "correct" spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What food do you dislike?&lt;/strong&gt; There isn't much.. Isn't that one of the reasons I had Gastric Bypass? What foods do I avoid would be a better question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite CD at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reba-Duets-McEntire/dp/B000T0C0MC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1217798622&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Reba's Duets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;/strong&gt; 2003 Ford Windstar.. 2 more payments and it's mine free and clear with only 103,000 miles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sandwich?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://lh3.ggpht.com/_I7oPa9pdD50/RsxpARepGII/AAAAAAAABp4/_n0EceUw3as/IMG_2109.JPG&amp;imgrefurl=http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s0GGccFiLRf9BwWNucBgTg&amp;h=1200&amp;w=1600&amp;sz=16&amp;hl=en&amp;start=1&amp;sig2=ZtASRMm8hDiKuHjidYR5HA&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=-miYDWyNVPBbCM:&amp;tbnh=113&amp;tbnw=150&amp;ei=8CWWSNauLaD8ebehkYoJ&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Deinstein%2527s%2Bbros%2Btasty%2Bturkey%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:*:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7DKUS%26sa%3DN"&gt;Einstein Bros Tasty Turkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What characteristic do you despise?&lt;/strong&gt; Bigotry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite item of clothing?&lt;/strong&gt; A very good bra or comfy jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alaskan Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where would you retire to?&lt;/strong&gt; Eh.. I want mountains. P wants Florida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your most recent memorable birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; 21st Bday.. T' arrival and home coming (from NICU) was my present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Furthest place you are sending this?&lt;/strong&gt; The Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;  December 2. Day after Beth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning person or a night person?&lt;/strong&gt; Mornings are better ... I get tired earlier than I used to.. but for nesting or deep cleaning.. I do it best around midnight to 4am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your shoe size?&lt;/strong&gt; 8.5 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets?&lt;/strong&gt; 1 Big Dog.. We are putting (OK.. P is out there more than me) up an invisible fence today to hopefully reduce the running away issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any exciting news you’d like to share with us?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Uh.. I'm not pregnant yet.. Poor P is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;/strong&gt; A mother to the children who didn't have parents.. I still wish I could take care of the "lost" children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite flower?&lt;/strong&gt;  Azalias.. I'd love a big tree in my yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to seeing?&lt;/strong&gt;  August 6th.. T's first day back to School. Aug 9th T's first Karate Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now? &lt;/strong&gt; P going downstairs and L breathing on my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; Protein shake with too much protein.. needs more strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish on stars?&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is the weather right now? &lt;/strong&gt; Hot! Where is Fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;/strong&gt; Next door neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite soft drink?&lt;/strong&gt; Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite restaurant? &lt;/strong&gt; Japanese or Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; See crayon color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; Cabbage Patch Kids and Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer or winter?&lt;/strong&gt; Fall and Spring are preferred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla? &lt;/strong&gt; Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee or tea? &lt;/strong&gt; Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt; The day I came home with L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is under your bed?&lt;/strong&gt; My dog and bed frame parts he knocked out again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/strong&gt;  Watched 24, nursed L, went to bed early and nursed L.. oh and changed a bunch of diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many keys on your key ring?&lt;/strong&gt; 2 key rings.. one for each car and each key ring has a house key on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many years at your current job? &lt;/strong&gt; um.. I've been a Mom for almost 7 years and home for 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you make friends easily?&lt;/strong&gt; Not really. I'm weird and have antisocial cycles where I hide from the world and some people think that's weird. :) Thankfully there are a few that just put up with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meltingmama.net/wls/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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L's first week was really eventful in the I really need to document this kind of way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos from the first week: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/heatherevond/July2008LukeSFirstTwoDays"&gt;Hospital&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/heatherevond/LukeDay37"&gt;Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L came into the world via a scheduled C-section. I had a rough time the entire pregnancy trying to decide what option was best for the two of us (me and L). There were opinions everywhere and I finally stopped and listened to my heart and decided I did not want to deal with the possible dramatic situations that could arise with a natural birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the OR we learned that I had made a smart decision to have the c-section. You could see L's hair through my uterus. First of all.. I was shocked that MY child had hair. The first two did not have hair for the first two years. After that shock I asked if that would have impacted an attempted natural delivery and they said yes. So, the best decision was made and we both came out healthy in the end. In the OR I learned a few other things.. epinepherin in small doses can raise a girls heart rate and blood pressure.. spinals rock and if someone offers me an epidural for a c-section again, I'll run away like a mad woman... no more morphine in the spinal, not even a very small dose.. The anesthesiologist was way cool and talked to me the whole hour I was in the OR.. An hour in the OR means you have an AWESOME OB who takes an extra flap of skin off your belly and makes a big effort to make it pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of the C-section was fairly uneventful. L roomed with me part of the night and then went to the nursery for a few hours (actually it was that way the whole stay.. They do the big daily assessment at midnight which is awesome because you don't have your baby ripped away during the day other than the pediatrician visiti). The next morning my IV became a heplock and the catheter was gone. I took a shower by myself (this is the start of me making the nurses feel like they aren't needed) and it was wonderful to feel clean. P, Mom, and the kids came up for a short visit but went home pretty quickly. I had many phone calls from family and friends. L and I bonded as we walked the halls to relieve my gas pains. The next days were about the same. I wanted pain medicine more for the gas pains than the incision/uterus pain. L and I did pretty well with the nursing and we did not introduce a bottle to him at all during the hospital stay. I was however warned by the lactation consultant that I may not be able to sustain him on a gastric bypass diet. (Whole 'nother story there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day of our stay L had his circumcision and we were released to go home. My Mom called just as I was getting prepped to go home and said that she was having a lot of weakness/headaches/and her blood pressure was scary. She asked me if P would take her to the community hospital ER. I called him because she was worried about asking him (silly of her) and he swiftly had the family out of the house to get her to the ER and pick me up. After I made the call to P, I broke down and the nurses were worried that I should not go home under so much stress. I told them I would be better of at home where I could be in control. The nurses were awesome and got me out of the hospital within 10 minutes of P and the kids getting to the hospital. I was a bit sore but got upstairs to rest with my kiddos. A few phone calls were made to check on my Mom and she said they got the blood pressure down and were monitoring her for a bit. She was released within 6 hours of arriving and we thought everything would be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 5 L had his first pediatrici appointment. It was pretty normal. She agreed to recheck his bilirubin levels because I was sure he was jaundiced. She was/is concerned about my caloric/fat intake and told me to work on increasing my calories with fatty/unhealthy foods (this is part of that 'nother post.. but we are doing healthy fats now and more calories). She also told me not to take L out in public. I almost laughed when she said that.. I knew what I had to do that day. So, we left the appointment and took the kids to the fountains to play. After that we had hotdogs at Sam's Club where I got a call stating that the bilirubin levels were up to 13 and I needed to contact the Home Health Agency (HHA) to setup delivery of the bilibed. I called HHA and lo and behold L's nursery nurse was his home health nurse. I believe I scolded her for telling me his bili was OK when I was so sure it was going up.. She couldn't say much then. :) So we went on with our errands to the Pediatric Dentist (T will be sedated for 3 fillings and two baby teeth extractions) and Karate practice. We arrived home 5 minutes before the HH nurse. I can't tell you how reassuring it was to have her there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the evening of Day 5 - Day 7 we were bound to the bilibed and the breast pump as we needed to get my breastmilk flowing as much as possible. My Mom was awesome on the first night as she sat up and patted the poor baby's back (she was still suffering from high BP .. but we were sure it would be resolved anytime with the medication.. oh we were wrong). There was little true rest for Mom, Luke, or myself those days. The bilibed covers were soaked through with sweat, poop, and pee. If we have to do that again we will request 4 not 2 covers. I will also make sure to put a blanket or something that smells like me in the bed as soon as I put a baby in there. A cover that we used on L while we held him made him so much calmer on the bilibed. Why didn't I think of that sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended L's first week with the removal of the bilibed and all of us in our own beds. Oh.. and we went to karate practice right after the bilibed left the house. :)&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/heatherevond/July2008LukeSFirstTwoDays"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The house is asleep but the sun is brightening the sky. I have around ten hours until I should meet my third child. Wow, I'm going to have three kids! I know I've been pregnant for 38 weeks (the longest I've ever gone), but it just doesn't feel like I'm ready yet. Is it because I'm not sick (yea.. I've had an issue here or there.. but today.. I feel great) or is it because there is a problem with the baby? This normal, low tech, pregnancy has been an experience in learning to accept things as they are. I just haven't learned the whole lesson, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother got here last night and things have been pretty good so far. We tip-toed around an emotional issue last night (how all of us kids are very in your face and quick tempered) but that was the hardest part. Whew! It probably helps that I was/am in a major nesting way right about now. I've gotten so much done these last few days, that this house almost doesn't feel like my house. Granted, I've got to stay on top of the kids to keep stuff picked up. But, I should have been doing that every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I will relax until P's alarm goes off, I'll make us a nice breakfast and spend a few minutes with him before he heads to work. Then, I'll start packing my hospital bag(shush.. I still don't feel like today is the day.. remember??) until everyone else in the house is up. I also want to finish folding the baby clothes (one last basket), put fresh sheets on the crib and bassinet, and install the baby's carseat in the van. I'd also like to clean out the van so that my Mom can drive it without feeling like she's surrounded by my clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I posed for a few cute belly shots. I apologize for the little princess who thinks the camara has eyes only for her. Also, check out that picture over my left shoulder.. that is from 8 years ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXolVEFgTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/W64fxg30KgU/s1600-h/DSC01507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXolVEFgTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/W64fxg30KgU/s320/DSC01507.jpg" border="0" alt="38 weeks pregnant front view" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXpxXbwnQI/AAAAAAAAArE/u-Zb4uqhV98/s1600-h/DSC01510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXpxXbwnQI/AAAAAAAAArE/u-Zb4uqhV98/s320/DSC01510.jpg" border="0" alt="38 weeks side view.. wow I've popped out" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXrdJEqp6I/AAAAAAAAArM/3ehfq8-v_6A/s1600-h/DSC01511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/SHXrdJEqp6I/AAAAAAAAArM/3ehfq8-v_6A/s320/DSC01511.jpg" border="0" alt="38 weeks, me and the kiddos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I've asked Paul to send out pictures of the baby to all, I'll leave directions to put the pictures/stats on the blog. 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It sounds so young when I say it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B is for Burger of Choice.&lt;/em&gt;  Sloppy and shared. I can't eat one alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C is for Car.&lt;/em&gt;  2 Fords in my driveway. A 2003 windstar that will be paid off in a couple of LONG months. It will be driven until it won't go again. The kids will beat the interior with food, drinks, and puke (have I mentioned that R is puking again this summer.. WTF?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D is for daughters.&lt;/em&gt; One is enough, Thank you. Excuses include: puking, drama queen, and TV Tyrant, demanding, mischevious, and vicious to her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E is for essential item you use every day.&lt;/em&gt;  Cell Phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;F is for favorite tv show.&lt;/em&gt;  Currently watch Lost, 24 (on DVD.. way behind), and NCIS when I can. I LOVE my dvr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G is for groceries.&lt;/em&gt; I'm a wanderer .. I like to find great deals and don't care how long it takes. I wish the children agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;H is for how often you embarrass yourself.&lt;/em&gt;  I need to think before I speak more often. But, truly.. I'm learning to love the person that I am and everyone else can just deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I is for ice cream.&lt;/em&gt; Oh how I miss a good soft serve ice cream cone and milkshakes. That's one of the trade offs of the surgery though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J is for juice.&lt;/em&gt; V8 Fusion, Crystal Light, Powerade, Gatorade, and OJ (from Florida only) are my drinks of choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for kids.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; Boy (6), Girl (3), Boy (will be here Thursday evening).. They are the center of my world and I don't understand how celebrities go out so often without their kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L is for Lipstick.&lt;/em&gt;  When I remember it.. But I love to wear it.. It makes me feel "nicer".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M is for Mexican food.&lt;/em&gt; We could eat it everyday in this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N is for number of piercings.&lt;/em&gt; 2 holes .. one in each ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O is for Optometry.&lt;/em&gt; Glasses .. Laser Surgery after I'm done having babies.. while I'm in the plastics phase of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P is for People You Were With Today.&lt;/em&gt;  Kiddos, OB staff, and Karate family.. &lt;em&gt;Q is for Quiet Time.&lt;/em&gt;  Sunday I went out for a couple of hours. It felt weird.. where are the kids? What's going on? I only called home three times. But, I needed that time out. I was being a big meanie.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;R is for Biggest Regret.&lt;/em&gt; Continuing to put off college and spending too much money on crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S is for sports you play.&lt;/em&gt;  Don't do sports.. uh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T is for tattoo.&lt;/em&gt; Maybe one day. P hates them.. but I want one for me.. A butterfly coming out of a cocoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U is for what is unique about you.&lt;/em&gt;  Red hair, white skin, and blue eyes. All of my family to date has blue eyes and O positive blood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V is for Vegetables you Love.&lt;/em&gt; There are many .. brocolli, turnip greens, beans and potatoes (you know the kind with a ham hock), carrots, oh ya. Just remember that when I'm stepping away for a second. Mm..kay. I'm REALLY doing you the favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W is for Worst Habit.&lt;/em&gt;  Procrastinating and Cursing (really have cut down). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y is for Yummy Food you ate today. &lt;/em&gt; umm... Taquitos..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Z is for Zodiac.&lt;/em&gt; Eh.. Sagittarius here.. but I don't really follow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This is kind of cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the billions of married couples in the world, there has to be a &lt;br /&gt;couple married on each date of the year. &lt;br /&gt;We're going to try to accomplish the task of seeing if we can fill the &lt;br /&gt;calendar with an anniversary on every day of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your and your spouse's 1st names only (NO LAST NAMES, PLEASE), &lt;br /&gt;The year you were married then the state next to the date you were married &lt;br /&gt;o n the list below. &lt;br /&gt;Then send it to all your married friends, plus the person who sent it to &lt;br /&gt;you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T BE A SPOIL SPORT! ADD YOUR NAME TO THE LIST. &lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS BELOW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is hit forward (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or post this to your blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), add the information then send it to all &lt;br /&gt;your friends and family that are also married or will be soon.... ;} don't &lt;br /&gt;forget me! &lt;br /&gt;If someone has already put names in the date of your anniversary, please &lt;br /&gt;just add your names below theirs and DO NOT DELETE THOSE COUPLES' NAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN 1- MIKE &amp; DONNA (2003) SC &lt;br /&gt;JAN 2- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 3- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 4- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 5- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 6- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 7- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 8- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 9- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 10- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 11- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 12- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 13- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 14- Malek and Christi 1997, NC &lt;br /&gt;JAN 15- Byron and Etienne 2000, NY&lt;br /&gt;JAN 16- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 17- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 18- Mike &amp; Jan 1980, TX &lt;br /&gt;JAN 19- Jim and Ann, 1976, TX &lt;br /&gt;JAN 20- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 21- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 22- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 23- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 24- Leo &amp; Sharon 1998 Wisconsin &lt;br /&gt;JAN 25- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 26- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 27- LeRoy&amp; Avis 1968,WI &lt;br /&gt;JAN 28- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 29- &lt;br /&gt;JAN 30- Alan and Mary, 1982, SC &lt;br /&gt;JAN 31- Shirley &amp; Gary, 1956, MA &lt;br /&gt;FEB 1- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 2- Sheila and Renie 1952, Ont. Canada &lt;br /&gt;FEB 3- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 4- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 5- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 6- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 7- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 8- Barb &amp; Larry 1964 IA &lt;br /&gt;FEB 9- Len &amp; Marie 1963 Wi &lt;br /&gt;FEB 10- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 11-Don &amp; Doris 1967 MI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 12- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 13- Mary &amp; Roger 1965 MI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 14 &lt;br /&gt;FEB 15- PeeWee &amp; Jane 1975 WI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 16- Christine and Sonny, FL &lt;br /&gt;FEB 17- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 18- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 19- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 20- Dan and Diane 1971 WI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 21- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 22- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 23- Bruce &amp; Amy, 1983, WI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 24- Chriss &amp; Lee MT &lt;br /&gt;FEB 25-Dorothy &amp; Merrill. 1947, TX &lt;br /&gt;FEB 26-Steven &amp; Kandi, 1994 MI &lt;br /&gt;FEB 27- Todd &amp; Sharla 2004, TX &lt;br /&gt;FEB 28- &lt;br /&gt;FEB 29- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 1- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 2- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 3- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 4- Bill &amp; Nancy 1967 MI &lt;br /&gt;MAR 5- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 6- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 7- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 8- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 9- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 10- david &amp;miranda,1998 IL.&lt;br /&gt;MAR 11- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 12- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 13- Joe &amp; Denise, 2004 IL. &lt;br /&gt;MAR 14-Leo &amp; Dorothy 1964 Michigan &lt;br /&gt;MAR 15- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 16- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 17- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 18- Paul &amp; Heather, 1998 FL&lt;br /&gt;MAR 19- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 20- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 21- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 22- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 23- Breiana &amp; Jason 1998 TX &lt;br /&gt;MAR 24- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 25- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 26- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 27- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 28- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 29- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 30- &lt;br /&gt;MAR 31- &lt;br /&gt;APR 1- &lt;br /&gt;APR 2- &lt;br /&gt;APR 3- &lt;br /&gt;APR 4- &lt;br /&gt;APR 5-John and Frederica 1952 PA &lt;br /&gt;APR 6- &lt;br /&gt;APR 7- &lt;br /&gt;APR 8- &lt;br /&gt;APR 9- &lt;br /&gt;APR 10- &lt;br /&gt;APR 11- &lt;br /&gt;APR 12- Jonathan and Shannan 2006- Arizona&lt;br /&gt;APR 13- &lt;br /&gt;APR 14- Rick &amp; Renae 2007 Az &lt;br /&gt;APR 15- &lt;br /&gt;APR 16- &lt;br /&gt;APR 17- &lt;br /&gt;APR 18-Mike and Tracy 2003 Oklahoma City OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APR 19- Shari &amp; Orley 1982 IA &lt;br /&gt;APR 20- &lt;br /&gt;APR 21- &lt;br /&gt;APR 22- Keith and Donna - 1989 &lt;br /&gt;APR 23 - Jerry&amp; Ellen 1960 Wi- &lt;br /&gt;Ted &amp; Clara 1966 MI , Bruce &amp; Carlene (1977) IL , &lt;br /&gt;APR 24- &lt;br /&gt;APR 25- &lt;br /&gt;APR 26- &lt;br /&gt;APR 27- &lt;br /&gt;APR 28- &lt;br /&gt;APR 29- &lt;br /&gt;A PR 30- &lt;br /&gt;APR 31- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 1- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 2- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 3- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 4- Randy &amp; Betty 2002 WI &lt;br /&gt;Sven &amp; Jean 1968 WI &lt;br /&gt;MAY 5- Ak'Bar&amp;Hermina 2001,GA&lt;br /&gt;MAY 6- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 7- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 8- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 9- Pam &amp; Philip 2004 TN &lt;br /&gt;MAY 10- Bill &amp; Aggie 1958 AL &lt;br /&gt;MAY 11- Jerry &amp; Carolyn 1991 , TX &lt;br /&gt;MAY 12- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 13- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 14- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 15- Loren &amp; Fran, 1982, AZ &lt;br /&gt;MAY 16- Joan and Ted 1953, Manitoba, Canada &lt;br /&gt;MAY 17- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 18- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 19- Gina &amp; Jimmy-2007 MT&lt;br /&gt;MAY 20- melanie&amp; bruce maryland&lt;br /&gt;MAY 21- Steve &amp; Karin - 1994 - Illinois &lt;br /&gt;MAY 22- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 23- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 24- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 25- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 26-Linda &amp; Bud 1996 PA &lt;br /&gt;MAY 27- Julie &amp; Richard 2006 WI/ JESSICA&amp;JAMES 2005 ARK &lt;br /&gt;MAY 28- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 29- Tim &amp; Bonnie 1998 WI &lt;br /&gt;Fitz 7 Janice 2004 MEX &lt;br /&gt;MAY 30- &lt;br /&gt;MAY 31- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 1- FaithAnn &amp; Eric - 2000 - N.J. &lt;br /&gt;JUN 2- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 3- Wally &amp; Donna 1950 (1st) &lt;br /&gt;JUN 4- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 5- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 6-John &amp; Karen 1970 IL &lt;br /&gt;JUN 7- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 8-Nelson &amp; Joanne 1957 MI , Al &amp; Linda 1991 MA&lt;br /&gt;JUN 9- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 10- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 11- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 12- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 13- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 14- &lt;br /&gt;J UN 15 - &lt;br /&gt;JUN 16- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 17- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 18- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 19- Alex &amp; Renee 1993 - AL&lt;br /&gt;JUN 20- Edward &amp; Bonnie Jeanne 1952 MI &lt;br /&gt;Ozz &amp; Bev 1964 &lt;br /&gt;JUN 21- Jim &amp; Judy 1969, WI &lt;br /&gt;Bob &amp; Audrey 1958 WI &lt;br /&gt;JUN 22- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 23- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 24- Price &amp; Stella 1972 - TX &lt;br /&gt;JUN 25- Danny &amp; Kathy 1976 - LA &lt;br /&gt;JUN 26- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 27- &lt;br /&gt;JUN 28- Fred &amp; Nancy - 1958 - WI &lt;br /&gt;JUN 29-Don and Joanne 1963-NJ &lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Judie WI &lt;br /&gt;Jr and Becky 1990 TX &lt;br /&gt;JUN 30 - Don &amp; Stacey 2000 Illinois &lt;br /&gt;JUL 1- Howard &amp; Janice 1950 Wi &lt;br /&gt;JUL 2- Ronald &amp; Delores 1955 WI &lt;br /&gt;Steve and Mary 1983 WI &lt;br /&gt;JUL 3- &lt;br /&gt;JU L 4- Jay &amp; Amanda 2003 NV &lt;br /&gt;JUL 5- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 6- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 7- Virgil &amp; Judy 1963 WI &lt;br /&gt;          William &amp; Tiffany 2007 NC &lt;br /&gt;JUL 8- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 9- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 10- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 11- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 12- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 13- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 14- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 15- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 16- Duane and Elli 1960 Wi. &lt;br /&gt;JUL 17- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 18- Jeremy &amp; Erin 1999 MT.&lt;br /&gt;JUL 19- Allen &amp; Sheri 1975 WI. &lt;br /&gt;JUL 20- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 21- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 22- Al &amp; Heather 1995 WI. &lt;br /&gt;JUL 23- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 24- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 25- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 26- Jeremy &amp; Laura 1997 AL&lt;br /&gt;JUL 27- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 28- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 29- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 30- &lt;br /&gt;JUL 31- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 1- Darrell &amp; Donna-1963-MI. &lt;br /&gt;AUG 2- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 3- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 4- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 5- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 6- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 7- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 8- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 9-Jan and John (1980) IL &lt;br /&gt;AUG 10- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 11- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 12- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 13- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 14-Jeff &amp; Jeanne -1993-MI &lt;br /&gt;AUG 15-Paula Ann &amp; Harold - 2003 - OK&lt;br /&gt; LaVonna &amp; Cessna - 2005 - AR.&lt;br /&gt;AUG 16- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 17- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 18- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 19- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 20- Bill &amp; Marian --1983--GA &lt;br /&gt;AUG 21- Kathy &amp; Tory (2004) - WI        Sarah and Robert (1999) ME      &lt;br /&gt;AUG 22- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 23-Jim &amp; Jeanie 1953 MT &lt;br /&gt;AUG 25- Bruce and Cheryl 1979 (South Carolina)&lt;br /&gt;AUG 26- Denise and Anthony 1989 (michigan) &lt;br /&gt;AUG 27- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 28- Jeff &amp; Sue (1981) WI &lt;br /&gt;AUG 29- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 30- &lt;br /&gt;AUG 3 1- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 1- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 2-Jim &amp; Jan 1961 WI. &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 3- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 4- SHERRY &amp; FRANKIE (1993) SC &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 5- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 6- Nieves &amp; Hortensia Rico 1969, Az &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 7- Rose &amp; Peter 1985, TX, &lt;br /&gt;Judson &amp; Kristy 2002, WI &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 8- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 9- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 10- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 11- Katy &amp; Luie- 2004, AZ, &lt;br /&gt;Ron &amp; Pat-WI. &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 12- Michael &amp; Tami -1998, WI; &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 13- Amy and Jimbo-1997, SC &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 14- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 15- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 16-Leta &amp; Billy 1950 OK &lt;br /&gt;Kathy &amp; Mike 1995 IL &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 17- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 18- Karen &amp; Greg 1999, IL &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 19- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 20- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 21- Richard and Pam - 1979, LA &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 22- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 23-TERRY &amp; BARB CAMP-2000 , MO &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 24- Brittney and Mike- 1988, TN. &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 25- &lt;br /&gt;SEPT 26- Denice &amp; 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What time did you get-up this morning? 6:30  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamond or pearls?  diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?  Spiderwick Chronicles but I had to leave in the middle because it was too scary for R.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? NCIS, General Hospital, Jericho (so hoping sci-fi picks it up), Lost, ER.. the networks really screwed themselves this year with the strike. They lost me on a LOT of shows. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Egg over medium or egg sandwich  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name?  Evon *pronounced like Yvonne*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? liver, lamb, beets, .. I eat most anything though..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at moment? .. whatever is on my IPOD..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? 2003 Silver Ford Winstar that will be payed off in August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich?  egg sandwich or grilled cheese&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? willfull ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? uh.. anything that will stretch over my expanding self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world, on vacation, where would you go?  Europe or Alaska Cruise&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing?  hmm.. see 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you retire to? Florida or Texas. P wants warmth and I want to keep him happy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? What birthday?  21st Birthday.. T came home two days earlier from the NICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch?   gymnastics or some Nascar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Last DVD you bought?  Disney Princesses for R &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When is your birthday?  December 2nd&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Are you a morning person or a night person? Mid Day.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21 what is your shoe size?   8 or 8.5 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. Pets?  1 dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? I'm having a baby in July.. Only 3.5 weeks till summer break&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. What did you want to be when you were  little?  A social worker or nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How are you today? Stuffy and ready for the sinus infection to be gone. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. What is your favorite candy?  Twix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite flower?   Roses or Lilies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?  July 25th.. My 3rd baby should be in my arms by then.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;29. What is your screenname?  HeatherEvonD&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     30. What are you listening to right now?  General Hospital, Riley scratching his belly, and construction.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     31. What was the last thing you ate?  3 Girl Scout thin mints&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;32. Do you wish on stars?  Not really.. sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  Red&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     34. How is the weather right now? Warm and sunny... too nice for me to feel this blah  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     35. Last person you spoke to on the phone? P.. checking in to see how T's doctor's appt went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite soft drink?  Diet Mt Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite restaurant?  food.. eh.. yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. Hair color?  Deep Red&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. What was your favorite toy as a child? Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Summer or winter? Winter&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;41. Hugs or Kisses? Hugs .. less germ spreading                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Chocolate or Vanilla?  vanilla&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Coffee or Tea? Coffee&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;45. The last time you cried? recently.. I'm so hormonal&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;46. What is under your bed?  broken support beams.. NO More Jumping on the bed&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;47. What did you do last night?  Vegetated and felt sorry for myself                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you afraid of? not being able to protect my children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Salty or Sweet?  salty&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;50. How many keys on your keyring? 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. How many years at your current job? I've been a Mom for 6.25 years.. SAHM for the last 9 weeks.. where I belong for now.                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;53. How many towns have you lived in? 8 at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Best book you recently read?  Fallen Angels by Nora Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you make friends easily?  sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It must have been all the running around I was doing or was it the fact that I meant to take a picture to go with this post but still haven't.. (I'll work on that tonight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P called me Thursday around noon to tell me T had fallen off the playground at school. The wind had been knocked out of him and other than a bit of shock the nurse and P agreed that he should go back to class with a recheck in an hour. He went back to class and was perfectly fine. His back was no longer bothering him but his wrist was a bit swollen. Once I heard the second report, I decided to take a trip to the school and check in with the nurse and office staff (why didn't my home # get changed when we moved). On first impression, T looked no worse for wear. He did have swelling on his wrist and I could see a bit of light bruising. Karate was out for the afternoon, so the kiddos and I went to the bookstore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were sitting there I decided to call the pediatrician to get him an appointment for the next day. I wanted to make sure he was going to be well enough to go back to karate over the weekend (at least 3 practices). Once they heard the symptoms they asked me how I felt about getting an xray right away. How could I say no? So off we went to the imaging center that closed in less than 30 minutes. We made it in within seconds of them locking the doors. The xray was simple and as I was chatting with the tech a comment was made that it was a VERY good thing he did not go to karate. I laughed and said I would be waiting for a call from the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home with the plans of making and eating dinner. The water had not come to a boil when I got the call from the pediatrician. It was definitely broken and we needed to go to the urgent care center for a splint and referral to an orthopedist. Whew.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't that chaotic. We just kept going on with life not really making a big deal about anything. T and I took a ride to the urgent care and then we came home and had dinner. The next morning I sent him to school expecting the referralf for the orthopedist to come late in the afternoon or on Monday. The medical community actually seemed to be in more of a rush to get him in than we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is a bit frustrated that his dominant wrist is broken. However, there are very few things that it has kept him from doing. He has made two comments trying to milk the situation. "Don't you feel so bad that I broke my wrist that you'll buy me this toy?" and "My handwriting is going to be REALLY bad for 2 months, so you can't get mad at me." LOL.. He is writing, drawing, and climbing rock walls at school. He is also not wearing the blasted sling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P and I also had a consultation today about speech therapy for T. He will be evaluated here in the next few weeks and may start therapy this year and going into the next school year. It's nothing major.. P and I both had speech, so this is by no means a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... you made it through that ramble. :) Have a great afternoon. I'm off to the gastroenterologist to claim him as my doctor and follow up on my medical drama from last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I was just reminded that it's ok to let it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last wrote a real entry, I was getting ready for a trip to FL and the departure was delayed due to DH's job. We were not able to extend the trip into the next week due to a conference call with what I'll call the corporate office for DH's job(damn thing was cancelled). But, it was better that we left when we did, as things hit the fan in a major way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, who all agreed that they would take care of our kiddos while DH and I escaped to Orlando for a few days, suddenly decided they could not find a way to watch our kiddos. DH offered to take the kids but I knew he was as eager as I to get away sans children. I did the immature thing and left them there. My sister ended up having to take the day off work for her "career track" job so that my "mother" could go to work at the convenience store (this was the day I specificallly reminded her that I needed her to be free for weeks). So, I got back to sister's house and gave her a sushi kit and a gift card to the grocery store. She was beat by the stress of four kids and drama at home and I think it made her day. She never buys herself anything. That bugs me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hung out for a bit until P, T, R and I were summoned to my grandmother's for "christmas". We opened the kids gifts and our gifts and said our thanks as we were shuffled out of the house so they could go to dinner. I didn't bring the gifts we bought because that would have required the minivan instead of the sedan (double the gas). It turns out that my grandmother made snarky remarks about how much my father got for christmas versus my mother (umm.. she just got tons of clothes and money from me in the last year and he got clearance rack grandpa t-shirts (WHICH HE APPRECIATED MORE THAN SHE APPRECIATES ANYTHING).. but WHATEVER). This commenting was relayed to me the next day by my mother as I was driving home. BUT, she is not upset that I didn't get her anything.. just that her mother is trying to push us apart. I had enough and got off the phone quickly. I avoided every call from her until the next afternoon when she decided to chew me a new a$$hole. I reminded her that I have done a million trips in the last ten years, have a family that I need to take care of, and if that meant I called her in a few days instead of the minute we hit the driveway.. well she would have to deal with it. And I hung up on her and have not talked to her since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant... I really do feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was great about the trip and the last week? &lt;br /&gt;* T and R had a great time with their cousins and want to go back... today. &lt;br /&gt;* T and R spent the night with my dad.. a first!&lt;br /&gt;* P and I had a great time in Orlando and the &lt;a href="http://commerce.4adventure.com/EStore/Scripts/Skins/SWF/DiningBookNow.aspx"&gt;luau&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://seaworld.com/orlando/default.aspx"&gt;Sea World&lt;/a&gt; is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;* T has had a great week at school. I'm hoping that next 7 weeks will be just as great!&lt;br /&gt;* R is using pull-ups at night and has not gotten one wet in well over a week. I'm not buying any more .. even with great coupons.. just in case. &lt;br /&gt;* R will sleep in her bed if I go through a bedtime routine with her. &lt;br /&gt;* Beansprout is kicking up a storm!&lt;br /&gt;* P and I really reconnected even though I'm worried about my sister (and I take my worry out on him way too much).&lt;br /&gt;* My bed has clean sheets (cookies, spaghetti-o's, and anything else is banned from my room in the future)!&lt;br /&gt;* T is getting a stripe for his belt at karate today. It's his first in several months because of the issues he's been facing. I would not let him stripe test if he couldn't behave at home/school/karate. I believe he has to earn it and he did this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks will be full of medical visits. I have an appointment of my anemia lab work on Monday and a  prenatal appointment on Wednesday. The next week I meet with the hematologist. I really am making a better effort to take my iron.. but I could be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't have a name for beansprout. I had a name for T on the day he was conceived and R's was almost immediately decided after the 20 week u/s. It's been 4 weeks that we've known the gender and we have a possible first name.. but P isn't committing to it yet. I'm not completely frustrated.. just in awe that I haven't made it a mission to get a name for this little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go fold laundry and use the restroom.. again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They always seem to be delayed because DH just can't get away from work. **Disclaimer, He does have a lot on his plate now and the overtime is great due to my lack of employment.** BUT, this happens anytime we make plans that can be changed. In fact, this trip is being cut short because of his work.. I need to stop whining. I don't know when he'll be home tonight and I don't know if he'll have to go in tomorrow. Ugh, I just want to get in the car in the morning (before the sun is up) and get to FL so that I can enjoy a few days with my family before P and I head over to Orlando to celebrate our Tenth Anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T's response to Daddy having to work this weekend, "He doesn't like to go to FL with us anyway. So we'll just go without him." I wish! But, it's our tenth anniversary. If it were just the kids and I going we would have left oh.. 24 hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENTH ANNIVERSARY, TENTH ANNIVERSARY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little (LONG) list of rambles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Pictures, especially of the belly variety are lacking because the shutter button on the digital camera has popped off. Circuit City is mailing us the Warranty Repair box and it should be back in 7-10 days after they receive it. Unless it has to be replaced. I've taped it and I'm praying I can get some shots in FL and of the belly this week before I ship it off. Maybe, I should just take my SLR and use real film... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** T has had a hard time at school. He's always been a child who has difficulty with transitions and works better with one teacher who understands him than with the 4 or 5 teachers he has in the course of a week (art, PE, computer, library, substitutes). He is working on this with me at home and with the school through the counseling department. They say he's smart and mature but he is also eccentric and has ticks that are hard for all adults to understand. I have considered home schooling and private schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** R is a great 3yo when she is out with Mommy or at home with Mommy. But, if you addd in brother to an outing all HELL breaks loose. If you take Mommmy out for childless grocery shopping, she cries and screams the whole time. I love her but .. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I have been using coupons and stocking up on special deals at CVS. I think I will try Kroger instead of my beloved and VERY close to home Publix to see if I can get better deals there. They just better give away the free cookie or T and R will not be happy. I've noticed that I'm doing better at only buying items on sale or rememebering to go to CVS for prescriptions and other household items so that I can earn ECBs. I'm still learning .. but every bit helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Bean Sprout. He's still in there and kicking pretty regularly. I have used deals to stock up on 4 packs of size one diapers, 2 big packs of wipes, 3 bottles of lotions, and diaper cream. I also gave in and bought him two outfits last night. I need to start washing and sorting the clothes we do have. That is a scary mountain of clothes to go through... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I run Riley (big goofy dog who likes to escape) to the kennel and take P a mocha, I'll go through a few bins. My brother needs baby girl clothes for his little one due in May and there's no time like the present to get started. DH can help me with the kitchen when he gets home. :) OK, I'll do it when I get home. I need coffee too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15473702-6140349120288714284?l=changingtoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changingtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6140349120288714284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15473702&amp;postID=6140349120288714284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473702/posts/default/6140349120288714284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15473702/posts/default/6140349120288714284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changingtoday.blogspot.com/2008/03/productivity-at-its-finest.html' title='Productivity at it&apos;s finest'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07339225213128682129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15473702.post-305415626521629100</id><published>2008-02-29T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:55:14.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planning'/><title type='text'>Life in slow motion</title><content type='html'>Things are changing around here so much that I feel like I'm standing still and just ca't get going. The events of the last few weeks have been dreams come true. However, they happened in a sequence that baffles me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened is that we moved into our house. Yes, there are more challenges than we expected. What's life without a few curveballs, right? We knew that I wanted to get out of my job. I had promised DH that I would stay until we made a couple of mortgage payments. Events at the job changed that rather quickly. In the end, leaving the job this soon is better for the family, if not for our finances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are sitting here with some money in the bank and a nice tax return on the way. But, do we set it aside and use it to buffer where my income would have been or do we pay off debts that we have? Agh! I don't want to delve to deeply into my finances because I know I will be frustrated beyond belief. Can I pay someone to take a look at my mess of book keeping and tell me what to do? DH loves to play dig my head in the sand. I've unfortunately fallen into this trap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, we are still reasonably secure. I know that DH won't get a pink check tomorrow. I know that we have a car payment that will be gone in as little as 6 months. I know that the house in VA will sell EVENTUALLY or it will become a great investment property for the longterm. It's the now that I don't know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've over committed myself and DH. We are going to FL for spring break and our 10 year anniversary. Most of it will be spent with family and we will not have to pay out. We are going to take a few days of adult time and go over to Orlando to celebrate our anniversary. We aren't going to spend a ton there.. but it is an expense that I know we don't have to take. Why take it? T and R are desperate to get back to FL and see their cousins/grandparents/aunts/uncles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have this bundle of joy on the way and we have to get a new travel system. I am trying to get a bargain price for a product that I will be happy with. That is the only large baby gear item we need. Then there is the living room/dining room downstairs. It's empty.. DH feels like he needs to buy the furniture now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is making me crazy. I'm a little more relieved to get it on screen. Now, I need to make a plan of attack and stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Is it too much to ask for? I know I'm crazy to think it or even say it out loud. The hillarious part of this is that a "day off" will equal tons of housework. I just need one day to stay at home with no where to go. When I got to Alabama, I couldn't stand staying in the apartment and now all I want is a lazy day where I can take my time cleaning and not feel like crap for not getting everything done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I completed a 5k? It was three weeks ago and I still have trouble believing it. I have a few notes for next time: stretch my whole body not just my legs (I did something to my neck on the run), take the whole weekend so my body can recover, and take T with me so that I have motivation (ran with friend and her son and whenever one of us walked for too long we raced each other to a stop sign or car). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else? R has some mysterious GI issue. There is vomiting and diarrhea. It is simultanious some days and then there a a few days of quiet only to have her puke in the grocery store (sorry, butcher dude) and then a few days later she will have diarrhea and get a rash. We have taken possible allergens out of her diet (let me tell you it's no fun taking milk out of her diet.. it's in everything) and she will see the GI doc on Dec 11th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is doing awesome at school and he will be testing for the little dragon yellow belt at the end of the month. He has also been accepted into Master's training. Unfortunately, he has cold symptoms that are going on their second week with medication. I bet he'll see the pediatrician next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the paying job goes, I chose to stay at the part time level and not seek a leadership position at this time. I had the opportunity to be a Mom as a full-time job and I love it. Yes, I keep my kids in activities that have me leave the house at least once a day. Next year I will plan better.. but for now there is nothing better than seeing a child walk out of class and say "Mommy, I did it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I almost forgot. This is cycle day 25 and 8 days after my hcg injection. I will be able to test at the doctors office on the 19th. I'm sure I'll crack on the 17th and take a pregnancy test. I'm a bit nervous because this cycle included follistim instead of repronex and femara instead of clomid.. oh and he (RE.. Dr H) also doesn't believe in progesterone support immediately after the hcg or starting on cd 21. He follows the school of thought that a good ovulation is indicative of a healthy pregnancy and progesterone support won't make a difference on the viability of a pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, that was a run on sentence and I don't care to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is what is on my agenda this week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week: Prepare for T's 6th birthday party (stuff goodie bags and shop for presents). Organize luncheon for teachers at T's school and work on PTA website. Do you have ideas that would make it rock? 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I was proud to write this letter and remember how far he has come. I was looking for a picture to add to the letter when I stumbled across this picture. The little guy came into the world interested in everything going on around him and he continues that tradition. I know he will succeed in kindergarten and anything he puts his mind to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the letter.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. W:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for requesting special information about your students this year. We hope you enjoy reading this introduction to T. &lt;br /&gt;T was born in ***,Va on November 23, 2001. He started preschool at one year old and was fast to make friends with everyone he came into contact with. He is a protective older brother to R, who will be three years old on November 3rd, even though he thinks sisters are mean. He wants a big brother and a baby brother. Our family pets are staying in Missouri with his grandmother while our house is being built. There is Jessabelle, a cranky ten year-old cat, and Riley, a hyper two year-old german shepherd. &lt;br /&gt;T loves to learn. He has an inquisitive nature and is able to retain much of the information that we give him (this keeps me on my toes to ensure accurate responses). Thomas chose to be a paleontologist at his preschool graduation. He also loves to draw and we are encouraging this by explaining that paleontologists need to know more than dinosaur facts. We have nurtured his interests with books, DVDs, and trips to natural history museums. The future paleontologist loves to learn how and why anything works. He is currently trying to understand time zones. He loves writing his friend Trist@n e-mails and doing science experiments. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that starting school will help him feel more at home here in Alabama. T is ready to go back to Virginia and his preschool. We are working with him to understand why we made the move and that there is no possibility of moving back to Virginia. We encourage him to write and call his friends and we have not ruled out trips to visit once we are settled here. &lt;br /&gt;He was very successful this last year as he learned to write his first name, recite his address and phone number (in Virginia), grasped basic addition and subtraction, and became a talented artist. He improved his comprehension of personal space a lot during the last school year (however, this summer has been emotional and I fear there is some regression). T is Mr. Cuddly; he thinks that he needs to hug or touch someone when he is insecure, happy, sad, or excited. &lt;br /&gt;T is quite active and can get excited at times. He is pretty good at getting the “bugs out” when you remind him that he needs to settle down. Sometimes I have to suggest that he do a quick jog in place or squirmy dance to calm down. We are swimming frequently and he will be tumbling at Tumbleb**s. Hopefully the activities in and out of school along with plenty of rest at night will present you with a calm boy who is eager to learn.  &lt;br /&gt;We are eager to be an active part of your classroom. Please, let us know if there is anything we can do in or out of the classroom to be of assistance.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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R and I will join him as he attends his kindergarten openhouse today. We will meet with the teachers, take a peek at the school and his classroom, and sign up for activities (before and after care, at least). We will try to make a good impression (the kids better get a nap before we head out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will pack his lunch in a new transformers lunch box. I believe we have all the required supplies to pack this lunch. I wonder if I will cry as I pack his lunch and holler at him to get ready. I know I will take a ton of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is going to school. It seems like yesterday I thought I would never have a child. Here I am with two beautiful and smart children. My eldest is going into kindergarten and my youngest is so tall and talks up a storm. She'll be THREE in November! Oh my heart hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways I am so ready to have the next baby. However, life has thrown us a few curve balls. The move is taking a bit (ok, six months) longer than we had expected. There will be a lot of physical activity that I may not be able to do if I were six months pregnant. This is also in addition to the fact that we decided that I have to get a job. So any additional children (via fertility treatment)will have to wait unless we spontaniously conceive (it could happen.. maybe)or next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;********&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P took Friday and today off to work on the house in VA. He wants me to go back and do some more (the electrician needs to come by too) later this week. I'll do it because it will just be me and R. We can get the projects done in the morning and visit our friends in the afternoon. I hope to have a job offer before I leave. If I do, GREAT! If not, I will be out pounding the pavement looking for a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P bought a paint sprayer and painted over all the color (buyers like white.. whatever) in the house and put a fresh coat in the other rooms. He was sad to paint the kids rooms, because it was like wiping away our life from the house. A buyer who came by yesterday was happy to hear we were painting the rooms white. He'll admit it looks a lot "cleaner", a fresh canvas for a buyer, but it was so pretty and a lot of work to get it the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty good these days. My brief stay in the hospital was a wake up call to take my supplements regularly (no matter what life throws at me). It will take close to three months to feel "normal" even with the iron transfusion and extra large doses of iron at home. My family is afraid that I am over doing it and I am sure they will be mad to hear that I am going back to VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working hard to incorporate more ACTIVities for the kids and myself. We are swimming every other day and walking too. I have a sparkpage that is helping me keep track of my intake, fitness goals, and personal goals. The kids are also starting tumbling this Wednesday. I may try the gym in the same building... hmm.. a yoga class maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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'bama style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrPuRNWw39I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qZRXM4Qdmgg/s1600-h/June-July+07+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="T and P waiting for the parade" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="T and P waiting for the parade" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrPuRNWw39I/AAAAAAAAAJo/qZRXM4Qdmgg/s200/June-July+07+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrPuRtWw3-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DEwj-iDN-hE/s1600-h/June-July+07+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="R and I, no we did not buy the princess mouse ears." style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="R and I, no we did not buy the princess mouse ears." src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrPuRtWw3-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DEwj-iDN-hE/s200/June-July+07+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, these are a couple of the Disney photos I promised forever ago. Just because the wireless internet is free doesn't mean it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****************************************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made it to August in Alabama. P has been here almost two months. He seems to really enjoy his new job, especially the one hour lunch option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the housing front we moved into an apartment on Wednesday (do you know how hard it is to get a 6 month lease?). We signed a contract to build a house a week before (I had to make a quick trip to Florida to get T). The house(I am hoping to get the floor plan scanned and online this weekend is twice the size of our VA house and it's in the school district P demanded his children attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do some fast planning this week to ensure T could attend kindergarten. This is not to mention the fact that we wanted (and were approved) to have him attend the school where the house is... not where the apartment is. This will be easier on him when we move into the house in February ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide (well the fact that we got the BIG house helped) to get a real job. The interview process is almost complete and I am in the final two. I should hear a decision by Tuesday. Gah, I need that job (I bought HE Frontload washer and dryer last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started sparkpeople yesterday and I wish I knew about it when I was trying to loose weight. It is still helping me track my intake and fitness levels to maintain the weight and ensure I eat enough protein and drink my water. My only caveat is that the site is addictive. It's a good thing there is no TV here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals on SP is to list three postive things each day:&lt;br /&gt;1- P went to VA for the weekend to paint the house and get the last of the stuff (I thankfully did not have to go because of T's open house)&lt;br /&gt;2- My babies are here in 'bama with me&lt;br /&gt;3- The kids and I went for a nice walk this evening and a swim yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with this photo.. When a girl can have anything she wants, this is what she chooses. Notice the full cup of chocolate milk cast to the side? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrP3F9Ww3_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CgGiDMmPPa8/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xP8SsrYlPI/RrP3F9Ww3_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CgGiDMmPPa8/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" alt="My coffee!"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094687285227610098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Can you feel my pain? 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