<?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-18572348</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:18:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weight of Days</title><subtitle type='html'>"For anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful."

Albert Camus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2877417610807374151</id><published>2010-07-31T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:25:57.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Rushmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpJInA5mI/AAAAAAAABB4/Z5i-P7xJxNg/s1600/IMGP6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpJInA5mI/AAAAAAAABB4/Z5i-P7xJxNg/s400/IMGP6073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277388065433186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpIjCDn1I/AAAAAAAABBw/Jltbwt4DWdc/s1600/IMGP5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpIjCDn1I/AAAAAAAABBw/Jltbwt4DWdc/s400/IMGP5977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277377978310482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpIA6tLII/AAAAAAAABBo/zsncfzTRCrI/s1600/IMGP6072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpIA6tLII/AAAAAAAABBo/zsncfzTRCrI/s400/IMGP6072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277368820673666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpGwXvajI/AAAAAAAABBg/mGQRti4FAJg/s1600/IMGP5923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpGwXvajI/AAAAAAAABBg/mGQRti4FAJg/s400/IMGP5923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277347199183410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpGhozyZI/AAAAAAAABBY/aO0j_gY51_A/s1600/IMGP6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpGhozyZI/AAAAAAAABBY/aO0j_gY51_A/s400/IMGP6028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277343244241298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnwTHyFlI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EdfwuDe44Kk/s1600/IMGP6059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnwTHyFlI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EdfwuDe44Kk/s400/IMGP6059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500275861878871634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This was the last view we saw of the presidents as we were leaving this morning.  That moon was perfectly placed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnv4aesqI/AAAAAAAABBI/4y7dgwvQeWY/s1600/IMGP6065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnv4aesqI/AAAAAAAABBI/4y7dgwvQeWY/s400/IMGP6065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500275854709535394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnvRcjPMI/AAAAAAAABBA/bQuI5F41lY8/s1600/IMGP5932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnvRcjPMI/AAAAAAAABBA/bQuI5F41lY8/s400/IMGP5932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500275844249238722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(All the state flags are here in this walkway...I took Mom's photo in front of Kansas and the kids' photos in front of Colorado.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnu_I79rI/AAAAAAAABA4/FuWhcDLKvNc/s1600/IMGP5925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnu_I79rI/AAAAAAAABA4/FuWhcDLKvNc/s400/IMGP5925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500275839335134898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I only took this photo because I SO want to move to Montana.  *sigh*  Maybe someday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnurUGMNI/AAAAAAAABAw/oQtBcrcq5y4/s1600/IMGP5908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTnurUGMNI/AAAAAAAABAw/oQtBcrcq5y4/s400/IMGP5908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500275834013233362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I dragged Mom on a 10 hour drive up to Mount Rushmore and it was worth every second in the car!  I was stunned at how incredibly stellar the views were on the drive itself and the monument was a worthy goal.  As you can see by some of these photos, the kids had a great time and so did Mom and I.  Now it is painfully clear to me that you can't have a road trip without someone (Kiki) puking in the car and a nasty buffet breakfast.  But, again, totally worth it.  The kids and I already decided that next summer we're renting an RV and going up to the Badlands and then maybe back up to Rushmore.  There was so much to do there that really we could've stayed a week.  What do I most regret?  Not going to Bear Country USA...I am NOT missing that next summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2877417610807374151?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2877417610807374151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2877417610807374151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2877417610807374151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2877417610807374151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/mount-rushmore.html' title='Mount Rushmore'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TFTpJInA5mI/AAAAAAAABB4/Z5i-P7xJxNg/s72-c/IMGP6073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2892446831063323973</id><published>2010-07-15T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:32:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Sky Ride at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKrJ0xDvI/AAAAAAAABAg/fji1nbuzx74/s1600/IMGP5812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKrJ0xDvI/AAAAAAAABAg/fji1nbuzx74/s400/IMGP5812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810656763449074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKqpVsgcI/AAAAAAAABAY/HLtC9vgZoFE/s1600/IMGP5798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKqpVsgcI/AAAAAAAABAY/HLtC9vgZoFE/s400/IMGP5798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810648043192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKmBoRs0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/VoRJDtMa9pk/s1600/IMGP5799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKmBoRs0I/AAAAAAAABAQ/VoRJDtMa9pk/s400/IMGP5799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810568664232770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKlvqx3QI/AAAAAAAABAI/DR4MOUutCfI/s1600/IMGP5796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKlvqx3QI/AAAAAAAABAI/DR4MOUutCfI/s400/IMGP5796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810563842891010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKkxdCd8I/AAAAAAAABAA/VN4rfpP-BW8/s1600/IMGP5797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKkxdCd8I/AAAAAAAABAA/VN4rfpP-BW8/s400/IMGP5797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810547142260674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are seriously hardcore: no ropes, no beaners, no rappelling!  And it was a ball!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2892446831063323973?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2892446831063323973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2892446831063323973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2892446831063323973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2892446831063323973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/mountain-sky-ride-at-zoo.html' title='Mountain Sky Ride at the Zoo'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TEUKrJ0xDvI/AAAAAAAABAg/fji1nbuzx74/s72-c/IMGP5812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4283900279156224309</id><published>2010-07-09T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:15:42.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrat Lincoln Cameron and Bross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TESyPSiuFbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/SA-LC13Lr2g/s1600/IMGP5851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TESyOU3hTkI/AAAAAAAAA9I/2dXxNKbYfao/s400/IMGP5840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495713404488339010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TESyNvrjpRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/mOYtWY5zTGw/s1600/IMGP5830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TESyNvrjpRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/mOYtWY5zTGw/s400/IMGP5830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495713394506048786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4283900279156224309?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4283900279156224309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4283900279156224309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4283900279156224309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4283900279156224309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/democrat-lincoln-cameron-and-bross.html' title='Democrat Lincoln Cameron and Bross'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TESyPSiuFbI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/SA-LC13Lr2g/s72-c/IMGP5851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-3916883691559595125</id><published>2010-07-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:40:59.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Oranje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TDdfFHJUpLI/AAAAAAAAA84/bYqxPyqjwwg/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-09+at+11.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TDdfFHJUpLI/AAAAAAAAA84/bYqxPyqjwwg/s400/Photo+on+2010-07-09+at+11.38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491962812023743666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-3916883691559595125?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3916883691559595125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=3916883691559595125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3916883691559595125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3916883691559595125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-of-oranje.html' title='House of Oranje'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/TDdfFHJUpLI/AAAAAAAAA84/bYqxPyqjwwg/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-09+at+11.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1197212501249282483</id><published>2010-01-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:15:35.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day in Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EujQenLhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wi6svm9I70Y/s1600-h/IMGP5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EujQenLhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wi6svm9I70Y/s400/IMGP5455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427170209211821586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EuinwRQRI/AAAAAAAAA64/njXYUnXfEEA/s1600-h/IMGP5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EuinwRQRI/AAAAAAAAA64/njXYUnXfEEA/s400/IMGP5449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427170198280028434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EuiLPuR_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/G6W8nLLFDrY/s1600-h/IMGP5465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EuiLPuR_I/AAAAAAAAA6w/G6W8nLLFDrY/s400/IMGP5465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427170190627325938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1Euhu6X8jI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZxDufZSxcC4/s1600-h/IMGP5462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1Euhu6X8jI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZxDufZSxcC4/s400/IMGP5462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427170183021589042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wine Country...and gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, what I really wanted to do on my way home was drive through Vegas just so I could say I saw it but I had some car issues.  Scratching my road trip home hurt my feelings more than anything but I was amazingly calm and serene about the whole affair.  Hmmmm.  Must've been due to a weeks vacation!  But, if you must leave California, then an airplane is one way to go.  In the end, I flew out of Burbank and I missed seeing my friend and her new twins.  That might be my biggest regret.  I really didn't want to drive LA at night (I know, I'm a wuss) and I was truly exhausted from the week's activities.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can tell you that I am so glad I went and even more glad I went alone.  Okay all you mommies out there....go vacationing alone!  Trust me!  You all know what a social butterfly I am (and I did meet some great people) and I was still completely happy alone.  I also have to say that I only watched 1 hour of TV in the entire week, and that is a lot for me!  I am now home, refreshed, and much more patient with my kiddos.  I even feel like cooking and cleaning again!  Life is good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my next trip will be to Mexico and include a stop in Vegas.  I would really love to see it but you'll have to hold my credit card for me.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1197212501249282483?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1197212501249282483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1197212501249282483' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1197212501249282483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1197212501249282483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-day-in-cali.html' title='The Last Day in Cali'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S1EujQenLhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/wi6svm9I70Y/s72-c/IMGP5455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1743059641953702913</id><published>2010-01-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:02:34.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: The Monterey Bay Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Ft5zmQxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/qeg0zVIqu-U/s1600-h/IMGP5435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Ft5zmQxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/qeg0zVIqu-U/s400/IMGP5435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426069780964983570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FtJy6haI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/JrIMsPf36wo/s1600-h/IMGP5378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FtJy6haI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/JrIMsPf36wo/s400/IMGP5378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426069768077215138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Fsz899qI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/W2LLqlPEfLk/s1600-h/IMGP5402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Fsz899qI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/W2LLqlPEfLk/s400/IMGP5402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426069762213803682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FsbOLzLI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wzG9MRy3Ffw/s1600-h/IMGP5401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FsbOLzLI/AAAAAAAAA6I/wzG9MRy3Ffw/s400/IMGP5401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426069755575127218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FrheDLwI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Y1fJDR-4cyc/s1600-h/IMGP5395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01FrheDLwI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Y1fJDR-4cyc/s400/IMGP5395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426069740072414978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CzSjuhPI/AAAAAAAAA54/1e3bgMZKXfY/s1600-h/IMGP5381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CzSjuhPI/AAAAAAAAA54/1e3bgMZKXfY/s400/IMGP5381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426066574973764850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea Dragons--how cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CykFrXSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/TxLUShns8r4/s1600-h/IMGP5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CykFrXSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/TxLUShns8r4/s400/IMGP5365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426066562499697954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hypnotic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CyYkH2RI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cB9JyH0936Y/s1600-h/IMGP5347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CyYkH2RI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cB9JyH0936Y/s400/IMGP5347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426066559406168338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Cxk9UlmI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ekbvodcJcmc/s1600-h/IMGP5338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Cxk9UlmI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ekbvodcJcmc/s400/IMGP5338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426066545553217122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CxGGAstI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/p3zGOO00UkM/s1600-h/IMGP5336.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01CxGGAstI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/p3zGOO00UkM/s400/IMGP5336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426066537268163282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you hadn't already figured it out, I am a nerd.  I go on, and get really excited about, nature hikes with strangers and take tons of photos of mushrooms (be glad you were spared most of them).  I also go to zoos and aquariums no matter if I have my kids with me or not.  There is nothing like seeing all of God's creation in the wild and in humane zoos.  The MBA was one of the most incredible aquariums I've ever been to (Dallas' was better only because of the tunnel).  I spent hours there looking at the incredible creatures.  To be totally honest, I sat down in front of the deep sea tank and called my kids because they would've loved it.  My favorite marine creatures?  The bat rays and the jelly fish.  The jelly fish hypnotized me and the bat rays ate out of my hands.  What could've been better than that?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: do you know what I'm looking at right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karis: no, mama, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: I'm looking at a hammerhead shark and schools of small fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karis: I'm looking at a HUGE penny.  You won't believe the size of this penny, Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids were at the Denver Mint while I was at the Aquarium.  Somehow it seemed very fitting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1743059641953702913?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1743059641953702913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1743059641953702913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1743059641953702913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1743059641953702913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5-monterey-bay-aquarium.html' title='Day 5: The Monterey Bay Aquarium'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S01Ft5zmQxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/qeg0zVIqu-U/s72-c/IMGP5435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7747736498416970848</id><published>2010-01-05T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:51:09.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: The Fishing Man's Wharf and Highway 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0z4ncQrSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qXi4SnPK8xw/s1600-h/IMGP5311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0z4ncQrSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qXi4SnPK8xw/s400/IMGP5311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425985007559330386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0z4ms_8XMI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9vu80XoEvbg/s1600-h/IMGP5312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0z4ms_8XMI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9vu80XoEvbg/s400/IMGP5312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425984994872679618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zwbqE2UMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/1HbIYFbe_qc/s1600-h/IMGP5293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zwadZaQsI/AAAAAAAAA4o/HNacnN6utXo/s400/IMGP5304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425975988433076930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zwZ7-CtLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/vsWGAC611rA/s1600-h/IMGP5300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zwZ7-CtLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/vsWGAC611rA/s400/IMGP5300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425975979459916978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7747736498416970848?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7747736498416970848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7747736498416970848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7747736498416970848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7747736498416970848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4-fishing-mans-wharf-and-highway-1.html' title='Day 4: The Fishing Man&apos;s Wharf and Highway 1'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0z4ncQrSlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/qXi4SnPK8xw/s72-c/IMGP5311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1409146860671316245</id><published>2010-01-04T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:45:05.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Fisherman's Wharf and Mount Tamalpais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsKgmHjkI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jPG0q76G0XM/s1600-h/IMGP5258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsKgmHjkI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jPG0q76G0XM/s400/IMGP5258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425971316367265346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsKCyD3QI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zNMPP2fLyf4/s1600-h/IMGP5267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsKCyD3QI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zNMPP2fLyf4/s400/IMGP5267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425971308364291330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsJyJH3PI/AAAAAAAAA4I/eos6ReFgud8/s1600-h/IMGP5233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsJyJH3PI/AAAAAAAAA4I/eos6ReFgud8/s400/IMGP5233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425971303897619698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are photos from Mount Tamalpais.  I have to first tell you that I took so many photos of this area, most of them hazy, but all lovely.  These are a few of my favorites but so many were amazing.  I could've sat in that area and just read books all day long.  That tree represents one of my favorite places of all time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq65acaUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2d14v7ccsHw/s1600-h/IMGP5227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq65acaUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/2d14v7ccsHw/s400/IMGP5227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969948639652162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq6aoRnPI/AAAAAAAAA34/v3T9bP5hUWc/s1600-h/IMGP5230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq6aoRnPI/AAAAAAAAA34/v3T9bP5hUWc/s400/IMGP5230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969940376165618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq59oKA3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/aum7vTskr3o/s1600-h/IMGP5208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq59oKA3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/aum7vTskr3o/s400/IMGP5208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969932591039346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq5jacL1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z5Cbessa2A0/s1600-h/IMGP5189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq5jacL1I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z5Cbessa2A0/s400/IMGP5189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969925554188114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq4whsJVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pbagc3iCXaE/s1600-h/IMGP5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zq4whsJVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pbagc3iCXaE/s400/IMGP5187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969911894386002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I knocked out the obligatory Bay tour by boat.  I have to say that while I really didn't want to get back into town--the country suits me so much better--I was so thankful I didn't blow off my tour of the Bay.  It was a hazy day in San Francisco so I didn't get the photos I really wanted but I was incredibly impressed nonetheless.  The Golden Gate bridge is an incredible sight to behold.  The first drive across it I wanted to jump out and just walk the span.  Here is the problem: fisherman's wharf was MUCH better the next day and if I'd known that I might've skipped my boat ride...but it's all unpredictable when I go on adventures alone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1409146860671316245?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1409146860671316245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1409146860671316245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1409146860671316245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1409146860671316245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-3-fishermans-wharf-and-mount.html' title='Day 3: Fisherman&apos;s Wharf and Mount Tamalpais'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0zsKgmHjkI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jPG0q76G0XM/s72-c/IMGP5258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8253514408814751323</id><published>2010-01-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:40:20.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Point Reyes Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vvFAbHA5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UT6z8nDoRzo/s1600-h/IMGP5162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vvFAbHA5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UT6z8nDoRzo/s400/IMGP5162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425693045389984658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vvES0ZTDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/t3FE1b4WHqk/s1600-h/IMGP5160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vvES0ZTDI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/t3FE1b4WHqk/s400/IMGP5160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425693033148009522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vt0WdJeFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nUpj0D1dDp8/s1600-h/IMGP5154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vt0WdJeFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nUpj0D1dDp8/s400/IMGP5154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691659734710354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtz5UVNrI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tNGogSON5Gg/s1600-h/IMGP5153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtz5UVNrI/AAAAAAAAA3A/tNGogSON5Gg/s400/IMGP5153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691651913103026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtzsOXLQI/AAAAAAAAA24/M5A0O2-Cslg/s1600-h/IMGP5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtzsOXLQI/AAAAAAAAA24/M5A0O2-Cslg/s400/IMGP5149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691648398404866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vty6g9khI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hpgkj1xTxz8/s1600-h/IMGP5148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vty6g9khI/AAAAAAAAA2w/hpgkj1xTxz8/s400/IMGP5148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691635054645778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtyvXB2OI/AAAAAAAAA2o/aidAhg9NMtk/s1600-h/IMGP5145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vtyvXB2OI/AAAAAAAAA2o/aidAhg9NMtk/s400/IMGP5145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691632060192994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church on Sunday I drove all the way around the little bay I was in and landed at Point Reyes Lighthouse.  One of the few things I regret on this little excursion was not getting an earlier start to my trip.  I should have stopped at North Beach and South Beach also but it was getting dark by the time I was done with my excellent tour and I didn't want to drive "home" after dark.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, however, the lighthouse was an incredible thing to behold.  Or rather, the views from the lighthouse were incredible to behold.  I am embarrassed to say, however, that after doing the incline all summer long and climbing the 14ers, I *still* had to stop and rest in the middle of the huge staircase leading to the lighthouse itself.  Of course, I blamed it on all the amazing photo opportunities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A last little factoid: I sat next to Ken Patrick's wife on the plane ride from DIA to California. She was such an interesting and amazing woman that I almost just went home with her and spent the week at her house.  In retrospect I am glad I didn't but on the other hand, she would've been amazing company for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8253514408814751323?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8253514408814751323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8253514408814751323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8253514408814751323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8253514408814751323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2-point-reyes-lighthouse.html' title='Day 2: Point Reyes Lighthouse'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vvFAbHA5I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/UT6z8nDoRzo/s72-c/IMGP5162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-416601408500801258</id><published>2010-01-03T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:25:33.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Morning walks on Agate Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrlIgR_OI/AAAAAAAAA2g/_kcBeGz_iY8/s1600-h/IMGP5174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrlIgR_OI/AAAAAAAAA2g/_kcBeGz_iY8/s400/IMGP5174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689199268461794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrkmau5BI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/eFPhihPqhrQ/s1600-h/IMGP5173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrkmau5BI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/eFPhihPqhrQ/s400/IMGP5173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689190118384658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrkO3o5yI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/lGgya3meGAA/s1600-h/IMGP5172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrkO3o5yI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/lGgya3meGAA/s400/IMGP5172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689183797176098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrjiEt2pI/AAAAAAAAA2I/EgnTR-npUJc/s1600-h/IMGP5171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrjiEt2pI/AAAAAAAAA2I/EgnTR-npUJc/s400/IMGP5171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689171772430994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrjETvyxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u8j3947E99w/s1600-h/IMGP5170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrjETvyxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u8j3947E99w/s400/IMGP5170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425689163782408978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpg3FtPVI/AAAAAAAAA14/qi-gKG5tQaE/s1600-h/IMGP5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpg3FtPVI/AAAAAAAAA14/qi-gKG5tQaE/s400/IMGP5144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686926850866514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpgQOEqZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/JTwXqam84ao/s1600-h/IMGP5143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpgQOEqZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/JTwXqam84ao/s400/IMGP5143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686916416973202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpf8IYSEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/O-o6Nu5p9EY/s1600-h/IMGP5141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpf8IYSEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/O-o6Nu5p9EY/s400/IMGP5141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686911024384066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpfZpAzXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TNa25f9ICC0/s1600-h/IMGP5138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpfZpAzXI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TNa25f9ICC0/s400/IMGP5138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686901766016370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpe-ZtUdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Bm5ziUdlBMM/s1600-h/IMGP5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vpe-ZtUdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Bm5ziUdlBMM/s400/IMGP5137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686894454067666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a lot of walks on this beach early in the morning because I was awake, it was incredibly beautiful, and because it was completely deserted.  How could I pass that up?  You know I'm a well trained mommy because I took some photos of interest for my little 7 year old son...I'm sure you can figure out which ones they are.  The most amazing thing about this beach (besides being deserted) is that ocean wildlife is abundant here.  I could have spent the day just looking at all the little creatures in that area.  I am sure I missed many, too, because I didn't have the proper light to see them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-416601408500801258?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/416601408500801258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=416601408500801258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/416601408500801258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/416601408500801258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-2-morning-walks-on-agate-beach.html' title='Day 2: Morning walks on Agate Beach'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vrlIgR_OI/AAAAAAAAA2g/_kcBeGz_iY8/s72-c/IMGP5174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6482766564398956653</id><published>2010-01-02T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:05:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Day 1: Dipsea Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vISnlK1CI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/n3jJM7VPAZw/s1600-h/IMGP5127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vISnlK1CI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/n3jJM7VPAZw/s400/IMGP5127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425650398285976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vISU_p55I/AAAAAAAAA1I/xHcCj2JpXtc/s1600-h/IMGP5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vISU_p55I/AAAAAAAAA1I/xHcCj2JpXtc/s400/IMGP5124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425650393296791442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBUjwdjVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RlcWKHbEtKo/s1600-h/IMGP5113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBUjwdjVI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RlcWKHbEtKo/s400/IMGP5113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425642735037943122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBUL5TYRI/AAAAAAAAA04/UR7PTN8F-xY/s1600-h/IMGP5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBUL5TYRI/AAAAAAAAA04/UR7PTN8F-xY/s400/IMGP5106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425642728632574226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBT2rLOCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/kPlUhWbwJJg/s1600-h/IMGP5105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBT2rLOCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/kPlUhWbwJJg/s400/IMGP5105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425642722936174626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBTCvtjyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/iaxEKdO_lcQ/s1600-h/IMGP5103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBTCvtjyI/AAAAAAAAA0o/iaxEKdO_lcQ/s400/IMGP5103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425642708996558626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBSwsPr7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/mmNRG8POcmE/s1600-h/IMGP5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vBSwsPr7I/AAAAAAAAA0g/mmNRG8POcmE/s400/IMGP5095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425642704150179762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day I flew into California I went hiking as soon as I could find a trail.  While on the hike I came across a group of families on a nature hike; two of the husbands were naturalists for a family camp in Yosemite.  As a group they were on a mushroom hunt and we found some really great shrooms.  I couldn't have found a better thing to do for my day in Northern California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6482766564398956653?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6482766564398956653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6482766564398956653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6482766564398956653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6482766564398956653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2010/01/california-day-1-dipsea-trail.html' title='California Day 1: Dipsea Trail'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/S0vISnlK1CI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/n3jJM7VPAZw/s72-c/IMGP5127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5467020258542081230</id><published>2009-10-07T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:11:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0gLcuILKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fpK1N0iTKP0/s1600-h/IMGP4781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0gLcuILKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fpK1N0iTKP0/s400/IMGP4781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389999710092668066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0fmYBp83I/AAAAAAAAA0M/yEKZHHoQMH8/s1600-h/IMGP4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0fmYBp83I/AAAAAAAAA0M/yEKZHHoQMH8/s400/IMGP4779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389999073177236338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My auntie and my mom and I took the kids to the pumpkin patch today and we had a ball. It was a really great time. I have the best family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0fl0y8F_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Khhdxkh2C-k/s1600-h/IMGP4801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0fl0y8F_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Khhdxkh2C-k/s400/IMGP4801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389999063720269810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0flWUhigI/AAAAAAAAAz8/kEObzH0CO_U/s1600-h/IMGP4799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0flWUhigI/AAAAAAAAAz8/kEObzH0CO_U/s400/IMGP4799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389999055539636738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5467020258542081230?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5467020258542081230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5467020258542081230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5467020258542081230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5467020258542081230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ss0gLcuILKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/fpK1N0iTKP0/s72-c/IMGP4781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7288615386345530882</id><published>2009-10-05T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:20:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Bierstadt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLTDTOLPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/oHTjQ8E8U6g/s1600-h/IMGP4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLTDTOLPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/oHTjQ8E8U6g/s400/IMGP4769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389273063521922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLSr98YGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aYChfyutH10/s1600-h/IMGP4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLSr98YGI/AAAAAAAAAzs/aYChfyutH10/s400/IMGP4772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389273057258659938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLSPwKhhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4nfK5yYXBpQ/s1600-h/IMGP4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLSPwKhhI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4nfK5yYXBpQ/s400/IMGP4763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389273049684674066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLRWsHGlI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dI1j1tyySGU/s1600-h/IMGP4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLRWsHGlI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dI1j1tyySGU/s400/IMGP4756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389273034366851666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLQz5HYqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WXI4ci54isM/s1600-h/IMGP4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLQz5HYqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/WXI4ci54isM/s400/IMGP4748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389273025026155170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to report that I've done 4 fourteeners this summer and I can't tell you all how happy I am about it.  This was the first one I did alone but as you can tell I made friends.  In fact, I call them "Facebook" friends because we are now all on Facebook together.  The things technology gives us.  This is also the very first time I was with 11 people in a 5 passenger car.  It was great.  I've really had the best climbs this summer.  And I will brag a little: I stayed up with the "fast group."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7288615386345530882?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7288615386345530882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7288615386345530882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7288615386345530882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7288615386345530882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/10/mount-bierstadt.html' title='Mount Bierstadt'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SsqLTDTOLPI/AAAAAAAAAz0/oHTjQ8E8U6g/s72-c/IMGP4769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-9096649778569626228</id><published>2009-09-12T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:27:53.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grays and Torries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabK3H2OGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/09DlC1t4o9E/s1600-h/IMG_7429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabK3H2OGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/09DlC1t4o9E/s400/IMG_7429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383661015465867362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabKrjhkoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jfQBatygQmI/s1600-h/6415_521844178300_37903990_30898913_2900642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabKrjhkoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jfQBatygQmI/s400/6415_521844178300_37903990_30898913_2900642_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383661012360729218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabKOKeO7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/d3KT9E0Zxow/s1600-h/IMG_7411-7412_pano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabKOKeO7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/d3KT9E0Zxow/s400/IMG_7411-7412_pano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383661004471024562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first ever Class III route and I was scared to death for about 5 minutes out of the day.  And I walked away exhausted--the boys now know what it takes to get me to shut up and, I'm sorry to say, that it takes quite a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing and I can say that now on this side of the ridge.  Ben was our fearless leader and he was great.  I appreciated his patience.  Phillip, bless him, walked behind me on the entire trip and he was a great encourager.  I called him Samwise but I think he preferred Gandolf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thrilled to say that Ben and Phillip have honored me enough to invite me back for another Class III route and 2 more 14-ers on October 3rd.  Anyone dying to babysit?  I hope to make this summer a 5-Fourteener summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-9096649778569626228?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9096649778569626228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=9096649778569626228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9096649778569626228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9096649778569626228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/09/grays-and-torries_20.html' title='Grays and Torries'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SrabK3H2OGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/09DlC1t4o9E/s72-c/IMG_7429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6789472255268873717</id><published>2009-07-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:29:33.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Sm5-dWqHQOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eaDB6r0XdE0/s1600-h/4977_1194444423800_1309125426_566753_1209757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Sm5-dWqHQOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eaDB6r0XdE0/s400/4977_1194444423800_1309125426_566753_1209757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363363249008361698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6789472255268873717?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6789472255268873717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6789472255268873717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6789472255268873717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6789472255268873717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Sm5-dWqHQOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/eaDB6r0XdE0/s72-c/4977_1194444423800_1309125426_566753_1209757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1891899314370427487</id><published>2009-07-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:12:47.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First 14er after 10 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYyehP0vI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bCpd6tG8YWo/s1600-h/IMGP4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYyehP0vI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bCpd6tG8YWo/s400/IMGP4603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362477405523923698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYyOnETqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/S3aMYHmILkc/s1600-h/IMGP4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYyOnETqI/AAAAAAAAAxs/S3aMYHmILkc/s400/IMGP4605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362477401253367458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYxttQUOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/52vANmIQZPo/s1600-h/IMGP4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYxttQUOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/52vANmIQZPo/s400/IMGP4600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362477392420950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYxEHNHjI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BngOirAACyQ/s1600-h/IMGP4595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYxEHNHjI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BngOirAACyQ/s400/IMGP4595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362477381255503410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1891899314370427487?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1891899314370427487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1891899314370427487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1891899314370427487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1891899314370427487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-14er-after-10-years.html' title='My First 14er after 10 Years!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtYyehP0vI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bCpd6tG8YWo/s72-c/IMGP4603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2353095207711151565</id><published>2009-02-13T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:02:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SZXfNTqDheI/AAAAAAAAAwc/qBhOYpesXTM/s1600-h/IMGP4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SZXfNTqDheI/AAAAAAAAAwc/qBhOYpesXTM/s400/IMGP4223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302389556006585826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas.&lt;div&gt;Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bug and Peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so what if it is the 13th?  That's as good a day as any to start posting, again.   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2353095207711151565?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2353095207711151565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2353095207711151565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2353095207711151565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2353095207711151565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SZXfNTqDheI/AAAAAAAAAwc/qBhOYpesXTM/s72-c/IMGP4223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2108305217346042301</id><published>2008-10-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:27:52.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcTW2sfZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vw2mLjtGiuk/s1600-h/08Nov48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcTW2sfZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vw2mLjtGiuk/s400/08Nov48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481268936965522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcTDtSc2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/w9RS9Hc-778/s1600-h/08Nov32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcTDtSc2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/w9RS9Hc-778/s400/08Nov32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481263797236578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcSuW-PNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Iu_vgropTA0/s1600-h/08Nov27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcSuW-PNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Iu_vgropTA0/s400/08Nov27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481258066492626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcSNyu89I/AAAAAAAAAx8/0i5KOdMJWEQ/s1600-h/08Nov16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcSNyu89I/AAAAAAAAAx8/0i5KOdMJWEQ/s400/08Nov16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362481249324561362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2108305217346042301?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2108305217346042301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2108305217346042301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2108305217346042301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2108305217346042301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SmtcTW2sfZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vw2mLjtGiuk/s72-c/08Nov48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5429681236917398395</id><published>2008-05-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:28:04.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyj1k64RNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d61gZDvJrXo/s1600-h/Max+and+Lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205215410172478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyj1k64RNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d61gZDvJrXo/s400/Max+and+Lollipop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max and Lollipop: Our new additions and the kids' first pets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we hope they're alive in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRl064RII/AAAAAAAAAiw/fRnGdLe2Kkc/s1600-h/VanDyks+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205195348380238978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRl064RII/AAAAAAAAAiw/fRnGdLe2Kkc/s400/VanDyks+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRmE64RJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TZ3j4pu8l3s/s1600-h/VanDyks+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205195352675206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRmE64RJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/TZ3j4pu8l3s/s400/VanDyks+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRmU64RKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MB91L43v8zg/s1600-h/Zoo+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205195356970173602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRmU64RKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MB91L43v8zg/s400/Zoo+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRm064RLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/RIr33dLqY_Q/s1600-h/Zoo+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205195365560108210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRm064RLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/RIr33dLqY_Q/s400/Zoo+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRnE64RMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MebK1jdNWnU/s1600-h/VanDyks+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205195369855075522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyRnE64RMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MebK1jdNWnU/s400/VanDyks+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQHU64RDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9p-KGw3YcLs/s1600-h/VanDyks+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205193724882601010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQHU64RDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9p-KGw3YcLs/s400/VanDyks+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Rocks Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQHk64REI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m1rs89xHQ5Y/s1600-h/VanDyks+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205193729177568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQHk64REI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/m1rs89xHQ5Y/s400/VanDyks+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQH064RFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t84Y5UgpAOo/s1600-h/VanDyks+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205193733472535634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQH064RFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/t84Y5UgpAOo/s400/VanDyks+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Focus on the Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQIE64RGI/AAAAAAAAAig/BedOe8VZx88/s1600-h/VanDyks+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205193737767502946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQIE64RGI/AAAAAAAAAig/BedOe8VZx88/s400/VanDyks+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQIU64RHI/AAAAAAAAAio/5X-v0aYt32I/s1600-h/VanDyks+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205193742062470258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyQIU64RHI/AAAAAAAAAio/5X-v0aYt32I/s400/VanDyks+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOh064Q-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/OLuK-i2YjVw/s1600-h/Silas+2+months+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205191981125878754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOh064Q-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/OLuK-i2YjVw/s400/Silas+2+months+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Debbie and Sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOiE64Q_I/AAAAAAAAAho/SeHhjoIqwYY/s1600-h/VanDyks+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205191985420846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOiE64Q_I/AAAAAAAAAho/SeHhjoIqwYY/s400/VanDyks+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peanut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOiU64RAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/psU9rtT5T9Q/s1600-h/VanDyks+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205191989715813378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOiU64RAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/psU9rtT5T9Q/s400/VanDyks+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOik64RBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yTDI6HORUek/s1600-h/VanDyks+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205191994010780690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOik64RBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yTDI6HORUek/s400/VanDyks+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOjE64RCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2M5bOJdDFZM/s1600-h/VanDyks+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205192002600715298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyOjE64RCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2M5bOJdDFZM/s400/VanDyks+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby's sister and her beautiful family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE7U64Q5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/3n98mwvSeno/s1600-h/Girls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205181424096265106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE7U64Q5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/3n98mwvSeno/s400/Girls+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snuggling sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE8E64Q6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/whHSyZZYehY/s1600-h/Onion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205181436981167010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE8E64Q6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/whHSyZZYehY/s400/Onion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this in my pantry~ guess I ought to clean it out once in a blue moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE8k64Q7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Dz4XlqsdgdI/s1600-h/VanDyks+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205181445571101618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE8k64Q7I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Dz4XlqsdgdI/s400/VanDyks+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE9E64Q8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/m_-4Bnm4-lI/s1600-h/VanDyks+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205181454161036226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE9E64Q8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/m_-4Bnm4-lI/s400/VanDyks+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fantastic Four&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDzYl064ROI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z0rdZCjShzQ/s1600-h/IMGP3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205273413705811170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDzYl064ROI/AAAAAAAAAjg/z0rdZCjShzQ/s400/IMGP3694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Could he look more like Kevin? Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDzYmU64RPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ITtCYahB0Mc/s1600-h/IMGP3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205273422295745778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDzYmU64RPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ITtCYahB0Mc/s400/IMGP3696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE9U64Q9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Kbe6EAHC9Ws/s1600-h/VanDyks+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205181458456003538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyE9U64Q9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Kbe6EAHC9Ws/s400/VanDyks+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sigh and his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5429681236917398395?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5429681236917398395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5429681236917398395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5429681236917398395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5429681236917398395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/SDyj1k64RNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/d61gZDvJrXo/s72-c/Max+and+Lollipop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7877782659653616802</id><published>2008-03-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:05:31.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Benefits of Driving Drunk</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was going to spare you all this tragic tale only because it's a bit tedious and, well, boring. But, today, the story turned a corner that made it absolutely hilarious and horrific at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sad car accident the responding officer told me that my driver's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt; has been suspended for the last year--since March 2007. Apparently, I forgot to pay a $50 fine to the Colorado Department of Revenue from a speeding ticket. Okay, so my driving record is a bit sketchy.  My mother cries everytime she thinks about me driving with her grandchildren in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the Department of Revenue today to find out how long it will take to get my licence back and she told me 3 weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Yikes! I'm stuck at home for 3 weeks with 4 children under the age of 6. This was not good news. But here comes the interesting part. Had I had a DUI I could've gotten a probationary driver's licence but because I had just a summons then I am stuck without hope for 3 weeks. Had I been drunk at the scene then I would be happily back on the road right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now we know what's wrong with Colorado drivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7877782659653616802?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7877782659653616802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7877782659653616802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7877782659653616802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7877782659653616802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/benefits-of-driving-drunk.html' title='The Benefits of Driving Drunk'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6239682052034860721</id><published>2008-03-05T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:00:27.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, did you mean to ruin the car?</title><content type='html'>God gave me children to keep me humble. I've learned that I do not know how to parent (I ask for wisdom daily). It will be by God's grace alone if they all grow into godly, productive and happy citizens. But they also remind me constantly of all the stupid things I do. The latter is the most frustrating thing about parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wrecked the car. If you all could have seen the accident you would have thought I was a drunk driver. Honestly, it was that stupid. Okay, so here is sleep deprived me driving a 1-ton vehicle. As I was driving I looked into someone's backyard (they had a pergola on their deck) and I was trying to figure out how their family could get onto their back deck. Yes, I was actually using my limited brain power to find a sliding glass door on some stranger's back porch &lt;em&gt;while driving&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While deep in this facinating meditation, I drove the car over a curb and sheared off a fire hydrant. Yes, the hydrant actually flew off the water pipe, and no, water did not shoot straight up into the air. I wish it had. I also wish I could say that babies were screaming and children were fighting in the back seat. Any legitimate distraction would do for my stupidity. But, instead, I only have myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious 5-year-old Bug had all kinds of questions/statements for me yesterday after we all calmed down from the accident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why weren't you paying attention to the road, Mama?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How are we going to get groceries?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did you have to talk to the police?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why did he make you sit in the back of the police car?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You really should have paid attention, Mama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What does "consequences" mean?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wow, Mom, did you see the car? It's totally wrecked up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a good thing he's around to rub my nose in all of my mistakes and stupidity.  The only good news I have is that all of my precious cargo are safe and sound.  No one was hurt and for that I am truly thankful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6239682052034860721?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6239682052034860721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6239682052034860721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6239682052034860721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6239682052034860721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommy-did-you-mean-to-ruin-car.html' title='Mommy, did you mean to ruin the car?'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6526666712466201984</id><published>2008-03-01T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:29:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New" Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R88eY8mybfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xnDm7ecXAiQ/s1600-h/IMGP3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174387910806498802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R88eY8mybfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xnDm7ecXAiQ/s400/IMGP3519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I painted and my father-in-law cut and nailed up the moulding. I love it!!! Because it's the kid's bathroom I had some fun with frogs and ducks.  And if I get tired of it then I can "grow it up" by tossing the kid accessories and put in classier things.  For now, however, it's fun to have a kid bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6526666712466201984?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6526666712466201984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6526666712466201984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6526666712466201984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6526666712466201984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-bathroom.html' title='&quot;New&quot; Bathroom'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R88eY8mybfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xnDm7ecXAiQ/s72-c/IMGP3519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6890612624993892055</id><published>2008-02-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:40:11.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Nitrogen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R8hfJrJ7smI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-DWm_IRs-nk/s1600-h/IMGP3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172488791842861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R8hfJrJ7smI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-DWm_IRs-nk/s400/IMGP3505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R8hfKLJ7snI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PPcikjTrG30/s1600-h/IMGP3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172488800432796274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R8hfKLJ7snI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PPcikjTrG30/s400/IMGP3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Debbie, is a local science teacher and brought one of her experiements to the house to show the kids. Lucky for the kids, it involved liquid nitrogen and ice cream, a winning combination! Apparently, it is okay to ice cream after it's been frozen with liquid nitrogen.  Anyway, I haven't died, yet, from eating the ice cream!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6890612624993892055?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6890612624993892055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6890612624993892055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6890612624993892055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6890612624993892055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/liquid-nitrogen.html' title='Liquid Nitrogen'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R8hfJrJ7smI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-DWm_IRs-nk/s72-c/IMGP3505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-255362422408220089</id><published>2008-02-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:27:34.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunglasses R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R78iEOw3n8I/AAAAAAAAAew/3av8jtxDfck/s1600-h/IMGP3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169888353322508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R78iEOw3n8I/AAAAAAAAAew/3av8jtxDfck/s400/IMGP3495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She knows how cute she is!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-255362422408220089?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/255362422408220089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=255362422408220089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/255362422408220089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/255362422408220089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunglasses-r-us.html' title='Sunglasses R Us'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R78iEOw3n8I/AAAAAAAAAew/3av8jtxDfck/s72-c/IMGP3495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5445123736180288468</id><published>2008-02-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:25:23.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Attempt #1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R7UGFew3n6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/1b9yz4mAa1k/s1600-h/IMGP3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167042838704660386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R7UGFew3n6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/1b9yz4mAa1k/s400/IMGP3490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R7UGF-w3n7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/p6LfBGRKJR8/s1600-h/IMGP3491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167042847294594994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R7UGF-w3n7I/AAAAAAAAAeo/p6LfBGRKJR8/s400/IMGP3491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't they all just look in the same direction at the same time? I mean really, is it that hard for them to do? Well, maybe so. But I am determined to keep trying. They really are quite the bunch and I love them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how do you like my shoe in the photo? I guess I'll be editing that one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5445123736180288468?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5445123736180288468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5445123736180288468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5445123736180288468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5445123736180288468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/goal-attempt-1.html' title='Goal Attempt #1...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R7UGFew3n6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/1b9yz4mAa1k/s72-c/IMGP3490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6443390313647127230</id><published>2008-02-11T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:53:30.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls and their Boy</title><content type='html'>As you can see, there is no lack of love in this family. Not only have we not seen any evidence of jealousy (yet...) but my girls are also madly in love with their boy. Peanut is especially happy to hold him for just a few minutes.  Not too long, mind you, but just long enough to say she did and then pass him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kiki sees everyone else holding him so why can't she?  She also sees Peanut holding dolls so this baby thing must be easy.  Except, wait, we aren't allowed to poke out his lovely eyes.  Sorry, sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need now is a photo of the 4 of them together.  I'm not sure that's possible but it's nice to have goals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-bWew3n3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0klYVJAt_dQ/s1600-h/IMGP3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165518108134711154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-bWew3n3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0klYVJAt_dQ/s400/IMGP3471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-bW-w3n4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/3BnsNe5PCnM/s1600-h/IMGP3469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165518116724645762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-bW-w3n4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/3BnsNe5PCnM/s400/IMGP3469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6443390313647127230?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6443390313647127230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6443390313647127230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6443390313647127230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6443390313647127230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/girls-and-their-boy.html' title='The Girls and their Boy'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-bWew3n3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/0klYVJAt_dQ/s72-c/IMGP3471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8861479054367592904</id><published>2008-02-10T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:44:53.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-ZuOw3n2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kJ7IOMIznzI/s1600-h/IMGP3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165516317133348706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-ZuOw3n2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kJ7IOMIznzI/s400/IMGP3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very exciting to me that my Bug now has a brother. I've wanted him to have one for ages and now my boy has a brother to love.  Don't get me wrong, he loves his sisters.  And he's especially in love with Kiki.  They can often be found playing happily together noticed only by Kiki's giggles of delight.  In fact, no one makes her laugh like Bug does.  They are 2 peas in pod.  But now he has a baby boy to dote on and he could not be happier.  As usual, all he wants to do is smother him with attention.  Thankfully, in the next few weeks he'll be able to do just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so thankful that my son loves his babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-ZB-w3n1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/2nMONk_ITlE/s1600-h/IMGP3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165515556924137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-ZB-w3n1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/2nMONk_ITlE/s400/IMGP3456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8861479054367592904?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8861479054367592904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8861479054367592904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8861479054367592904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8861479054367592904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R6-ZuOw3n2I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kJ7IOMIznzI/s72-c/IMGP3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5899924338582111655</id><published>2008-02-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:03:28.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another beautiful baby enters our family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R635R-w3nxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mjDPrzrBxCM/s1600-h/PokeyPuppy018E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058434964889362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R635R-w3nxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mjDPrzrBxCM/s400/PokeyPuppy018E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R635SOw3nyI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2COOBZVeK2A/s1600-h/PokeyPuppy038E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058439259856674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R635SOw3nyI/AAAAAAAAAdk/2COOBZVeK2A/s400/PokeyPuppy038E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that all women who birth more than one child harbor self-deprecation in the depths of their psyches. Yes, this includes me! Since labor and delivery are so close to the forefront of my mind right now, the mere &lt;em&gt;idea&lt;/em&gt; of doing this again is horrifying. After numbers 2,3 and now 4 came into the world my wonderful husband looked at me and said, "I can't believe you were willing to do that again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I truly was willing to do it again. Why? Because as hard and terrifying as labor is, those precious little babies are so worth it. Just looking at these photos that my friend &lt;a href="http://coloradochronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;CJ&lt;/a&gt; took &lt;a href="http://will/"&gt;will&lt;/a&gt; show you just how true that is. He is a beautiful boy and I'm so thankful he's finally out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born on Friday, February 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;6:09am&lt;br /&gt;20 3/4" long&lt;br /&gt;7 pounds 14 ounces&lt;br /&gt;14" head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he is still unnamed. We keep going back and forth about this because neither of us have a name that we just love enough to fight for. But in the next few days we'll have to make a decision. Hopefully, it will be the right one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5899924338582111655?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5899924338582111655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5899924338582111655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5899924338582111655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5899924338582111655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-beautiful-baby-enters-our.html' title='Another beautiful baby enters our family!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R635R-w3nxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mjDPrzrBxCM/s72-c/PokeyPuppy018E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4597119276162237590</id><published>2008-02-09T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:37:12.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-Laws Save the Day</title><content type='html'>For Baby #4, my wonderful in-laws again come to my rescue.  I'm thrilled to have them here and I think they also enjoy being here, as well.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R68thew3nzI/AAAAAAAAAds/_nBveq7L_Fw/s1600-h/IMGP3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother-in-law attends to the daily rigamorole and the kids absolutely love being around her.  She takes them on walks to the park and isn't too picky about school work.  What could be better than that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law is a wonderful mix of my Husband and myself.  He does the grocery shopping and runs all kinds of useful errands around town.  But he also fixes all kinds of little piddly projects as well as finishes the big ones!  He (mostly) singlehandedly switched the beds from the basement all the way up to the top floor of house.  One was a bunk bed!!!!!  And his next project is going to be hanging some pictures in Peanut's revamped bedroom.  I love that he loves projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is running without me quite well, thank you very much.  It's nice to not be needed but on the other hand is a bit strange to have a nap, awaken to a too quiet home, and then wonder where the children are!  As odd as it is, I do have the consolation that it's taking extra effort on my wonderful Husband's part as well as both of my in-laws to accomplish my duties every day.  Granted, they get more done quantitatively, but it still takes 3 of them to do it!  Watching from a distance also makes me realize how much I love my kids and how much more work I need to do with them.  I'm also very thankful that I've got all kinds of daily routines so when I have to jump back into the saddle again I'll know what to do when.  And it won't be too hard for the kids to get back into our boring routines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R68ti-w3n0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/CrnBa9iIIRM/s1600-h/IMGP3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165397376604020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R68ti-w3n0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/CrnBa9iIIRM/s400/IMGP3460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4597119276162237590?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4597119276162237590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4597119276162237590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4597119276162237590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4597119276162237590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/02/oma-and-opa-bail-me-out-again.html' title='The In-Laws Save the Day'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R68ti-w3n0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/CrnBa9iIIRM/s72-c/IMGP3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6088940514600509921</id><published>2008-01-29T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:55:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Kiki!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R5-uzkU4fUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JYMAR_yQ5Jc/s1600-h/IMGP3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161035898937703746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R5-uzkU4fUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JYMAR_yQ5Jc/s400/IMGP3368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you seen a more grown up girl? She just started pulling herself up without an object to hold onto and we are all oh, so proud! She even took 3 steps to her Papa and we all applauded raucously. I don't think there has ever been a girl as loved as she is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, no, no baby, yet. Trust me, no one is more depressed about this than I am.  But when there is, you will all be quite tired of the photos!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6088940514600509921?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6088940514600509921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6088940514600509921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6088940514600509921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6088940514600509921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-kiki.html' title='My Little Kiki!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R5-uzkU4fUI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JYMAR_yQ5Jc/s72-c/IMGP3368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1017315558707045013</id><published>2007-12-21T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:09:13.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2007</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems to me, after perusing my own blog, that my life is really quite boring. I don't have amazing travelling adventures or an overly cynical viewpoint on life. I don't spend too much time kevetching about things going on around here (and that makes for interesting reading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to tell you the truth, to live this mundane life is fabulous. I have a wonderful hubby who brings home the bacon so I don't have to go to a job every day. There are 3 amazing children in my home who make me belly laugh at least once daily and who snuggle at the slightest whim. And, if all of that isn't good enough, I get to homeschool my children and sit in awe of them as they grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was my 2007? Similar to 2006 and probably pretty close to what 2008 will bring but absolutely joyful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who like the details, I will say that the bakery is going along quite well. Hubby has 2 full time employees (a baker and a decorator) that allow him all kinds of time away from the shop. And that is great for me! We love having him home more and more. He's also figured out some ways to make money in the stock market and he just loves crunching the numbers and doing the stats so he's happy, too...except when the market does something it's not supposed to do. And it's been doing quite a bit of that this year. However, I told him that if he gets an ulcer, he earned it and I won't feel too sorry for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the kiddos, they are everchanging. Bug started kindergarten this year and it reading like a pro but his handwriting is atrocious. We're going to start hitting that a bit harder 2nd semester! He goes to a public school program designed for homeschoolers one day a week and he just loves it, being his mother's social child! I'm not sure he has a favorite subject because, so far, he just enjoys everything. And I like the day "off" of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut is 3 1/2 and a homebody. She is most certainly her father's daughter. I love to watch her because she plays contentedly alone and has the best of times. But she hates the days Bug is gone to school. He is her very best friend and she can hardly stand for him to be gone so long. Of course, when he's here they fight and bicker then quickly make up again to go on to the next fun thing to play. Thankfully, I stay out of most of those fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And little Kiki is a dollbaby. She is loved by her brother and her sister but especially her Papa. There is just something between Kiki and her daddy that I cannot explain but they love each other. It is so precious to watch. I'd like to say she's growing like a weed but she's tiny despite the fact that I try oh, so hard to fatten her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so was our family in 2007. I do pray that God blesses your families the way he has blessed ours. We are thankful to Him for what He has given us and we certainly do not deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1017315558707045013?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1017315558707045013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1017315558707045013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1017315558707045013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1017315558707045013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-letter-2007.html' title='Christmas Letter 2007'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7969621643839426440</id><published>2007-12-16T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:38:44.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread House Time, Again...</title><content type='html'>Every year, as is our family tradition, I march the troops to the Bakery and we decorate a gingerbread house. This year was no exception. Each child got a side and this mama got the front. Needless to say, I loaded up my sid with all kinds of chocolates and I fully intend to eat them all! Papa did the hard work helping while I took the photos. Someday our house will be decorated with lovely aplumb but right now it's just fun for them to slap the candies on the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Sdh1MHeoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0eKlCWDhvWk/s1600-h/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144409878903093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Sdh1MHeoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0eKlCWDhvWk/s400/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2SdiVMHepI/AAAAAAAAAdE/47YS05Dmrxo/s1600-h/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144409887493028498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2SdiVMHepI/AAAAAAAAAdE/47YS05Dmrxo/s400/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Sdi1MHeqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/miRzIM9cN2o/s1600-h/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144409896082963106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Sdi1MHeqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/miRzIM9cN2o/s400/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, as is our family tradition, I march the troops to the Bakery and we decorate a gingerbread house. This year was no exception. Each child got a side and this mama got the front. Needless to say, I loaded up my sid with all kinds of chocolates and I fully intend to eat them all! Papa did the hard work helping while I took the photos. I love having a papa around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7969621643839426440?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7969621643839426440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7969621643839426440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7969621643839426440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7969621643839426440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread-house-time-again.html' title='Gingerbread House Time, Again...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Sdh1MHeoI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0eKlCWDhvWk/s72-c/2007+Gingerbread+Houses+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-591179373096473378</id><published>2007-12-15T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:34:02.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2ScmVMHelI/AAAAAAAAAck/h3om-XeFp1k/s1600-h/IMG_5574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144408856700877394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2ScmVMHelI/AAAAAAAAAck/h3om-XeFp1k/s400/IMG_5574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Scm1MHemI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cqjoCCdPmJg/s1600-h/IMG_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144408865290812002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2Scm1MHemI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cqjoCCdPmJg/s400/IMG_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2ScnVMHenI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Blpb3035Yhc/s1600-h/IMG_5580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144408873880746610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2ScnVMHenI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Blpb3035Yhc/s400/IMG_5580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the perfect sledding hill very close to our house that our kids love. And I mean they LOVE it! As soon as they see the first lonely snowflake come out of the clouds, they don their winter coats in anticipation of sledding on that hill. They'll try to walk around all day in their snow boots just to remind me that they want to sled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, their chance came and Bug cried like a baby while Peanut trooped up the hill with sled in tow for every run. Thankfully, we'll have more snow so he can prove that he really is a man...I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-591179373096473378?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/591179373096473378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=591179373096473378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/591179373096473378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/591179373096473378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/sledding.html' title='Sledding--'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R2ScmVMHelI/AAAAAAAAAck/h3om-XeFp1k/s72-c/IMG_5574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8014844828655033277</id><published>2007-12-11T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:30:39.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight No Chaser</title><content type='html'>I seriously love this.  I love this.  I've listened to it so many times and it's truly hilarious!  Remember how great the eBay link was?  Well, this is better!  You MUST watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8014844828655033277?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8014844828655033277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8014844828655033277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8014844828655033277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8014844828655033277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/straight-no-chaser.html' title='Straight No Chaser'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2284576673951980846</id><published>2007-12-06T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:08:51.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6kPv0CeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/As3nPUH_Ufo/s1600-h/IMGP3242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140923369020197346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6kPv0CeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/As3nPUH_Ufo/s400/IMGP3242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6k_v0CfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SnVio2oxJiE/s1600-h/IMGP3252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140923381905099250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6k_v0CfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/SnVio2oxJiE/s400/IMGP3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6lfv0CgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ed9CvhFcIHs/s1600-h/IMGP3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140923390495033858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6lfv0CgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ed9CvhFcIHs/s400/IMGP3254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2284576673951980846?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2284576673951980846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2284576673951980846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2284576673951980846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2284576673951980846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-christmas-photos.html' title='Quick Christmas Photos'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1g6kPv0CeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/As3nPUH_Ufo/s72-c/IMGP3242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-3063899516109087434</id><published>2007-12-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:14:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been way too long....</title><content type='html'>Well, since it's been so long I hardly know what to say. Kiki has turned 1 year old and I have 2 torturous months of pregnancy left. Homeschooling is wonderful and I am really loving it. It's just so much fun to actively watch my children learn new things. On Wednesday next I get to scrapbook and I've ordered and organized my photos for that. Hubby has the new car itch (and he really does need a new car) so any day now I'm expecting him to show up driving something I've never laid eyes on before. Yes, he does that. He up and buys cars and then brings them home. Thankfully, he has impeccable taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does anyone want to come and clean my kitchen cabinet doors? That is my next looming project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some mostly-up-to-date photos for your viewing pleasure. For those of you who have spent any time at our house, you will recognize the front yard where that stag is lounging. Truly, it was amazing to be so close to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT6fv0CaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/x5NLE3BB90A/s1600-R/Butterfly+Pavillion+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139966076644493730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT6fv0CaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hQDS3QdWSNU/s400/Butterfly+Pavillion+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT6_v0CbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gD2vnEQvjoo/s1600-R/Fall+2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139966085234428338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT6_v0CbI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6oqHl8pmXxM/s400/Fall+2007+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT7Pv0CcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/j_5jmOvx20o/s1600-R/Fall+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139966089529395650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT7Pv0CcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PRPVPqV9taE/s400/Fall+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT8fv0CdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Z4vcZg91oE4/s1600-R/Fall+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139966111004232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT8fv0CdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/VKBBcin2ypQ/s400/Fall+2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-3063899516109087434?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3063899516109087434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=3063899516109087434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3063899516109087434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3063899516109087434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been way too long....'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/R1TT6fv0CaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hQDS3QdWSNU/s72-c/Butterfly+Pavillion+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-3610415918483727604</id><published>2007-10-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:42:08.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RyCrJppxpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/YW7vBR-qy3c/s1600-h/IMGP3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125284558235870338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RyCrJppxpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/YW7vBR-qy3c/s400/IMGP3176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-3610415918483727604?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3610415918483727604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=3610415918483727604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3610415918483727604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3610415918483727604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow--'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RyCrJppxpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/YW7vBR-qy3c/s72-c/IMGP3176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1606729129724325591</id><published>2007-10-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:36:29.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa and Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RwFZ_p9DxSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mvibqB54RV8/s1600-h/Camping+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116469601798178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RwFZ_p9DxSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mvibqB54RV8/s400/Camping+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went camping together.  What more can I say?  Bug had a fantastic time and loved wearing camo, BDUs and shooting his bow and arrows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1606729129724325591?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1606729129724325591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1606729129724325591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1606729129724325591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1606729129724325591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandpa-and-bug.html' title='Grandpa and Bug'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RwFZ_p9DxSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/mvibqB54RV8/s72-c/Camping+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-3304117882024607761</id><published>2007-09-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:47:27.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Pavillion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0voZ9DxOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aPIFdwxENSQ/s1600-h/Butterfly+Pavillion+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115297122971010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0voZ9DxOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aPIFdwxENSQ/s400/Butterfly+Pavillion+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vop9DxPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iQVFQszjX-s/s1600-h/Butterfly+Pavillion+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115297127265977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vop9DxPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iQVFQszjX-s/s400/Butterfly+Pavillion+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vpJ9DxQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Y7p-pb8HCIM/s1600-h/Butterfly+Pavillion+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115297135855912194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vpJ9DxQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Y7p-pb8HCIM/s400/Butterfly+Pavillion+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vpp9DxRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RR7bQMkYLss/s1600-h/Butterfly+Pavillion+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115297144445846802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0vpp9DxRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RR7bQMkYLss/s400/Butterfly+Pavillion+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are often so much braver than adults...and this is one of those time! My kids both held Rosie the Rosehaired Tarantulla. Nope. I wouldn't touch it. But I did take photos.  And how could I not?  My friend CJ took the butterfly photo and I managed to get this one of Bug sitting (amazingly) serenely with a butterfly on his shirt.  It was such a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-3304117882024607761?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3304117882024607761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=3304117882024607761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3304117882024607761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3304117882024607761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/09/butterfly-pavillion.html' title='Butterfly Pavillion'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rv0voZ9DxOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aPIFdwxENSQ/s72-c/Butterfly+Pavillion+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-9110706419790590837</id><published>2007-09-09T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:39:31.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Labor Day Balloon Classic</title><content type='html'>This is one of those events that is really fun once you're there. The colors are amazing, watching the balloons go from ground up is incredible. And the look of awe on the children's faces is astounding. BUT you have to get up at 5:30 am and get the kids in the car to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnvqXeIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6mJDkp8Kqd8/s1600-h/Balloon+Classic+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108321945869230194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnvqXeIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6mJDkp8Kqd8/s400/Balloon+Classic+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnv6XeIII/AAAAAAAAAZM/5rT-699_cMU/s1600-h/Balloon+Classic+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108321950164197506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnv6XeIII/AAAAAAAAAZM/5rT-699_cMU/s400/Balloon+Classic+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnwaXeIJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WL4i3GzQRgw/s1600-h/Balloon+Classic+2007+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108321958754132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnwaXeIJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/WL4i3GzQRgw/s400/Balloon+Classic+2007+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-9110706419790590837?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9110706419790590837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=9110706419790590837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9110706419790590837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9110706419790590837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-balloon-classic.html' title='The Labor Day Balloon Classic'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RuRnvqXeIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6mJDkp8Kqd8/s72-c/Balloon+Classic+2007+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-9178912041121834374</id><published>2007-08-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:29:27.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HILARIOUS!</title><content type='html'>Honestly, you just have to read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=130144061675"&gt;http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=130144061675&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-9178912041121834374?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9178912041121834374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=9178912041121834374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9178912041121834374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9178912041121834374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/hilarious.html' title='HILARIOUS!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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-18572348.post-6099317053795300087</id><published>2007-08-29T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:08:42.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Budgie Buddy Pooped on Me</title><content type='html'>I am sure you're wondering what exactly a "budgie buddy" is. Well, it is a little obnoxious bird that pooped on me. Yes, I know birds have no sphincter muscles and I walked into the building on purpose to see the birds. But I didn't want to get pooped on. Regardless, Bug had several of the birds land on his popsicle stick and he even tried to pet one (it wouldn't let him!). One landed on his arm but it scared Bug and the bird flew away. Now, however, he's a bird feeding champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what our little Kiki did at the zoo...nosh on my apple core.  But she sure was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvH6XeIDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vbl6FMU7J3c/s1600-h/2007+Zoo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107934411792434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvH6XeIDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vbl6FMU7J3c/s400/2007+Zoo+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This baby giraffe had no qualms about Bug petting him for a while.  Do you think he might be a bit too used to humans?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvIKXeIEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dSc2YfsQBOs/s1600-h/2007+Zoo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107938706759746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvIKXeIEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/dSc2YfsQBOs/s400/2007+Zoo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here are the poopers....  No, not my kids, the birds!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvIqXeIFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ucHaRZszha4/s1600-h/2007+Zoo+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107947296694354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvIqXeIFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ucHaRZszha4/s400/2007+Zoo+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvI6XeIGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wfZ8m4hZ-BE/s1600-h/2007+Zoo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104107951591661666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvI6XeIGI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wfZ8m4hZ-BE/s400/2007+Zoo+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6099317053795300087?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6099317053795300087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6099317053795300087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6099317053795300087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6099317053795300087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/budgie-buddy-pooped-on-me.html' title='A Budgie Buddy Pooped on Me'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVvH6XeIDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vbl6FMU7J3c/s72-c/2007+Zoo+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4756725771158149080</id><published>2007-08-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:00:36.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Reservoir</title><content type='html'>Honestly, he wanted to go in...on purpose! The kids and I went to the "beach" at the Reservoir and they wanted to swim. Well, Bug still had on his pj's because it was so cold that morning. He just got dressed over his cute football pajamas and then stripped back down to them for a little swim. And little Peanut got down to her skivvies for the swim. Those mountain lakes are deceiving. As you can see, the water was colder than they thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtY6XeH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/2dy-W8pxKjU/s1600-h/Taylor+Reservoir+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104106027446312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtY6XeH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/2dy-W8pxKjU/s400/Taylor+Reservoir+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtZaXeH_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/UbtZCpP2qLU/s1600-h/Taylor+Reservoir+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104106036036247538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtZaXeH_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/UbtZCpP2qLU/s400/Taylor+Reservoir+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtZ6XeIAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_eWwjGDgCyg/s1600-h/Taylor+Reservoir+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104106044626182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtZ6XeIAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_eWwjGDgCyg/s400/Taylor+Reservoir+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtaaXeIBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GOVlq1vKLYY/s1600-h/Taylor+Reservoir+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104106053216116754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtaaXeIBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GOVlq1vKLYY/s400/Taylor+Reservoir+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVta6XeICI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3taWDyVlYFQ/s1600-h/Taylor+Reservoir+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104106061806051362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVta6XeICI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3taWDyVlYFQ/s400/Taylor+Reservoir+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4756725771158149080?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4756725771158149080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4756725771158149080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4756725771158149080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4756725771158149080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/taylor-reservoir.html' title='Taylor Reservoir'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RtVtY6XeH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/2dy-W8pxKjU/s72-c/Taylor+Reservoir+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4157482767144560257</id><published>2007-08-15T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:08:00.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obligatory 1st Day of Kindergarten Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsNMyygIqDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OkrJmUSug9A/s1600-h/Kindergarten+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099003638547261490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsNMyygIqDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OkrJmUSug9A/s400/Kindergarten+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all look back on those "first day of _(fill in grade here)_ " photos and think we look like dorks. And we did look like dorks. What I didn't know is that our moms, standing there taking these photos thought we were the cutest things alive. They were wondering when it was that we grew up and how easily they lost track of the time. Then they remembered that they were one child short in the house for the day. What kinds of fun things could they go and do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, Bug was so excited about school and everything to do with it. He has talked about it all summer and now he is there. Right this minute he is sitting in a classroom like such a grown up kid and he's doing it all without me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the "without me" part that is terrifying. Is he having fun? What is he learning? Is he safe? Do the other children like him? Are they going to tease him? Is he going to tease the other children? Okay, the latter is much more reasonable of a question. He's not timid and has no problem taking the bull by the horns. I might even feel a bit sorry for the poor jerk making fun of my kid if he gets on Bug's nerves too badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that he's in a class with 5 of his best friends, he loves learning and making new friends. I think he's going to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4157482767144560257?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4157482767144560257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4157482767144560257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4157482767144560257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4157482767144560257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/obligatory-1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='The Obligatory 1st Day of Kindergarten Photo'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsNMyygIqDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/OkrJmUSug9A/s72-c/Kindergarten+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5176147764954844456</id><published>2007-08-13T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:15:46.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dad and Worst Summer...</title><content type='html'>It's just that this really has been the worst summer I've ever experienced and hopefully ever will.  Imagine yourself standing on a train platform and the engine is reved up to leave.  Smoke is billowing everywhere and while you can see vague shapes in the midst and even understand some of what is happening around you, the whole scene is murky and out of focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I've been living: in a daze and a funk.  I blame part of it on being pregnant and nursing (which I really don't recommend) and the rest on utter exhaustion and bizarre circumstances.  In fact, my newest pet peeve is single people (or anyone without kids) saying how tired they are.  Honestly, they have no idea what actually constitutes "tired."  Trust me, I've been there and now I'm here.  It's way worse here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In walks my Dad on stage left.  He sees my normally wonderful house competely trashed and then looks at me sitting on a chair dazed.  Then he offers to make a deal with me; he'll clean my house once a week (for 1 1/2 hours or so) until the baby and my mom-in-law come.  I'm taking the deal.  No ifs, ands, or buts.  I didn't even say, "Oh, Dad, you don't need to do that" because I'm dying for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus, my wonderful husband hears to proposal and feels a bit guilty.  He says, "Here your dad is going to help clean the house while I sit on my butt."  I didn't agree or dispute him.  I just let him complete the thought.  Then he offered to take a chore and be in charge of it.  Is this my lucky day, or what?  His biggest frustration is our kitchen floor so that will be his new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a happy camper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5176147764954844456?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5176147764954844456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5176147764954844456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5176147764954844456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5176147764954844456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/best-dad-and-worst-summer.html' title='Best Dad and Worst Summer...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2007295050632556729</id><published>2007-08-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:24:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC-BSgIqBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/W6nENNjObQY/s1600-h/KidsRUs+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098283707539171346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC-BSgIqBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/W6nENNjObQY/s400/KidsRUs+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC-BygIqCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GL4DOOCJ3XE/s1600-h/KidsRUs+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098283716129105954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC-BygIqCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/GL4DOOCJ3XE/s400/KidsRUs+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2007295050632556729?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2007295050632556729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2007295050632556729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2007295050632556729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2007295050632556729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/peanut.html' title='Peanut'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC-BSgIqBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/W6nENNjObQY/s72-c/KidsRUs+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1612810679637851945</id><published>2007-08-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:22:01.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9RCgIp9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/67-TQWp8vUw/s1600-h/KidsRUs+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098282878610483154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9RCgIp9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/67-TQWp8vUw/s400/KidsRUs+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9RigIp-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/TktkjZnaeME/s1600-h/KidsRUs+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098282887200417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9RigIp-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/TktkjZnaeME/s400/KidsRUs+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9SCgIp_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Sp5oRwChBP0/s1600-h/KidsRUs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098282895790352370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9SCgIp_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Sp5oRwChBP0/s400/KidsRUs+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9SSgIqAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1SjUE-zwwiY/s1600-h/KidsRUs+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098282900085319682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9SSgIqAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1SjUE-zwwiY/s400/KidsRUs+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1612810679637851945?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1612810679637851945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1612810679637851945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1612810679637851945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1612810679637851945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/08/kiki.html' title='Kiki'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RsC9RCgIp9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/67-TQWp8vUw/s72-c/KidsRUs+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6626877517037849333</id><published>2007-07-11T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:13:09.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I just got home from watching HP and the OOTP at the IMAX theater. Firstly, I will say that there is just nothing like watching a movie on the IMAX theater. Truly, it's incredible. And, to make it more amazing there was a 3-D scene in the show that was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to do my first ever (I think) movie review on this blog. And I'm going to skip all of the parts about how books are absolutely the best entertainment meduim ever and no movie anywhere will beat the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, and this is coming from a die hard Potter fan, the movie was okay. For me, it was the beginning that really ruined the whole thing. Mrs. Figg's character was poorly done...she had no dramatic flair that was truly needed and the entire beginning of the movie lacked the Ministry/Harry/Dumbledore interaction that made this particular book hook me in the first place. I mean, Harry gets booted out of Hogwarts, made to go to a judicial hearing and is threatened to have his wand broken and all he does is hit the bookcase once and then &lt;em&gt;apologizes for it!&lt;/em&gt; Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeats could have at least added some of the drama that the book so beautifully extended just to bring the audience into the story. THERE WAS NO HEART-RENDING DRAMA!!!!! He really blew it and if someone who knows nothing of the books sees it then I could imaine how lost and confused they'd be. Hmmmm, let's drop our audience in the middle of a story and then leave them there without any background information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrendous beginning, the rest of the movie was wonderful albeit still quite fragmented. The movie left out so many of the amazing details of magical imagination that Rowling created and that made the first movie fabulous...couldn't we have seen at least a little bit of Mrs. Black? What about the doxies? Or some of the Weasley twins fabulous creations during their hayday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minor details were changed (Cho is the snitch but she was given Veritaserum) but nothing that really mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was fun and delightful but it just didn't have the flair; I hope the next one far exceeds this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE LAST BOOK COMES OUT IN 10 DAYS...YIPPEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6626877517037849333?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6626877517037849333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6626877517037849333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6626877517037849333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6626877517037849333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title='Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7099536270658235766</id><published>2007-07-07T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:03:26.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun with Jon is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, Jon has left our humble abode and Bug is as depressed about it as he can be (thankfully, he has his mother's personality). Jon was counting down the hours until he got to leave. I'd like to think it was because he gets to spend the next 3 weeks detasseling corn with his bestfriends. However, I think maybe his workload was a bit much and the pay a bit little! While here he mastered the following tasks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mopping the floors--at the Bakery and here at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;vaccuuming the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;washing the cars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;doing the dishes on a commercial dishwasher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trimming the hedges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweeping the patio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pulling weeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laying weed barrier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;climbing 14ers (really big mountains!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;fishing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;rough housing with my children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;loving on Kiki, and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;beating me at computer Risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might've forgotten a few things in my list but more would just make me look more like the tyrant I am!  Unfortunately, neither Steve nor I have any problem telling other people what to do.  We'd love to have your children for a time of slave labor, I mean character-building fun. Honestly! We will miss him but I think his mother is happy to see him, if it is only for a few hours in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do want to say, however, that he well-represented his parent's hard years of raising him.  He was polite, ate what was given him, hard-working, and easy to live with.  He never complained when I asked him to do a chore and jumped up right away and did it.  Then he would say, "Do you want me to do anything else?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;When my kiddos are older I do hope they are as well respected elsewhere as Jon is  in our home.  Maybe it's in part due to that Dutch stock!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RpBeAHI3IaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GLcfjxaSZWQ/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084667335310516642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RpBeAHI3IaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GLcfjxaSZWQ/s400/Jon+Visits+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7099536270658235766?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7099536270658235766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7099536270658235766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7099536270658235766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7099536270658235766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-is-over.html' title='The Fun with Jon is Over'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RpBeAHI3IaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GLcfjxaSZWQ/s72-c/Jon+Visits+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-9076518270478474689</id><published>2007-07-05T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:19:05.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Loves Cousin Jon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She LOVES her cousin. He holds her and she doesn't cry. He sits on the floor with her and entertains her for quite a while. And she just smiles and laughs at his antics. And, he likes her because she doesn't jump on him or try to play with him when he wants to be on the computer killing zomies. It's a symbiotic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1exHI3IYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-RJUo3BG5-E/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083823752193974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1exHI3IYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-RJUo3BG5-E/s400/Jon+Visits+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-9076518270478474689?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9076518270478474689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=9076518270478474689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9076518270478474689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/9076518270478474689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/kiki-loves-cousin-jon.html' title='Kiki Loves Cousin Jon'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1exHI3IYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-RJUo3BG5-E/s72-c/Jon+Visits+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4823463092406652688</id><published>2007-07-03T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:18:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piratitude---Who doesn't love a bit of swashbuckling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1fuXI3IZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PYPILEs6z5s/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083824804460962194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1fuXI3IZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PYPILEs6z5s/s400/Jon+Visits+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peanut and Kiki were playing pirate in my bedroom. My comforter was the boat and little Kiki was the unwilling pirate baby.  My favorite part was the bandanas.  Of course, if she was going to play pirate, Peanut just had to have a hat and then so did Kiki.  They are so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4823463092406652688?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4823463092406652688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4823463092406652688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4823463092406652688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4823463092406652688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/07/piratitude-who-doesnt-love-bit-of.html' title='Piratitude---Who doesn&apos;t love a bit of swashbuckling?'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1fuXI3IZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/PYPILEs6z5s/s72-c/Jon+Visits+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5857753720189219510</id><published>2007-06-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:10:42.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing the Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jon has had all kinds of hard work to do while here. Even the fun is hard.  He and Steve climbed Pikes Peak.  It's a 13 mile hike one-way and has a 7,000 foot elevation increase.  Steve said Jon did a wonderful job--even for a flat lander.  The kids and I did, however, drive the highway to the top and pick them up at the top.  Originally, they were going to hike back down but we had lightning strikes and a tornado touchdown not too far from the hiking trail.  Safety is of first importance although it is arguable that the safest route is to just stay home and look at the top.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do get asked why people climb a mountain if there is a highway to the top.  The only answer I have to that valid and well-reasoned question is that there is a stigma about climbing all 54 mountains that are 14,000 feet or higher.  I've climbed several myself and have dreams of climbing more in the future.  It's just what we do here.  And that's all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1YoHI3IVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ds9YyNVXQv8/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817000505385298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1YoHI3IVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ds9YyNVXQv8/s320/Jon+Visits+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1YoXI3IWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uvG_BKc4RTY/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817004800352610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1YoXI3IWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uvG_BKc4RTY/s320/Jon+Visits+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1Yo3I3IXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/x3MlkjtLfQI/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083817013390287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1Yo3I3IXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/x3MlkjtLfQI/s320/Jon+Visits+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5857753720189219510?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5857753720189219510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5857753720189219510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5857753720189219510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5857753720189219510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/climbing-peak.html' title='Climbing the Peak'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ro1YoHI3IVI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ds9YyNVXQv8/s72-c/Jon+Visits+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8313713751180818782</id><published>2007-06-14T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:25:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephew Jon is Here--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, let me say that my brother-in-law and sister-in-law are incredibly wonderful and brave for sending their son out to visit us for 4 weeks. We've been begging family to come out for ages and FINALLY someone comes. And Jon is actually here to work. Yup, a 16-year-old who wants some experience working in the pastry chef field, came to our humble abode to work with my hubby. And, for the record, I'd feel sorry for Jon that he's working with Steve except that he lives with Steve's brother whom Steve quite takes after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As far as I can tell so far, his only fault is that he's a reformed baptist.  Maybe we can fix him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDqFTBANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uN9E4lrGVOs/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076123751511294162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDqFTBANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uN9E4lrGVOs/s320/Jon+Visits+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this isn't the most flattering photo of Jon but you can see Steve's due diligence in putting the boy to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDqVTBAOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tzLKQ0-J1h4/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076123755806261474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDqVTBAOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/tzLKQ0-J1h4/s320/Jon+Visits+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, not flattering, but this time washing the now oil changed vehicle. Nothing like a bit of slave labor! And I will get better photos but these candids have to do for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDq1TBAPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cKAoEzXL-lc/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076123764396196082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDq1TBAPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cKAoEzXL-lc/s320/Jon+Visits+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's Bug shooting from the hip! Boys and their power washers are a happy pair indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDrFTBAQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lvLXsie2caM/s1600-h/Jon+Visits+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076123768691163394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDrFTBAQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lvLXsie2caM/s320/Jon+Visits+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is my precious little Peanut cleaning the driveway. Honestly, we're not that clean. I'm wondering if she wouldn't mind moving to the kitchen floor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8313713751180818782?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8313713751180818782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8313713751180818782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8313713751180818782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8313713751180818782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/nephew-jon-is-here.html' title='Nephew Jon is Here--'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RnIDqFTBANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uN9E4lrGVOs/s72-c/Jon+Visits+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2422260227773309389</id><published>2007-06-11T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:45:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard, lizard, lizard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rm2X31TBAMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eUSHPQmeoZQ/s1600-h/Lizard+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074879340571852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rm2X31TBAMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eUSHPQmeoZQ/s320/Lizard+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We found this cute little lizard happily sunbathing on the trim around our garage door and we watched him for a very long time.  I touched his tail and he squirmed a bit but didn't run.  The only bummer is that Bug is at a friend's house playing and didn't get to see him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2422260227773309389?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2422260227773309389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2422260227773309389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2422260227773309389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2422260227773309389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/06/lizard-lizard-lizard.html' title='Lizard, lizard, lizard...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rm2X31TBAMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/eUSHPQmeoZQ/s72-c/Lizard+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4593594673297700432</id><published>2007-05-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:14:48.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And It's Not Even April Fool's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-MNadnCoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyCHZ4dJpNk/s1600-h/IMGP2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070925867512171138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-MNadnCoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyCHZ4dJpNk/s320/IMGP2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to our big news!  We're expecting another bouncing baby bundle of Boonz bliss and I am very ready!  Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but I'm pregnant again. Little Kiki will be only a scant 14 months old (approximately) when #4 hits the bedroom floor after the birth.  (Don't freak out, I give birth at home and Kiki came out on the floor because I couldn't move!)  So, for all 3 of you out there who keep up with the news, we are thrilled to welcome our next child.  For the record, I still want one more.  Just one more and that's not too many!  Steve has said he's willing to practice on trying for a 5th...hmmm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, this next one had better be like our second child and not our third or first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bug:  cranky, screaming and spitting child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peanut: calm, sleeping and happy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiki: complaining, whining and even more spitting sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4: docile, sweet and cooing cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad always makes his "predictions" about the baby's due date and gender and the answers are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We ought to be welcoming a beautiful boy on January 19th at 4:32am.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only bummer (and Dana, forgive me for saying it) is that my otherwise phenomenal midwife is going to do the ultrasound.  For those of you who don't remember, let's recap.  She assured me (90% positive!) that little Kiki would be a boy.  Then, just a few short days before her entrance, Dana then said that she might've read the ultrasound wrongly and that it could actually be a girl.  Out she popped and there was no penis.  So, we will see the ultrasound and check out the photos (that I can't actually ever figure out) and then hope she is right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the record I do want to say that if you're planning on having children, move to the Front Range and hire Dana.  Honestly.  I've done both hospital and home and Dana is the very best midwife one could find!  I LOVE her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4593594673297700432?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4593594673297700432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4593594673297700432' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4593594673297700432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4593594673297700432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-its-not-even-april-fools-day.html' title='And It&apos;s Not Even April Fool&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-MNadnCoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TyCHZ4dJpNk/s72-c/IMGP2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8722903966543261434</id><published>2007-05-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:00:28.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 25th Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend my Aunt and Uncle came in from St. Louis and spent some time with our family. Of course, they're loads of fun and I'm thrilled to spend any time with them that I can. Aunt loves the babies and she's so good with my children! And, here's Josh, in front of the Simpson's ad at the movie theater. I've got a better photo but this one will have to work for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KqKdnCjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gJWTAb0dE6k/s1600-h/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070924162410154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KqKdnCjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gJWTAb0dE6k/s320/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KqqdnCkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ozPtACkdn6c/s1600-h/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070924171000089154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KqqdnCkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ozPtACkdn6c/s320/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KrKdnClI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cVBkhLMiSUk/s1600-h/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070924179590023762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KrKdnClI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cVBkhLMiSUk/s320/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KrqdnCmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/80igBFYkkjM/s1600-h/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070924188179958370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KrqdnCmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/80igBFYkkjM/s320/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KsKdnCnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/91gAG5qzrfI/s1600-h/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070924196769892978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KsKdnCnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/91gAG5qzrfI/s320/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8722903966543261434?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8722903966543261434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8722903966543261434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8722903966543261434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8722903966543261434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-25th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 25th Anniversary!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rl-KqKdnCjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/gJWTAb0dE6k/s72-c/Williams%27+25th+Anniversary+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5157468814841959823</id><published>2007-05-23T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:40:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Grandma Lil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKiadnCfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0nzlvrK-0UU/s1600-h/stryrofoam+fun+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067827804522351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKiadnCfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0nzlvrK-0UU/s400/stryrofoam+fun+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKi6dnCgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z6Z_DIZPGmk/s1600-h/stryrofoam+fun+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067827813112285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKi6dnCgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z6Z_DIZPGmk/s400/stryrofoam+fun+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKjadnChI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n4CS2kNQy9I/s1600-h/stryrofoam+fun+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067827821702220306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKjadnChI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n4CS2kNQy9I/s400/stryrofoam+fun+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKjqdnCiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-QUChcWJzqs/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067827825997187618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKjqdnCiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-QUChcWJzqs/s400/Mother%27s+Day+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5157468814841959823?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5157468814841959823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5157468814841959823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5157468814841959823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5157468814841959823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-grandma-lil.html' title='For Grandma Lil'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RlSKiadnCfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0nzlvrK-0UU/s72-c/stryrofoam+fun+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5454077999944266932</id><published>2007-05-09T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:32:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Crawls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH3ducbEOI/AAAAAAAAATA/76XLOSZSl1o/s1600-h/kiki+crawls+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062599546196660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH3ducbEOI/AAAAAAAAATA/76XLOSZSl1o/s400/kiki+crawls+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are this baby's legs? I'll tell you where, under her torso! And I'm less than happy about this. If she crawls already then I'll really have to be more careful about toys on the floor and various other messes! Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5454077999944266932?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5454077999944266932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5454077999944266932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5454077999944266932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5454077999944266932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/kiki-crawls.html' title='Kiki Crawls!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH3ducbEOI/AAAAAAAAATA/76XLOSZSl1o/s72-c/kiki+crawls+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2633021484218457051</id><published>2007-05-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:25:08.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An astronaut, a princess and a cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1qOcbEMI/AAAAAAAAASw/_NMimyaesh0/s1600-h/kids+and+popcicles+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062597561921769666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1qOcbEMI/AAAAAAAAASw/_NMimyaesh0/s200/kids+and+popcicles+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1ROcbEJI/AAAAAAAAASY/88DOvlqhFlk/s1600-h/kids+and+popcicles+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062597132425040018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1ROcbEJI/AAAAAAAAASY/88DOvlqhFlk/s200/kids+and+popcicles+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1RucbEKI/AAAAAAAAASg/CpCaY_DD4kI/s1600-h/kids+and+popcicles+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1R-cbELI/AAAAAAAAASo/Rcimrtj3d1I/s1600-h/kids+and+popcicles+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062597145309941938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1R-cbELI/AAAAAAAAASo/Rcimrtj3d1I/s200/kids+and+popcicles+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our kids love to dress up and play in their own happy imaginations. But they also love popcicles! Bug is in our space shuttle swing, Keira is dressed in our cow suit and Cayleigh is in full princess regalia. Only Peanut is without a costume of some sort! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2633021484218457051?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2633021484218457051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2633021484218457051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2633021484218457051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2633021484218457051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/astronaut-princess-and-cow.html' title='An astronaut, a princess and a cow'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RkH1qOcbEMI/AAAAAAAAASw/_NMimyaesh0/s72-c/kids+and+popcicles+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2892630667377058541</id><published>2007-05-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:31:31.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer and Rabbit Food 1/2 Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpiaOcbEGI/AAAAAAAAASA/sbcFjTf8PKk/s1600-h/deer+and+tulips+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060465333997604962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpiaOcbEGI/AAAAAAAAASA/sbcFjTf8PKk/s320/deer+and+tulips+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpiaucbEHI/AAAAAAAAASI/kVsfuhpyqok/s1600-h/deer+and+tulips+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060465342587539570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpiaucbEHI/AAAAAAAAASI/kVsfuhpyqok/s320/deer+and+tulips+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpibOcbEII/AAAAAAAAASQ/BcgXXTp3Md4/s1600-h/deer+and+tulips+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060465351177474178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpibOcbEII/AAAAAAAAASQ/BcgXXTp3Md4/s320/deer+and+tulips+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our beautiful neighborhood is chock full of deer and rabbits. In fact, the latter live under our front porch and I'd smoke them out if I thought I could get their dead bodies out afterwards. It's not that they aren't fun for the kids to chase but they eat my blossoms. And I don't like it. Yes, they were here first it's just that I don't care! And they breed much too quickly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I digress, my mom-in-law (who is wonderful) gave me some "flower money" for my birthday (she knows the way to her daughter's heart!) and boy, did I use it! My neighbor let me know that WalMart had daffodils and tulips 1/2 off and so I went and loaded up.  They were nearly 6" tall already and on the verge of blooming.  They are lovely!  Thanks, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2892630667377058541?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2892630667377058541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2892630667377058541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2892630667377058541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2892630667377058541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/05/deer-and-rabbit-food-12-off.html' title='Deer and Rabbit Food 1/2 Off'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjpiaOcbEGI/AAAAAAAAASA/sbcFjTf8PKk/s72-c/deer+and+tulips+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8748907908948045428</id><published>2007-04-30T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:49:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaonecbEDI/AAAAAAAAARo/_7M9gg1wDUg/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Peanut+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059416627537973298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaonecbEDI/AAAAAAAAARo/_7M9gg1wDUg/s320/Kiki+and+Peanut+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaonucbEEI/AAAAAAAAARw/yLvu1n0kzKU/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Peanut+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059416631832940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaonucbEEI/AAAAAAAAARw/yLvu1n0kzKU/s320/Kiki+and+Peanut+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaooOcbEFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/G3ip6nc9qg0/s1600-h/Blue+Man+Group+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059416640422875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaooOcbEFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/G3ip6nc9qg0/s320/Blue+Man+Group+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that the snow has passed we spend most of our days outdoors. Okay, the older 2 spend most of their days outdoors and I lounge around inside mopping, sweeping, and doing laundry. Maybe "lounge" isn't the word. But I have been tidying up the yard and getting ready to plant the veggies. I love Spring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bug is now 5 and very tall for his age. He's learning to read and I'm learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;patience (sort of).  I've immersed myself in various curricula trying to decide which is the very best for us to use in the fall for homeschooling.  Sorry, Little Man, but you're about to get educated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peanut is still a tad shy and loves playing by herself--especially when the neighborhood is over during the day.  And the neighborhood is almost always over for the day!  The little braniac will also be learning to read soon--in the fall--and I daresay she'll be a faster learner than her brother.  She's a bibliophile and "does Reading lessons" with us daily.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiki is scared to death of her siblings.  If they even look at her she makes scary disgruntled noises.  Frankly, I don't blame her.  Peanut took her up the stairs (obviously, I didn't know it) and then allowed her to fall down the stairs.  Not a great experience for a 5 month old.  And is she ever the complainer!  If there's even a tiny little thing she doesn't like then we all know it immediately.  BUT, her smile and her kicking feet thrill my soul!  She will be her brother's sister to the core--a fighter and a charmer.  I can't wait to see how she grows!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8748907908948045428?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8748907908948045428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8748907908948045428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8748907908948045428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8748907908948045428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-beautiful-three.html' title='My Beautiful Three'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjaonecbEDI/AAAAAAAAARo/_7M9gg1wDUg/s72-c/Kiki+and+Peanut+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1999535493217487928</id><published>2007-04-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:41:50.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ant and the Grasshopper-- A Modern Day Tale</title><content type='html'>The Ant and the Grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD VERSION: The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ***&lt;br /&gt;MODERN VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building hishouse and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt;Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable homewith a table filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is stunned by the sharp contrast.  How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper, and everybody cries when they sing, "It's Not Easy Being Green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, "We shall overcome."Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper' s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Pelosi &amp;amp; John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failingto hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left topay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel offederal judges that Bill Clinton appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant loses the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happensto be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant has disappeared in the snow. The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1999535493217487928?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1999535493217487928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1999535493217487928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1999535493217487928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1999535493217487928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/ant-and-grasshopper-modern-day-tale.html' title='The Ant and the Grasshopper-- A Modern Day Tale'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-765411698913671274</id><published>2007-04-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:53:25.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjN77OcbEBI/AAAAAAAAARY/8_usa61VAm0/s1600-h/Saturday+Mornings+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058523063887007762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjN77OcbEBI/AAAAAAAAARY/8_usa61VAm0/s320/Saturday+Mornings+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjN77ucbECI/AAAAAAAAARg/T-HSPTd9wJU/s1600-h/Saturday+Mornings+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058523072476942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjN77ucbECI/AAAAAAAAARg/T-HSPTd9wJU/s320/Saturday+Mornings+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's nice to sleep in and then stay in pajamas for a while...and that's just what we did this morning. We jumped, played, tickled and spun around the house listening to kid music and cleaning up our rooms. Well, we still have to do a little work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-765411698913671274?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/765411698913671274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=765411698913671274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/765411698913671274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/765411698913671274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-mornings.html' title='Saturday Mornings'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RjN77OcbEBI/AAAAAAAAARY/8_usa61VAm0/s72-c/Saturday+Mornings+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6838399624516984459</id><published>2007-04-24T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:06:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring May Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri423y45vNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_UVN1C_NsSM/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Peanut+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057039763764788434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri423y45vNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_UVN1C_NsSM/s320/Kiki+and+Peanut+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri424S45vOI/AAAAAAAAARA/rx2RN2tvyFU/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Peanut+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057039772354723042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri424S45vOI/AAAAAAAAARA/rx2RN2tvyFU/s320/Kiki+and+Peanut+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone keeps telling me it's Spring here in the West but I'm just not too sure about that!  Last night as the rain-ice pelted my windows I slept with the wonderful pitter-patter.  These gorgeous tulips and daffodils are in my neighbors yard and I froze my rump off running across the street to get these photos--and I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6838399624516984459?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6838399624516984459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6838399624516984459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6838399624516984459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6838399624516984459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-showers-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April Showers Bring May Flowers'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri423y45vNI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_UVN1C_NsSM/s72-c/Kiki+and+Peanut+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4805776275416436246</id><published>2007-04-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:45:35.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri5Bii45vPI/AAAAAAAAARI/N5E-tlNoO60/s1600-h/Bug%27s+5th+Birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051493320473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri5Bii45vPI/AAAAAAAAARI/N5E-tlNoO60/s320/Bug%27s+5th+Birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri5BjC45vQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SKHYewt3OY0/s1600-h/Bug%27s+5th+Birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057051501910408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri5BjC45vQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SKHYewt3OY0/s320/Bug%27s+5th+Birthday+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We celebrated my birthday and Bug's birthday last night.  Bug got the wonderful basketball cake and I got sour cream enchiladas with all the fixins.  Yum!  Plus, I got the book I wanted and that's a great thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4805776275416436246?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4805776275416436246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4805776275416436246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4805776275416436246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4805776275416436246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-us.html' title='Happy Birthday to Us!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Ri5Bii45vPI/AAAAAAAAARI/N5E-tlNoO60/s72-c/Bug%27s+5th+Birthday+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7928138859240356629</id><published>2007-04-22T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:54:44.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOST OF NEW PHOTOS FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7928138859240356629?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7928138859240356629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7928138859240356629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7928138859240356629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7928138859240356629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/host-of-new-photos-for-your-viewing.html' title='A HOST OF NEW PHOTOS FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2850474300514530478</id><published>2007-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:16:30.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun Easter Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwkuy45vJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0iS3uBgdeGw/s1600-h/Easter+2007+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056456867983244434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwkuy45vJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0iS3uBgdeGw/s320/Easter+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwkZy45vHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NhHKznA8f5Q/s1600-h/Easter+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056456507205991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwkZy45vHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NhHKznA8f5Q/s320/Easter+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwkaS45vII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KZp8dcqGi7g/s1600-h/Easter+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056456515795926146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwkaS45vII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KZp8dcqGi7g/s320/Easter+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids colored Easter eggs (sorry, Mom has the photos) and we had my grandparents over for dinner on Sunday--we also celebrated a family birthday party for Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2850474300514530478?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2850474300514530478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2850474300514530478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2850474300514530478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2850474300514530478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-fun-easter-activities.html' title='More Fun Easter Activities'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwkuy45vJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0iS3uBgdeGw/s72-c/Easter+2007+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7854460120961691103</id><published>2007-04-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:10:28.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in the Rockies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYC45vEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HJJNT-nTkto/s1600-h/Easter+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056455377629592642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYC45vEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HJJNT-nTkto/s320/Easter+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYS45vFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ApHUQ0gpzc/s1600-h/Easter+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056455381924559954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYS45vFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ApHUQ0gpzc/s320/Easter+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYi45vGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/noUhREwx9H0/s1600-h/Easter+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056455386219527266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYi45vGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/noUhREwx9H0/s320/Easter+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing like an early April winter to remind me how much I love winter. Truly, there is something wonderful about enjoying some sunny and warm days and then getting awakened by a winter wonderland frost.  These photos really don't do the gorgeous days justice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7854460120961691103?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7854460120961691103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7854460120961691103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7854460120961691103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7854460120961691103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-in-rockies.html' title='Easter in the Rockies!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwjYC45vEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HJJNT-nTkto/s72-c/Easter+2007+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1845336185163911393</id><published>2007-04-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:02:26.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwhji45u-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nk6KOsWbA4s/s1600-h/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056453376174832610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwhji45u-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nk6KOsWbA4s/s320/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwhlC45u_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/pokOnWEkTCI/s1600-h/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056453401944636402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RiwhlC45u_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/pokOnWEkTCI/s320/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwhli45vAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kkycm1tY3sQ/s1600-h/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056453410534571010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwhli45vAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Kkycm1tY3sQ/s320/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;She has been so excited about her 3rd birthday and here it is! When asked what she wanted for her special birthday dinner, she asked for Mac n' Cheese--and not the homemade kind! I always thought homemade     Mac n' Cheese was the best kind but according to the distinguished palate of my now-3-year-old, it is NOT the same!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1845336185163911393?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1845336185163911393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1845336185163911393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1845336185163911393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1845336185163911393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/peanuts-3rd-birthday.html' title='Peanut&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Riwhji45u-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/nk6KOsWbA4s/s72-c/Peanut%27s+3rd+Birthday+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6445739581659445326</id><published>2007-03-20T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:54:25.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Man Group Auditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBXl2zyJKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/28jPnBJD9Bs/s1600-h/Copy+of+Random+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044127890534442146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBXl2zyJKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/28jPnBJD9Bs/s320/Copy+of+Random+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids were doing sidewalk paintings and Peanut decided to paint her face, hands and belly instead. Together with unmatched force they also decorated the house, grill, steps, and my terra cotta planters for that special kids-live-here look. She really was adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6445739581659445326?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6445739581659445326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6445739581659445326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6445739581659445326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6445739581659445326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/blue-man-group-auditions.html' title='Blue Man Group Auditions'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBXl2zyJKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/28jPnBJD9Bs/s72-c/Copy+of+Random+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-361468389948457223</id><published>2007-03-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:59:43.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Leanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBYqWzyJLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zzMAE6mDV2o/s1600-h/Random+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044129067355481266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBYqWzyJLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zzMAE6mDV2o/s320/Random+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wonderful Aunt Lea is here visiting Mom for her birthday and I had the pleasure of her company for a bit of the time. Thankfully, she decended the stairs to the dungeon and helped me scrapbook some of her mom's (my grandma's) photos from the 1950s. She was superb help especially because I don't know any of the people in the photos besides immediate family. And, as you can see, she spent loads of time holding Kiki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-361468389948457223?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/361468389948457223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=361468389948457223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/361468389948457223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/361468389948457223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/aunt-leanna.html' title='Aunt Leanna'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RgBYqWzyJLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zzMAE6mDV2o/s72-c/Random+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7426720334103984204</id><published>2007-03-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:34:05.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RfXjS0wfBaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gjm0rjZ0hvA/s1600-h/Random+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041185270450292130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RfXjS0wfBaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gjm0rjZ0hvA/s320/Random+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My sweet 4-year-old boy, Bug, just took the training wheels off of his bike. This was a gigantic step for him but the day finally came when he wanted them off. He spent most of the day yesterday (between church services) figuring out how to balance and take off on the bike at the same time. Being only a little biased as they boy's mother, I must say that he learned quickly. The funny thing is that he just took off right away...even though he did crash a few times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this photo shows the ugly result of one of those times. He "apple cored" himself with his bike handle and it was pretty nasty. He has since fallen a few more times (you should see the kid's legs!) but he gets right back on that horse and rides. I'm pretty impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7426720334103984204?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7426720334103984204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7426720334103984204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7426720334103984204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7426720334103984204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/battle-wounds.html' title='Battle Wounds'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RfXjS0wfBaI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gjm0rjZ0hvA/s72-c/Random+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1882582988451882063</id><published>2007-03-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:20:21.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling Stuff...</title><content type='html'>For this used-to-be-teacher, there aren't too many things more fun than pouring over curricula and product cataloges.  Now, that may sound tedious and dull for those of you out there who don't just love books and teaching, but it's a thrill for me.  I just bought a curriculum guide from Logos School (for those of you who know and love Douglass Wilson, this is his school in Moscow) and I  can't wait to get it in the mail.  On Saturday I spent quite a while at various websites looking for new and used books to buy.  Amazon.com and eBay.com were horridly disapointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mostly organized my thoughts about what to teach and when and can't wait to implement it in the fall (I'm going to wait so I can be as ready as possible).  My Bug is going to memorize, memorize, memorize and start his Spanish lessons.  He will also get to go to a charter school one day a week with his good friends.  Granted, the most fun aspect of the charter school will be walking home from school with "the gang."  And maybe the crafting projects because I hate making messes of things with crafts and I can't figure out any good ideas!  Hey, I was secondary ed for a reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1882582988451882063?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1882582988451882063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1882582988451882063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1882582988451882063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1882582988451882063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/homeschooling-stuff.html' title='Homeschooling Stuff...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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-18572348.post-1326443972618030684</id><published>2007-03-07T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:22:48.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Month Old Kiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8ch1l9XGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/obhW8x5Ekyg/s1600-h/Kiki+4+months+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039277875698424930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8ch1l9XGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/obhW8x5Ekyg/s320/Kiki+4+months+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even the casual observer of this blog could not miss the fact that we are wilderness lovers. Don't make us go to the big cities unless you want to see sure signs of claustrophobia. What did we do in L.A.? We headed for the hills. For all vacations we search for the remote outdoors--even in the dead of winter. Did you see those great New Year's photos? We love it even when it's freezing outside. No, we love it especially when it's freezing outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for this mama there is something worth more than all the vibrant sounds nature lends our ears: the sound of a baby laughing. Why? Because it isn't full of pretense or poise. There's no sarcasm or falsehood to it. Is is a pure laugh that permeates even the ugliest of moods. A child's laugh is wonderful, but it's the babies that make me thankful God gave us children as infants first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A baby ensures that we love her for her own sake. What even moderately good parent could refuse a helpless little human whatever she desires? We primp them and make sure they're better dressed than we are on most days. We coo at them and make other unintelligible noises at them just to see them give us even the briefest of smiles. We play peek-a-boo with them because it just might entertain them for 2 seconds. And we kiss their necks to smell them and then see the joy in their eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even Bug and Peanut have mimi-competitions to see who can make her smile or giggle. Sometimes I'm afraid they're going to break little Kiki's neck trying to get her to look at them so they can "win" their game. And they're cute as they peer over at Kiki and say "I love you" repeatedly to her just in case she ever forgets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy 4 months old, Kiki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1326443972618030684?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1326443972618030684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1326443972618030684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1326443972618030684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1326443972618030684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/4-month-old-kiki.html' title='4 Month Old Kiki'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8ch1l9XGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/obhW8x5Ekyg/s72-c/Kiki+4+months+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-371709663569958758</id><published>2007-03-06T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:18:56.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Worm of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8eF1l9XHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jAzSp3LKpww/s1600-h/Kiki+4+months+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039279593685343346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8eF1l9XHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jAzSp3LKpww/s320/Kiki+4+months+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a rule in our house: the kids must spend as much time as possible outside. Within that, I only allow biking when it's 40 degrees out there or warmer only because I don't want them sliding on the ice on colder days. Today is no exception. Except for breakfast, the kids have been enjoying the great outdoors for the whole day. But today is special--Peanut found the first worm of Spring. Of course, she wants to keep it in a box or a pen of some kind but sadly, the little worm has to find a home in the soil. That is, if they don't kill it first. They'll probably kill it. I'm sorry for your troubles, Little Worm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-371709663569958758?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/371709663569958758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=371709663569958758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/371709663569958758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/371709663569958758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-worm-of-spring.html' title='The First Worm of Spring'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Re8eF1l9XHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jAzSp3LKpww/s72-c/Kiki+4+months+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-3841590667265648301</id><published>2007-02-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:55:14.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temecula and Joshua Tree National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uBG8ql6I/AAAAAAAAANc/-qS-k1qYVOQ/s1600-h/California+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034863873747490722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uBG8ql6I/AAAAAAAAANc/-qS-k1qYVOQ/s320/California+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uBm8ql7I/AAAAAAAAANk/G-le0bYNXvY/s1600-h/California+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034863882337425330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uBm8ql7I/AAAAAAAAANk/G-le0bYNXvY/s320/California+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uCG8ql8I/AAAAAAAAANs/lKIuzPBwjYQ/s1600-h/California+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034863890927359938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uCG8ql8I/AAAAAAAAANs/lKIuzPBwjYQ/s320/California+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tBW8ql3I/AAAAAAAAANE/NJT_Ujr4EXQ/s1600-h/California+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034862778530830194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tBW8ql3I/AAAAAAAAANE/NJT_Ujr4EXQ/s320/California+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on our last day in California we did a lot of driving...and I mean miles of driving.  In between the miles we made a couple of stops.  First, we went to Temecula on Katy and Andrew's advise.  It is California's unknown wine country and absolutely gorgeous--even in the dead of winter.  My hubby found a few wines that he just loved so for his birthday I'm shipping home some cases.  Don't worry, he never reads my blog!  If you're in town please come by and enjoy them with us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tB28ql4I/AAAAAAAAANM/KfUC2A4zlbQ/s1600-h/California+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034862787120764802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tB28ql4I/AAAAAAAAANM/KfUC2A4zlbQ/s320/California+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tCW8ql5I/AAAAAAAAANU/gfsG1iOhmTA/s1600-h/California+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034862795710699410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9tCW8ql5I/AAAAAAAAANU/gfsG1iOhmTA/s320/California+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Temecula we went north to Joshua Tree National Park and just loved it despite the bitter cold winds.  It is truly a gorgeous area even though the tree itself is, well, ugly.  But you won't find it anywhere else!  The best viewpoint is from Key's View and we highly recommend it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-3841590667265648301?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3841590667265648301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=3841590667265648301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3841590667265648301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/3841590667265648301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/02/temecula-and-joshua-tree-national-park.html' title='Temecula and Joshua Tree National Park'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9uBG8ql6I/AAAAAAAAANc/-qS-k1qYVOQ/s72-c/California+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6574061983478993044</id><published>2007-02-18T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:25:42.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topanga Canyon on Sunday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pVG8ql0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XxUK13EadH0/s1600-h/California+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034858719786735426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pVG8ql0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XxUK13EadH0/s320/California+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pVW8ql1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/5GYY_Qs9_uY/s1600-h/California+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034858724081702738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pVW8ql1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/5GYY_Qs9_uY/s320/California+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pV28ql2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnN50f-aggE/s1600-h/California+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034858732671637346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pV28ql2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LnN50f-aggE/s320/California+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We found an RP church in L.A. proper on Sunday morning and had just enough time to get there! After church on Sunday we took a drive through the city and found some lovely little spots. One was Topenga Canyon Road which leads to the Pacific Coast Highway between Santa Monica and Malibu. The photos below are of L.A. from one of the viewpoints off the canyon road. Above you'll see the Santa Monica beach and some of the sights we saw there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034857130648835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9n4m8qlxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3FPjlcaEpgk/s320/California+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9n5W8qlyI/AAAAAAAAAME/tVBL61GHosU/s1600-h/California+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034857143533737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9n5W8qlyI/AAAAAAAAAME/tVBL61GHosU/s320/California+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9n5m8qlzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rJXY7iJX36Q/s1600-h/California+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034857147828705074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9n5m8qlzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rJXY7iJX36Q/s320/California+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6574061983478993044?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6574061983478993044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6574061983478993044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6574061983478993044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6574061983478993044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/02/topanga-canyon-on-sunday.html' title='Topanga Canyon on Sunday:'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/Rd9pVG8ql0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XxUK13EadH0/s72-c/California+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1797703437192665779</id><published>2007-01-31T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:50:11.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Habit...</title><content type='html'>First, watch this video (or at least listen to the song). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWZWZP0KrnE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWZWZP0KrnE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, realize that I'm nothing but a John Fountain copy-cat (see the link to his blog on the right and down a bit). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, listen to the song, again.  Isn't it amazing the way musicians put into poetic lyrics the garbage we all have in our lives?  Can you remember the moment you realized that it was past time to "break the habit?"  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not waxing poetic or even getting to philosophical.  And I know exactly what is worth fighting for, but I remember when the fight was so dreadful that it had to stop.  I remember that moment when screaming did not work and it was so obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I love this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1797703437192665779?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1797703437192665779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1797703437192665779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1797703437192665779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1797703437192665779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the Habit...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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-18572348.post-2846457238586470825</id><published>2007-01-28T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T08:53:57.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sick Girl and her Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RbzVCy8OmLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UAiEOQPoNWA/s1600-h/The+Kids+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025125528249473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RbzVCy8OmLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UAiEOQPoNWA/s400/The+Kids+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RbzUli8OmKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9dA3FcF3QMg/s1600-h/The+Kids+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025125025738299554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RbzUli8OmKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9dA3FcF3QMg/s400/The+Kids+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2846457238586470825?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2846457238586470825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2846457238586470825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2846457238586470825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2846457238586470825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sick-girl-and-her-papa.html' title='My Sick Girl and her Papa'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RbzVCy8OmLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UAiEOQPoNWA/s72-c/The+Kids+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4952030378150293653</id><published>2007-01-20T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:11:13.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My three children</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/364186562/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/106/364186562_e972fa5c83.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/364186562/"&gt;My three children&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/57924680@N00/"&gt;boonzfam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4952030378150293653?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4952030378150293653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4952030378150293653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4952030378150293653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4952030378150293653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-three-children.html' title='My three children'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/106/364186562_e972fa5c83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2925325254512981711</id><published>2007-01-14T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:35:27.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good to be True</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/357842886/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/357842886_daeec0e68a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/357842886/"&gt;Too Good to be True&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/57924680@N00/"&gt;boonzfam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Enough said!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2925325254512981711?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2925325254512981711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2925325254512981711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2925325254512981711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2925325254512981711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too Good to be True'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/357842886_daeec0e68a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7308412078791533232</id><published>2007-01-13T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:43:49.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Warholized</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356066775/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/356066775_78de080cc6.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356066775/"&gt;Mama Warholized&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/57924680@N00/"&gt;boonzfam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7308412078791533232?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7308412078791533232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7308412078791533232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7308412078791533232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7308412078791533232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/mama-warholized.html' title='Mama Warholized'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/356066775_78de080cc6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4857147075767805584</id><published>2007-01-13T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:34:27.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickadee</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356059333/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/356059333_5ee1809c13.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356059333/"&gt;Chickadee&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/57924680@N00/"&gt;boonzfam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4857147075767805584?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4857147075767805584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4857147075767805584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4857147075767805584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4857147075767805584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/chickadee.html' title='Chickadee'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/356059333_5ee1809c13_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5065173870304201639</id><published>2007-01-13T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:14:44.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356027218/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/356027218_5450cf9c88.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57924680@N00/356027218/"&gt;New Year's Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/57924680@N00/"&gt;boonzfam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Just trying this out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5065173870304201639?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5065173870304201639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5065173870304201639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5065173870304201639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5065173870304201639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-mosaic.html' title='New Year&amp;#39;s Mosaic'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/356027218_5450cf9c88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1575799964924588310</id><published>2007-01-13T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:40:05.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Michelle!</title><content type='html'>Shell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to officially thank you for your help and encouragement in starting this blog in the first place!  And teaching me to do the mosaics is so much fun and cool looking!  With your superb photograhing skills and clever banter, my blog is child's play compared to yours, but even child's play is fun!  :)  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1575799964924588310?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1575799964924588310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1575799964924588310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1575799964924588310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1575799964924588310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-michelle.html' title='Thank you, Michelle!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7945275140989951613</id><published>2007-01-08T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:28:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Did on Our New Year's Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTFJsEnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ot5bgCk-tiY/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017803060574687858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTFJsEnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ot5bgCk-tiY/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTVJsEoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kan_klL1H0s/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017803064869655170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTVJsEoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kan_klL1H0s/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTlJsEpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IKsCJpg3zL8/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017803069164622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTlJsEpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IKsCJpg3zL8/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRT1JsEqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K_g822DDQEw/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017803073459589794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRT1JsEqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K_g822DDQEw/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRUFJsErI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wgpGVS62KwQ/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017803077754557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRUFJsErI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wgpGVS62KwQ/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a wonderful time!  My hubby and his brother snowshoed, took the kids ice skating, sledding, and swimming, and we all relaxed!   I love living here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7945275140989951613?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7945275140989951613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7945275140989951613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7945275140989951613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7945275140989951613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-we-did-on-our-new-years-vacation.html' title='What We Did on Our New Year&apos;s Vacation'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaLRTFJsEnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ot5bgCk-tiY/s72-c/New+Year%27s+Trip+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7341835639924812394</id><published>2007-01-07T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:57:04.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does this mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaHWXVJsEmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5QvyHd4YaJY/s1600-h/New+Year%27s+Trip+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017527156170560098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaHWXVJsEmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5QvyHd4YaJY/s320/New+Year%27s+Trip+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;During the first week of the new year, our family takes our yearly vacation. Needless to say, we all look forward to that week with much anticipation. We went several miles north of Winter Park and the fun YMCA ranch for our week long hiatus and had a ball! They have every outdoor sport imaginable there minus downhill skiing and it suited us just fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, this year I saw this sign and I just don't get it. Do our kidneys need a vacation? Well, maybe yours do but mine are a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a dialysis center but, frankly, if you need dialysis that badly, shouldn't you stay home? I mean, are you really going to go through your painful and tedious kidney dialysis then jump into your ski pants and go snowshoeing? Yes, some people go on vacation to placate their family but insisting that very ill people go with family to the mountains eventhough they need serious medical attention seems bizarre. Call me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7341835639924812394?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7341835639924812394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7341835639924812394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7341835639924812394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7341835639924812394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-does-this-mean.html' title='What does this mean?'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RaHWXVJsEmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5QvyHd4YaJY/s72-c/New+Year%27s+Trip+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-6448270303997307475</id><published>2006-12-28T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:36:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRGz0Yo38I/AAAAAAAAAGU/noVcoyJlA7s/s1600-h/Christmas+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013710141219463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRGz0Yo38I/AAAAAAAAAGU/noVcoyJlA7s/s320/Christmas+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG0kYo39I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TcelvrTDGVA/s1600-h/Christmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013710154104365010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG0kYo39I/AAAAAAAAAGc/TcelvrTDGVA/s320/Christmas+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG1EYo3-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/aJkWefgSxoc/s1600-h/Christmas+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013710162694299618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG1EYo3-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/aJkWefgSxoc/s320/Christmas+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG1kYo3_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/OAwd3-hxlXg/s1600-h/Christmas+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013710171284234226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRG1kYo3_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/OAwd3-hxlXg/s320/Christmas+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-6448270303997307475?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6448270303997307475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=6448270303997307475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6448270303997307475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/6448270303997307475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-christmas-fun.html' title='More Christmas Fun...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZRGz0Yo38I/AAAAAAAAAGU/noVcoyJlA7s/s72-c/Christmas+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2701148507614938278</id><published>2006-12-25T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:20:51.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-kEYo33I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cs-0cWuN6V8/s1600-h/Christmas+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012575174636658546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-kEYo33I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cs-0cWuN6V8/s320/Christmas+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-kkYo34I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vv29ymbyvxM/s1600-h/Christmas+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012575183226593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-kkYo34I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Vv29ymbyvxM/s320/Christmas+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-lEYo35I/AAAAAAAAAFo/TzmWpWR8MWM/s1600-h/Christmas+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012575191816527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-lEYo35I/AAAAAAAAAFo/TzmWpWR8MWM/s320/Christmas+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-lkYo36I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VVpcbexdi38/s1600-h/Christmas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012575200406462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-lkYo36I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VVpcbexdi38/s320/Christmas+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-l0Yo37I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ty_ZgrK-CH8/s1600-h/Christmas+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012575204701429682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-l0Yo37I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ty_ZgrK-CH8/s320/Christmas+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2701148507614938278?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2701148507614938278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2701148507614938278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2701148507614938278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2701148507614938278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-at-our-house.html' title='Christmas at Our House'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RZA-kEYo33I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cs-0cWuN6V8/s72-c/Christmas+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4267596113204061712</id><published>2006-12-18T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:43:54.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug's Photo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa3A0Yo3wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/myiRb6svvT0/s1600-h/soren"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009892860186124034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa3A0Yo3wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/myiRb6svvT0/s320/soren%27s+photos+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My little Bug took this photo all by himself and he really wants Grandma Lil to have it!  Here's to you, Gram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4267596113204061712?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4267596113204061712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4267596113204061712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4267596113204061712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4267596113204061712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/bugs-photo.html' title='Bug&apos;s Photo...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa3A0Yo3wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/myiRb6svvT0/s72-c/soren%27s+photos+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2089173173407472053</id><published>2006-12-17T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:49:50.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The structurers of Catan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4SkYo3xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/42ihzcCKxYo/s1600-h/catan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894264640429842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4SkYo3xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/42ihzcCKxYo/s320/catan+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4S0Yo3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C1V2-3PCNN4/s1600-h/catan+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894268935397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4S0Yo3yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/C1V2-3PCNN4/s320/catan+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4TEYo3zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_stRrcoQeCw/s1600-h/catan+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894273230364466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4TEYo3zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_stRrcoQeCw/s320/catan+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4TkYo30I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GVhqi-potms/s1600-h/catan+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894281820299074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4TkYo30I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GVhqi-potms/s320/catan+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4UEYo31I/AAAAAAAAAEs/eSFE63qrgEE/s1600-h/catan+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894290410233682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4UEYo31I/AAAAAAAAAEs/eSFE63qrgEE/s320/catan+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2089173173407472053?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2089173173407472053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2089173173407472053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2089173173407472053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2089173173407472053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/structurers-of-catan.html' title='The structurers of Catan...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYa4SkYo3xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/42ihzcCKxYo/s72-c/catan+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-2065808872990932568</id><published>2006-12-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:35:21.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp4jVzGTI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhnDmSMWb7o/s1600-h/family+photo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008189574660430130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp4jVzGTI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhnDmSMWb7o/s320/family+photo+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp5DVzGUI/AAAAAAAAADM/fFfr55sg9eg/s1600-h/family+photo+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008189583250364738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp5DVzGUI/AAAAAAAAADM/fFfr55sg9eg/s320/family+photo+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp5jVzGVI/AAAAAAAAADU/jScJqNGGzhY/s1600-h/family+photo+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008189591840299346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp5jVzGVI/AAAAAAAAADU/jScJqNGGzhY/s320/family+photo+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp6jVzGWI/AAAAAAAAADc/I1PhdR55pno/s1600-h/family+photo+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008189609020168546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp6jVzGWI/AAAAAAAAADc/I1PhdR55pno/s320/family+photo+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp6zVzGXI/AAAAAAAAADk/p0t7fn2INA8/s1600-h/family+photo+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008189613315135858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp6zVzGXI/AAAAAAAAADk/p0t7fn2INA8/s320/family+photo+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the kind of day I look forward to with trepidation. Firstly, we have a newborn and who knows how she'll behave...I half expected her to cry through the entire shoot. Secondly, my hubby looks like death warmed over in all the photos I take of him. Truly, he does. He has black circles around his eyes and they're usually half closed.  Thirdly, my kiddos have the goofiest on-demand smiles.  They scrunch their faces all up and just look silly.  I hope for the best and expect the worst.  Thankfully, this is what we ended up with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-2065808872990932568?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2065808872990932568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=2065808872990932568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2065808872990932568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/2065808872990932568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/family-photo-day.html' title='Family Photo Day'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RYCp4jVzGTI/AAAAAAAAADE/LhnDmSMWb7o/s72-c/family+photo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7910405981941373669</id><published>2006-12-12T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:18:24.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in Time for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX8jflZx7iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nYJSro2tixM/s1600-h/1933156031.01-AQJ31YZH90WD6._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V34684510_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007760336182439458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX8jflZx7iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nYJSro2tixM/s320/1933156031.01-AQJ31YZH90WD6._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V34684510_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, for those of you who know John Fountain, and those who don't, he's apparently illustrated a children's book with his fiancee as the celebrated author. I'm sure it's a delightful book and I've ordered my own copy. The kiddos will get an extra gift this year! If you want your own, see the URL below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I haven't read it, the book cover looks adorable and funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Birthday Wishes' is a story told entirely in rhyme about about twins who take 'sibling rivalry' to a whole new level when they discover that every year their birthday wishes actually come true. As we all know, siblings are prone to wicked pranks, and thus begins their 'wishing war' as they induce all manner of horrors on one another whenever their birthday comes around. (note: I plagurized this last bit from John's blog--look to the left for his URL--so you all would at least know something of what it's about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1933156031/sr=1-1/qid=1165955400/ref=sr_1_1/105-4343581-3041242?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1933156031/sr=1-1/qid=1165955400/ref=sr_1_1/105-4343581-3041242?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7910405981941373669?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7910405981941373669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7910405981941373669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7910405981941373669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7910405981941373669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-in-time-for-christmas.html' title='Just in Time for Christmas!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX8jflZx7iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nYJSro2tixM/s72-c/1933156031.01-AQJ31YZH90WD6._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V34684510_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7293817997600411094</id><published>2006-12-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:59:40.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tante Shari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX3iiKKo8NI/AAAAAAAAACs/eMZLGERktk8/s1600-h/Cute+Outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007407437178269906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX3iiKKo8NI/AAAAAAAAACs/eMZLGERktk8/s320/Cute+Outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A huge thanks to Tante Shari for the wonderful little outfit for our chickadee! I liked it so much I had to put her in it right away and just see how great it looked. There is a cute sweater that goes with it but I couldn't get her to be happy long enough to take a reasonable photo of her with it.  It's such a warm and cuddly outfit and the owl is great!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7293817997600411094?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7293817997600411094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7293817997600411094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7293817997600411094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7293817997600411094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-tante-shari.html' title='For Tante Shari'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RX3iiKKo8NI/AAAAAAAAACs/eMZLGERktk8/s72-c/Cute+Outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1781010456324388231</id><published>2006-12-08T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:10:28.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, more of my sad humor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXn-xqKo8MI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YafBY0W0_Q/s1600-h/deadsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006312589884977346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXn-xqKo8MI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YafBY0W0_Q/s320/deadsanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1781010456324388231?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1781010456324388231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1781010456324388231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1781010456324388231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1781010456324388231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-more-of-my-sad-humor.html' title='Okay, more of my sad humor...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXn-xqKo8MI/AAAAAAAAACc/_YafBY0W0_Q/s72-c/deadsanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-8074119408053557160</id><published>2006-12-07T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:02:40.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to be kidding me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXjj2KKo8LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rb2RDLy9JK8/s1600-h/!cid_001101c70c2a$6955f830$6C8DFEDB@musehomedell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006001505403728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXjj2KKo8LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rb2RDLy9JK8/s320/!cid_001101c70c2a%246955f830%246C8DFEDB%40musehomedell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-8074119408053557160?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8074119408053557160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=8074119408053557160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8074119408053557160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/8074119408053557160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/youve-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You&apos;ve got to be kidding me!'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXjj2KKo8LI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rb2RDLy9JK8/s72-c/!cid_001101c70c2a%246955f830%246C8DFEDB%40musehomedell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-1914940144913040475</id><published>2006-12-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T07:32:35.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from  then on.    As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.  If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game . He made me laugh, and he  made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.     Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.  (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with  four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and  my mother blush.  My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes  blatant, sometimes suggestive, and general ly embarrassing.   I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... and NEVER asked to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures. His name?....We just call him, "TV."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-1914940144913040475?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1914940144913040475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=1914940144913040475' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1914940144913040475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/1914940144913040475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/stranger.html' title='The Stranger'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-7396866111593372185</id><published>2006-12-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:45:13.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread House Raising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSLHnVZKI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQsKtPLypss/s1600-h/Gingerbread+Houses+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005208018100774050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSLHnVZKI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQsKtPLypss/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSMnnVZLI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Muq5Ds0mhc/s1600-h/Gingerbread+Houses+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005208043870577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSMnnVZLI/AAAAAAAAABo/6Muq5Ds0mhc/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSNXnVZMI/AAAAAAAAABw/_F85Dx1HC_c/s1600-h/Gingerbread+Houses+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005208056755479746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSNXnVZMI/AAAAAAAAABw/_F85Dx1HC_c/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSOXnVZNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e_MrMdB3uKI/s1600-h/Gingerbread+Houses+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005208073935348946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSOXnVZNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e_MrMdB3uKI/s320/Gingerbread+Houses+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year I organize a gingerbread party at the bakery. It is our one family tradition that I stick to yearly without fail...so far. But we love decorating the houses which mainly consists of loading them up with as much candy as we can possibly fit on the little house.  The whole thing is edible and I end the year telling the kids they can only eat a little each day.  Thankfully, the house gets tossed in January so they can't pig out too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-7396866111593372185?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7396866111593372185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=7396866111593372185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7396866111593372185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/7396866111593372185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/gingerbread-house-raising.html' title='Gingerbread House Raising'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXYSLHnVZKI/AAAAAAAAABg/NQsKtPLypss/s72-c/Gingerbread+Houses+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-4114856980130878125</id><published>2006-12-04T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:18:23.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSekXnVZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4HWH14FE8uI/s1600-h/Sledding+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004799433566938210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSekXnVZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4HWH14FE8uI/s320/Sledding+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSelHnVZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0qJJsumMEQQ/s1600-h/Sledding+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004799446451840114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSelHnVZHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0qJJsumMEQQ/s320/Sledding+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSelXnVZII/AAAAAAAAABA/oR_ep8kMI7E/s1600-h/Sledding+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004799450746807426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSelXnVZII/AAAAAAAAABA/oR_ep8kMI7E/s320/Sledding+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSemHnVZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/sJYOGEsUaZU/s1600-h/Sledding+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004799463631709330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSemHnVZJI/AAAAAAAAABI/sJYOGEsUaZU/s320/Sledding+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took the kids to the park and we had a great time. The sledding hills there are great and vary in degrees of scariness. By the time we'd sledded for an hour or so both of the kids were on the tallest, scariest and fastest hill! They had a blast and never once complained about having to carry the sled to the top each time! I love to sled in 52 degree weather! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-4114856980130878125?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4114856980130878125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=4114856980130878125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4114856980130878125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/4114856980130878125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/sledding-fun.html' title='Sledding Fun...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXSekXnVZGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4HWH14FE8uI/s72-c/Sledding+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18572348.post-5637442655210748313</id><published>2006-12-02T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:29:38.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Angels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwEHnVZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_uODYKZHWO8/s1600-h/Snow+Angels+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004044614539502642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwEHnVZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_uODYKZHWO8/s320/Snow+Angels+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwEnnVZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lm87uU2vLVI/s1600-h/Snow+Angels+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004044623129437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwEnnVZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lm87uU2vLVI/s320/Snow+Angels+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwFHnVZFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ENCoVQlHjuI/s1600-h/Snow+Angels+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004044631719371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwFHnVZFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ENCoVQlHjuI/s320/Snow+Angels+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;My precious snow angels! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18572348-5637442655210748313?l=theweightofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5637442655210748313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18572348&amp;postID=5637442655210748313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5637442655210748313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18572348/posts/default/5637442655210748313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweightofdays.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow-angels.html' title='Snow Angels...'/><author><name>The Mama of the House</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T81QFDPfkQg/RXHwEHnVZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_uODYKZHWO8/s72-c/Snow+Angels+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
