<?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-5780251115053123485</id><updated>2012-01-17T20:55:41.781-06:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Yearbook pictures'/><category term='Dollar Therapy'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='So you think you can dance'/><category term='Grey&apos;s'/><category term='Shogun'/><category term='Conversations with Ethan'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='ear infection'/><category term='Election Day'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='ethan cars table'/><category term='chipotle'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='tag'/><category term='Scam'/><category term='Ethan&apos;s birthday'/><category term='6 months old'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='ugh'/><category term='clutter'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Deborah'/><category term='family'/><category term='sweet potato crisp'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='The TV and my addiction to it'/><category term='Emma Grace'/><category term='dance class'/><category term='March for Babies'/><category term='3rd year'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Car'/><category term='work'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='TV'/><category term='CHICKEN'/><category term='pumpkin cake'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='Conversations with Ethan and Emma'/><category term='The Woes of Potty Training'/><category term='Nationals'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='October'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Lindsay'/><category term='I love this boy'/><category term='Brian Frizzies Car'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Baby McGuire'/><category term='game'/><category term='4th of July'/><category term='stockings'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Life with B'/><category term='Life'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Brian'/><category term='Emma update'/><category term='Disney World'/><category term='FSN'/><category term='church'/><category term='Lacey'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='Holiday recipes'/><category term='food'/><category term='Burn Notice'/><category term='husband'/><category term='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><category term='Highsteppers'/><category term='My life in The Office'/><category term='pumpkin patch'/><category term='4 years old'/><category term='The Office'/><category term='PUMPKINS'/><category term='The Bourne Ultimatum'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Tasty Tuesday'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Mama of 2 E's</title><subtitle type='html'>The Ramblings of Motherhood</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1928159636064836460</id><published>2010-12-01T22:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:49:10.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Hey there!  I can't sleep and thought I could at least catch up on blogging.  HA.  And Blogger is not arranging my pictures correctly or letting ME arrange them.  But, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchJSEG36I/AAAAAAAAA4o/DtCuIc66rh8/s1600/100_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545937909481660322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchJSEG36I/AAAAAAAAA4o/DtCuIc66rh8/s400/100_3006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two kiddos are growing faster than I can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchJLjKweI/AAAAAAAAA4g/N3jEYkuwURM/s1600/100_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545937907732890082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchJLjKweI/AAAAAAAAA4g/N3jEYkuwURM/s400/100_3057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan had a 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday H&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alloween&lt;/span&gt; Party this year!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIwqNOYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/j3aslStYAh0/s1600/100_3121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545937900514654594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIwqNOYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/j3aslStYAh0/s400/100_3121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma Grace. I promise to catch up on her individually SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIvHgL4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/FVaVDWpWnh8/s1600/100_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545937900100661122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIvHgL4I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/FVaVDWpWnh8/s400/100_3134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan, or as we call him, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ethee&lt;/span&gt;.  His sister dubbed him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIe3qvhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/8E2Ak73odO8/s1600/E%2526M1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545937895739276818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchIe3qvhI/AAAAAAAAA4I/8E2Ak73odO8/s400/E%2526M1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look at this picture and can't really sum up how much I love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936781844220226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgHpSZCUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Y5BNYvwYnI8/s400/100_2898.JPG" /&gt;Ethan played soccer this fall.  By the last game I think he finally figured out what to do! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgHJZyusI/AAAAAAAAA34/WmGj5PjW_0M/s1600/100_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936773285329602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgHJZyusI/AAAAAAAAA34/WmGj5PjW_0M/s400/100_2928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PUMPKINS&lt;/span&gt;!  And so does Emma.  She prefers any pumpkin the same size or larger than herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgG0GH1CI/AAAAAAAAA3w/59_v7YRPgDM/s1600/100_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936767565681698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgG0GH1CI/AAAAAAAAA3w/59_v7YRPgDM/s400/100_2933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgGdMyMhI/AAAAAAAAA3o/JORumHxXzkI/s1600/100_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936761419608594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgGdMyMhI/AAAAAAAAA3o/JORumHxXzkI/s400/100_2992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan's class &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;field trip&lt;/span&gt; to "The Pumpkin Patch"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgGAFAeuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/MxigFREl9n0/s1600/100_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545936753602362082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPcgGAFAeuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/MxigFREl9n0/s400/100_3008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; ever.  Ethan never looks at the camera.  Even if his FACE is looking his eyes are not.  And Emma.  She wanted to stand by the door for her picture.  Her mouth is crooked because she is saying, "CHEESE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce3nLrqyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/b7DS3T4Tu5w/s1600/100_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935406889675554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce3nLrqyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/b7DS3T4Tu5w/s400/100_2875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Zoo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935404625850098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce3ev8bvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hWwtn4obMpc/s400/100_2841.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only in the 80's that day so it wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935389696059298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce2nIZ56I/AAAAAAAAA3A/ysgCcIaIVI4/s400/100_2777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POOL HONEY!  We set up a soft side pool in the back this year.  The kids LOVED it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce3PwKynI/AAAAAAAAA3I/TLKdHTyRljY/s1600/100_2818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935400600259186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce3PwKynI/AAAAAAAAA3I/TLKdHTyRljY/s400/100_2818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and I went to Dallas for the weekend with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LifeGroup&lt;/span&gt;.  He and I toured Texas Stadium while we were there.  Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545935384830849058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPce2VAcsCI/AAAAAAAAA24/ICaItiBG2OQ/s400/100_2788.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing in the hose IN the pool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope to be catching up more often.  Life is so busy.  Fun, but busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1928159636064836460?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1928159636064836460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1928159636064836460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1928159636064836460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1928159636064836460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2010/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/TPchJSEG36I/AAAAAAAAA4o/DtCuIc66rh8/s72-c/100_3006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-460255129155694305</id><published>2010-07-23T11:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:35:20.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Am</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write this post for about a week. The words are in my head they are just hard to put down. So I'll just start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I took a pregnancy test and it immediately showed a positive result. I should have expected it seeing as how I'd been nauseated for over a week but I had chosen to ignore it. I began to cry. I was terrified that I would have a sick pregnancy like with Emma and didn't know what I would do. Brian just smiled. He was happy. And he assured me that while we didn't plan on this happening, our Creator did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with my doctor's nurse the next week to confirm I was pregnant. Because I had no clue the first day of my last period we scheduled an ultrasound for July 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that morning, Brian went to the appointment with me. After the ultrasound my doctor told me that once she measured 6 weeks and once she measured 7 weeks. Her concern was that she did not see a heartbeat. If I was 6 weeks that didn't concern her as much as if I were 7. She wanted us to have a 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; ultrasound at the hospital the following week. It was the longest week ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I went for the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; ultrasound. I knew the tech couldn't tell me anything but I was hoping to see the monitor. All I saw was the back of the machine. About 4:30, one of the doctors in the practice called me. (My doc was out of town) I think deep down I knew the answer already but I hoped I was wrong. The 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; ultrasound confirmed there was no heartbeat. We are not sure why. The doctors assured me that nothing could have prevented or caused it. Sometimes it just happens. She gave me a list of options- waiting, surgery or a pill. We decided to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with my doctor on the 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to discuss the options in detail. After talking to Brian and my mom and praying about it, I decided that the surgery would be best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I am. Thursday I had surgery at noon. I remember walking back to the OR and the nurses putting on the monitors. I remember the anesthesiologist telling me he was giving me the gas to put me out. Then I remember waking up in the recovery area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical recovery has not been hard but the emotional side of it has. I can't really describe how I feel. I'm sad and heartbroken that this child will not be part of our lives anymore. I feel like staying in bed with my head under the covers but I can't. I still have my 2 kids who need me. They keep me going. The hurt is easier each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-460255129155694305?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/460255129155694305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=460255129155694305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/460255129155694305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/460255129155694305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-i-am.html' title='Where I Am'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7566037064545631622</id><published>2010-01-31T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:37:47.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Catching up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN!  I love Halloween.  It is one of my favorite holidays.  It's even more fun when you are a parent.  And rather than tell you all about it I'll just show you some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSsMFahxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JZlYeHyh0Mw/s1600-h/100_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909813348206354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSsMFahxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JZlYeHyh0Mw/s400/100_1921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma the Octopus at Moter's Day Out.  She really does have 8 legs- just look closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSrkQc_sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2cNQN6DOHDM/s1600-h/100_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909802657087170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSrkQc_sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2cNQN6DOHDM/s400/100_1972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb and Ethan a.k.a. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee the Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSUb9itDI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zNA_vMwqF04/s1600-h/100_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909405293294642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSUb9itDI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zNA_vMwqF04/s400/100_1973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WST6oPFkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ZGhr53KU8gE/s1600-h/100_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909396345558594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WST6oPFkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ZGhr53KU8gE/s400/100_1991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay came in town for the weekend (which was also Mom's birthday weekend).  This was the only picture they were all looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSTdeW_VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NK3tw-nwQWc/s1600-h/100_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909388519505234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSTdeW_VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/NK3tw-nwQWc/s400/100_1997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSTOim0rI/AAAAAAAAA2A/TE0Hqj2aAvU/s1600-h/100_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909384510788274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSTOim0rI/AAAAAAAAA2A/TE0Hqj2aAvU/s400/100_2008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSSdnv6mI/AAAAAAAAA14/7uK7iHeBjG4/s1600-h/100_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432909371379018338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSSdnv6mI/AAAAAAAAA14/7uK7iHeBjG4/s400/100_2012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun.  We trick-or-treated in Mimi and Papa's neighborhood then came back to ours.  Our neighborhood is always lively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKSGIVING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have no pictures from Thanksgiving.  It's probably because I was busy in the kitchen all morning.  And, pardon me for tooting my own horn, it was probably the best meal I have ever made.  The gravy was by far the best I've ever made.  That's not saying alot considering my gravy is rarely ever great.  But I don't generally eat it so it's hard to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents were in Florida and my sister went to her in-laws.  My Uncle Paul and Papa Charles came over for lunch and we stuffed ourselves.  We also had leftovers for a week!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma tried some sweet potatoes and really liked them.  I'm hoping she'll continue to like them so I won't be the only one who eats them.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7566037064545631622?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7566037064545631622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7566037064545631622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7566037064545631622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7566037064545631622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2010/01/halloween-and-thanksgiving.html' title='Halloween and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S2WSsMFahxI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JZlYeHyh0Mw/s72-c/100_1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7048081117641284584</id><published>2010-01-16T08:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:41:10.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 years old'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ethan!</title><content type='html'>In October we celebrated Ethan's fourth birthday. 4! I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday will almost always fall during Fall Break. This year we went to Alabama during break to visit with Brian's mom, sister, step-dad and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343606033103874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HMQR-XPAI/AAAAAAAAA1o/k675d5nZjRI/s400/100_1613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HMQh2BMOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/5NThdulZ214/s1600-h/100_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343610293072098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HMQh2BMOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/5NThdulZ214/s400/100_1628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For his birthday party at home we headed to The Pumpkin Patch! We had great weather that day. It was simple and easy- we had a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343214029742226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HL5dpeoJI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/_2o3FH7nRBU/s400/100_1857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evie and Emma- they are 3 weeks apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343200491668450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HL4rNwA-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/ehHzsvgrfpQ/s400/100_1870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Birthday Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343192346148018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HL4M3tPLI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Xmy21nHymvo/s400/100_1868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341748421901506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HKkJ1VvMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/HhLHeVDm3xk/s400/100_1802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341757172089122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HKkqbjASI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pm77OPaiGXI/s400/100_1807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341743139105762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HKj2J0q-I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/q34qR0w6HsY/s400/100_1799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan and his new friend, Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341772800527170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HKlkpqC0I/AAAAAAAAA04/xwpIO2qJAgo/s400/100_1864.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343208256679538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HL5IJErnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Qh60Qt7cohI/s400/100_1876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mimi took Ethan and Chloe to ride the camel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343221052272978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HL53zx8VI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cgT3xs8ghd0/s400/100_1891.JPG" /&gt; I didn't think he would actually ride it but he loved it! I think it helped to ride with a pretty girl. He had to act all macho.&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341760275843010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HKk1_ih8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IugBS8DBdSQ/s400/100_1856.JPG" /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7048081117641284584?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7048081117641284584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7048081117641284584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7048081117641284584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7048081117641284584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ethan!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/S1HMQR-XPAI/AAAAAAAAA1o/k675d5nZjRI/s72-c/100_1613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6274786482349770709</id><published>2010-01-16T08:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:06:32.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This time I am for real.  This time I'm really going to try to post more.  That's all I will say.  Posts coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6274786482349770709?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6274786482349770709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6274786482349770709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6274786482349770709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6274786482349770709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-time-i-am-for-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8809523781724719610</id><published>2009-11-17T19:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:45:51.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 months old'/><title type='text'>LOOK!  A POST!</title><content type='html'>(I had an entire post written before Blogger decided to go stupid on me so you get what you get. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma is 6 months old today! I can hardly believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some facts about Emma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She can sit by herself for short periods of time.  Sometimes she's a bit wobbly still :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Her tongue goes 90 miles an hour and is rarely her IN her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is a great growler.  Some people (strangers in Wal-Mart) confuse it for crying but we know she's just talking to us.&lt;br /&gt;4. She started eating rice cereal about 4 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;5. She tried green beans for the first time yesterday and ate half a jar.  Today she finished the jar and SCREAMED (I mean SCREAMED) for more.&lt;br /&gt;6. She thinks her brother, Ethan, is HILARIOUS.  He can almost always make her smile and laugh.  Especially in the car.&lt;br /&gt;7. She likes Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Wow! Wow! Wubzy though she doesn't watch much.  Those two can grab her attention more than any others.&lt;br /&gt;8. She loves her feet.&lt;br /&gt;9. She is still a happy, happy baby.  I still pray she'll continue to be a happy, happy baby.  When people comment on her happiness I assure them that it's because I prayed she would be and God answers prayer.  Because He does.&lt;br /&gt;10. She loves our animals.  Kate, our dog, can get some good giggles out of her.  Kate just lets Emma do whatever she wants- pull hair, drool on her, squeal at her.  The cat fascinates her too but keeps more of a distance.  He learned from Ethan that little people pull hair and sit on you.&lt;br /&gt;11. She rolls back to front but not front to back...at least that I've seen.  The other day she was on the playmat and when I looked back she wasn't near it.  I assume she rolled but didn't see it. &lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite thing she does is when she is eating.  She will look up at my eyes and reach her hand toward my face and just grab at me.  It's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!  More posts will come soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpRQy9rOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RhiWBEI5hok/s1600/100_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405279723062144226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpRQy9rOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/RhiWBEI5hok/s400/100_2017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Woodward Park for Mimi's birthday.  (also see &lt;a href="http://www.cadelinephotographyblog.com/"&gt;www.cadelinephotographyblog.com&lt;/a&gt;.  To see all of them email me for the password on Cheri's site.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpRFGF7pI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8952fYUX1z0/s1600/100_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405279719921151634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpRFGF7pI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8952fYUX1z0/s400/100_2033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laughing at Papa McGuire at Ethan's soccer game.  (Notice the short sleeves she's in...that was 1 1/2 weeks ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQ0kUvPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/E5z_7915FtQ/s1600/100_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405279715484548338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQ0kUvPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/E5z_7915FtQ/s400/100_2051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No caption is needed for this one...besides- MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQivNnCI/AAAAAAAAAz4/tACPdV-y77o/s1600/Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405279710698380322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQivNnCI/AAAAAAAAAz4/tACPdV-y77o/s400/Em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas!  Courtesy of Beth (&lt;a href="http://www.bethhughesphotography.com/"&gt;www.bethhughesphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;)  Beth took a few shots of Ethan and Emma as samples for her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQVm6h0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/i_aA3ymRNqU/s1600/E+and+Em+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405279707173914434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SwNpQVm6h0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/i_aA3ymRNqU/s400/E+and+Em+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, she is the cutest thing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still wouldn't trade her for the world!!&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/5780251115053123485-8809523781724719610?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8809523781724719610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8809523781724719610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8809523781724719610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8809523781724719610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-post.html' title='LOOK!  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I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm sitting on the marbles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for a second wondering why on Earth he was sitting on marbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "I am a dinosaur and they are my eggs.  I have to sit on them carefully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay." I said.  "It's time to put them away and go to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Mom, but please be gentle when you put them in the bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a smart, imaginitive kid who pretends to be a dinosaur.  Not only that, he pretends to be a loving and caring dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes all the bouncingoffthewalltalkingandsingingsoloudnotlisteningOMGdrivingmecrazy times totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6797539219384955377?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6797539219384955377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6797539219384955377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6797539219384955377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6797539219384955377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-dinosaur-ethanosaurus.html' title='My Dinosaur- The Ethanosaurus'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4050953832885232391</id><published>2009-08-25T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:07:22.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Libs</title><content type='html'>Last night, Ethan wanted to tell stories. Made up stories are much better than the number of books we have...for him. For me they are much more difficult. If they weren't I'd be a millionaire selling all my great children's stories. Mine are generally pretty lame but he likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story was even more lame than usual so I decided I would try a fill-in the blanks style story and he could help. It went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little boy named &lt;u&gt;ETHAN.&lt;/u&gt; He had a friend named &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommypose.blogspot.com/"&gt;MIA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Her hair was &lt;u&gt;BLONDE&lt;/u&gt; and her eyes were &lt;u&gt;BLUE&lt;/u&gt;. They had so much fun together. They liked to &lt;u&gt;PLAY&lt;/u&gt; and they also liked to &lt;u&gt;HUG&lt;/u&gt;. (He said with a smile) Ethan and Mia's favorite game was &lt;u&gt;THE CHERRY GAME!&lt;/u&gt; (I am assuming he means Hi Ho Cherry-O!) At school they &lt;u&gt;GO UPSTAIRS AND READ BOOKS.&lt;/u&gt; They also eat lunch together. Today for lunch Ethan had &lt;u&gt;A HOTDOG! AND CAPRI SUN!&lt;/u&gt; Mia ate &lt;u&gt;GRAPES!...AND CARROTS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally lame but I loved hearing his answers. He was so excited to give them. He was also very excited about his new friend, Mia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4050953832885232391?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4050953832885232391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4050953832885232391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4050953832885232391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4050953832885232391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/mad-libs.html' title='Mad Libs'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6967354992996881946</id><published>2009-08-17T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:06:06.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>Emma is 3 months old today! THREE WHOLE MONTHS!  Today was her first official day at preschool.  She and I got to hang out all day which was awesome.  Ethan had a great time in his class and has already made friends.  Some better than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's just say we had a talk today about not kissing our friends.  Specifically girls.  But that's a story for another day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things about Emma at 3 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has really started vocalizing especially when her Daddy is listening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She laughs alot when she is tickled but we still haven't heard a big belly laugh.  Mostly just cackles.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her favorite past-time is swinging.  LOVES IT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good way to stop her cries is to step outside.  The minute she is outdoors she is content even if Mommy is melting due to the horrific heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She knows her brother and likes him...most of the time.  She talks and smiles at him a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She holds tight to her blankets and likes them on her face to fall asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a much better night sleeper than napper.  I am NOT complaining!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She can't quite reach for me yet but she can throw her body and lean towards me.  She has done that several times in the last week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She drools and spits up alot.  We change our outfits several times a day.  "Our" includes me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She despises being wet or dirty and let's us know when she is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try and post some new pictures soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6967354992996881946?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6967354992996881946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6967354992996881946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6967354992996881946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6967354992996881946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3784877589962559634</id><published>2009-08-13T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:52:47.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan and Emma'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories by Ethan</title><content type='html'>Ethan wanted to tell Emma a story tonight.  It went pretty much like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl named Emma.  Then there was a monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert monster RAWR! here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the monster ate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pretends to eat his sister]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM! YUM! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did make it very clear after his story that he was just pretending to eat his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3784877589962559634?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3784877589962559634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3784877589962559634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3784877589962559634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3784877589962559634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/bedtime-stories-by-ethan.html' title='Bedtime Stories by Ethan'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7375179401923275751</id><published>2009-08-12T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:20:17.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning Emma was on my bed while I was getting ready. Ethan came in and climbed right next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked to her and she smiled. Then he looked up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am her brother and she is my Honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned back to her, "Hi, Honey. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about melting your heart. He's continued to call her Honey all day. I didn't correct him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7375179401923275751?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7375179401923275751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7375179401923275751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7375179401923275751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7375179401923275751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1206827825415221000</id><published>2009-08-11T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:28:05.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years</title><content type='html'>Today Brian and I celebrated our 8th anniversary.  We got a baby-sitter and went to P.F. Chang's and talked without being interrupted.  After dinner we went to Wal-Mart to by dog food without any whining for a toy.   We picked up the kids and came home for cake (from Merrit's!) and laughed around the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be much to some, but it was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1206827825415221000?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1206827825415221000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1206827825415221000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1206827825415221000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1206827825415221000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-years.html' title='8 years'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1780986248539479600</id><published>2009-07-30T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:26:09.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>As Ethan would say, "I QUIT!"</title><content type='html'>I posted on Tuesday about quitting my job. Vague- I know. But at the time I didn't have time to write much about it and I wanted to mark the day I did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about quitting my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for some time (and if you read my blog often you know) about whether or not I should stay home, stay at this job, get a new job, etc. In the last few weeks, the office has been almost unbearable for me. I've shed some tears, been angry and hurt and I knew that God had a better place for me. (Today is the first time in 3 weeks that Linda has spoken nicely if at all to me.)  I knew there could possibly be an opportunity at a pre-school for me and began praying that God would work it out if it was His will for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, Brian and I knew we needed a different child-care situation. Brian has been watching the kids while I am at work. He loves spending time with them, but two is much more difficult that one. Especially one baby and a wild and crazy 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, Kristi sent me a message. She had an opening and wondered if I wanted it. I quickly replied with a yes. Right now I’ll be working one day a week and both my children will go with me. I may be there a few more days if she needs me. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about this new adventure. Ethan is really excited to be going to a new school. (He’ll still remain at his old MDO on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He’d miss all his girlfriends! Not joking.) I’m excited to be with my kids each day- or at least be close to them. I’m excited that Brian can work a shift that allows us to actually see each other more than 2 days a week. I’m excited to see Kristi more often. I’m excited to work in a place that people act like 4 year olds because THEY ARE. Just all around excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so faithful in providing this opportunity for me! Thank you, Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1780986248539479600?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1780986248539479600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1780986248539479600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1780986248539479600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1780986248539479600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-ethan-would-say-i-quit.html' title='As Ethan would say, &quot;I QUIT!&quot;'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3341656551534578440</id><published>2009-07-28T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:51:29.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's To Do List</title><content type='html'>Find a dress for my reunion on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a Simply Fun party with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel a weight lifted off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for His faithfulness and provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3341656551534578440?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3341656551534578440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3341656551534578440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3341656551534578440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3341656551534578440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-to-do-list.html' title='Today&apos;s To Do List'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8758304576842853807</id><published>2009-07-17T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:32:11.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>Emma is two months old today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays it feels like it's flown by so fast and others...not so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about Emma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is a great sleeper at night time. Usually she sleeps from 10pm-5am and goes back to sleep until 8ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She loves to be held upright and has started holding the collar of my shirt in her tiny hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She &lt;em&gt;generally &lt;/em&gt;only cries when she is hungry, wet or dirty or has been love pinched by her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She has really started to talk and smile a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzs2aNOXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UldEHx3Lu88/s1600-h/100_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621877160294770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzs2aNOXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UldEHx3Lu88/s400/100_1158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzsnyRbLI/AAAAAAAAAzU/V5u410S2EbM/s1600-h/100_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621873234701490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzsnyRbLI/AAAAAAAAAzU/V5u410S2EbM/s400/100_1165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzsPMQwdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/eFXM2RdIcTg/s1600-h/100_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621866632823250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzsPMQwdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/eFXM2RdIcTg/s400/100_1157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzrjgkUQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/TE9q-JgpAj8/s1600-h/100_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359621854906831106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzrjgkUQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/TE9q-JgpAj8/s400/100_1173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8758304576842853807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8758304576842853807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SmEzs2aNOXI/AAAAAAAAAzc/UldEHx3Lu88/s72-c/100_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3511877400962979246</id><published>2009-07-09T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:44:20.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's first video post</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8cb1197f30f222da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3511877400962979246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3511877400962979246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3511877400962979246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3511877400962979246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/07/emmas-first-video-post.html' title='Emma&apos;s first video post'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8344380007229623837</id><published>2009-07-08T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:03:23.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Grace'/><title type='text'>Newborn Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my favorite pictures from Emma's newborn session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cadelinephotography.com/"&gt;Cheri&lt;/a&gt; did a FANTASTIC job! (THANKS CHERI!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkJkpZk4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/n6hgW08RHRA/s1600-h/McGuire04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086341213459330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkJkpZk4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/n6hgW08RHRA/s400/McGuire04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086753710647298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkhlUZKAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/y_n8JFsPDvI/s400/McGuire26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086352520561762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkKOxORGI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-J3AeqhQx78/s400/McGuire06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086768687253186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkidHGBsI/AAAAAAAAAy0/HYNPgXwg_xs/s400/McGuire29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086748205755106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkhQz7KuI/AAAAAAAAAyc/B5aheU0JeQk/s400/McGuire18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086357783789474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkKiYEv6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-06gp9u819c/s400/McGuire11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086355257453234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkKY9v6rI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ajvLjzNT3Vs/s400/McGuire09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086371247350290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkLUiCYhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/2sfDwSgrNno/s400/McGuire12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356086760152896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkh9UWE-I/AAAAAAAAAys/jlcr3-cTBaA/s400/McGuire15.jpg" /&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/5780251115053123485-8344380007229623837?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8344380007229623837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8344380007229623837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8344380007229623837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8344380007229623837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/07/newborn-pictures.html' title='Newborn Pictures!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SlSkJkpZk4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/n6hgW08RHRA/s72-c/McGuire04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7083869776319654341</id><published>2009-07-06T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:14:12.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fed1b4b09b122e95" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3168499554250122867</id><published>2009-06-17T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:08:33.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness and pictures</title><content type='html'>I just have a few random things to say quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I took Emma for newborn pictures tonight with Cheri, who also shot my maternity pics. I can't wait to see how they turn out. I am positive they will be beautiful, just like Emma. Cheri had some great ideas and got some really, really cute shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sidenote: I mentioned maternity pictures weeks ago. I meant to write a post about them but Emma made her arrival before I got a chance. SO...if you want to see them go to Cheri's website &lt;a href="http://www.cadelinephotography.com/"&gt;http://www.cadelinephotography.com/&lt;/a&gt;. There are some under the featured link OR if you'd like to see the rest of them, email me and I'll give you the password. They were FABULOUS! I still haven't ordered all the ones I want!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm watching So You Think You Can Dance on DVR right now. First- I LOVE Melissa. I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a ballerina but I love that she is. I also like Jason and Brandon. Also, so far this season, I am not a fan of Lil' C or however he spells his name. Jonathan and Karla danced to Slowly Falling and I love that song. What was your favorite dance tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I thought I'd share some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan- so proud of his new sister.  He wakes up in the mornings and the first thing he says is "Where's Emma?"  This was our first day home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511479597314786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm62mJ_MuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Yjz4bYxPyqc/s400/100_0948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popeye is one of Emma's nicknames because she likes to open one eye to peek at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511483301510050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm62z9Iu6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/P-Bt2K8toy0/s400/100_0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoying some sunshine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511490620822674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm63POMlJI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GMCEJFWCaJ4/s400/100_0965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it was a little gas that produced the smile on her face.  But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511491564762066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm63SvP89I/AAAAAAAAAxk/atPBe2LqXd0/s400/100_1017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my favorite picture of Emma so far.  It just makes me smile and laugh.  She doesn't cry much and because of that I tend to think her crying is funny.  I'm sure if she was fussy alot or cried a lot more I wouldn't find it as funny.  And, because she was jaundice and had a hard time waking or being alert, her crying is reassuring to me- even now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm63p34YaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JptftyEKGHg/s1600-h/100_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348511497774981538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm63p34YaI/AAAAAAAAAxs/JptftyEKGHg/s400/100_1060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5780251115053123485-3168499554250122867?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3168499554250122867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3168499554250122867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3168499554250122867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3168499554250122867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness-and-pictures.html' title='Randomness and pictures'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sjm62mJ_MuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Yjz4bYxPyqc/s72-c/100_0948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6723559367975878457</id><published>2009-06-12T17:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:33:10.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Emma Grace</title><content type='html'>Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Grace was born on May 17, 2009 at 5:57pm weighing 7 lbs and 3 oz and measuring 20 in long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started having contractions at church on Sunday, May 17th. They started just as we sat down in service and were 10 minutes apart. About the last 10 minutes of service (as soon as Pastor Craig started praying) they jumped to 2 minutes apart. My friends, Andrea and Rachel, suggested I go to the hospital. I was hesitant because the contractions were not that painful yet. We decided to go ahead, just to be safe, figuring the worse case scenario is I'll be sent home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off Ethan at Grams and Papa McGuire's and arrived at the hospital about 11:45am. They put me in a room and hooked me up to a monitor. I'm pretty sure my nurse said, "You really are contracting." Um...didn't I already say that? I began drinking water and more water to see if the contractions would stop. Eventually they started me on an iv to get fluids in me faster. The contractions didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1:15pm, the doctor on-call decided to come to the hospital to break my water. She arrived at 2:00pm. Later she suggested some pitocin to speed things along and shortly after the craziness began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way the pitocin made me contract made Emma's heart rate drop. Before I knew it, the nurses were in my room rolling me over, putting me on oxygen and readjusting the monitors. I could hear her heart rate slowing in the background. They took me off the pitocin immediately and gave me another medicine to help and I remember it made me shake. An internal monitor was attached to Emma's head to get a better heart reading. Brian and Mom both put on brave faces for me but the doctor and nurses...not so much. My nurse asked me to take off all my jewelry and what kind of dental work I've had done. I knew they were thinking about a c-section. Fortunately, after I was off the pitocin, her heart rate stabilized. I'm not sure why my natural contractions (that felt the same intensity as with pitocin) didn't affect her but I am so thankful they didn't. We later found out her cord was around her neck which caused her heart rate to drop with each contraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the drama was over I just labored on my own for a few hours. About 5:45 I felt a lot of pressure. My doctor came in and checked me then said I could push with the next contraction. Meanwhile, Mom, who text Dad and Lacey to go ahead and leave to get dinner, was texting to say DON'T LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one push they could see her head throwing the nurses off guard. My room was ready for delivery at all! Two more pushes and Emma Grace entered the world at 5:57pm. It was so fast and so sudden. I was surprised to see her laying on my tummy. Of course, after pushing for over an hour with Ethan I never expected to see her so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_ZzIOt7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/r4SoeRHEDd4/s1600-h/100_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346616526328739762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_ZzIOt7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/r4SoeRHEDd4/s400/100_0824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_aHpusrI/AAAAAAAAAws/mdmhln-oez0/s1600-h/100_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346616531837956786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_aHpusrI/AAAAAAAAAws/mdmhln-oez0/s400/100_0830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_aRgIUMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JV0G9kNMyLs/s1600-h/100_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346616534482047170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_aRgIUMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/JV0G9kNMyLs/s400/100_0853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_az0NWRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4gdc7NrOxD4/s1600-h/%7Bc713a835-4ac7-452d-8c37-eaee2c86f5dd%7D_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346616543693068562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_az0NWRI/AAAAAAAAAxE/4gdc7NrOxD4/s400/%7Bc713a835-4ac7-452d-8c37-eaee2c86f5dd%7D_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_ajiiaII/AAAAAAAAAw8/YPH5VN-uano/s1600-h/%7B20621a11-539e-45b3-a1b7-a82aadcd3fd0%7D_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346616539323984002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_ajiiaII/AAAAAAAAAw8/YPH5VN-uano/s400/%7B20621a11-539e-45b3-a1b7-a82aadcd3fd0%7D_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a great baby! We are truly blessed. I love being the mommy of a little girl. Ethan can't keep his lips off of her. He just wants to kiss her all day long. I guess I don't blame him ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6723559367975878457?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6723559367975878457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6723559367975878457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6723559367975878457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6723559367975878457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-emma-grace.html' title='Introducing Emma Grace'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SjL_ZzIOt7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/r4SoeRHEDd4/s72-c/100_0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-5542794102406963939</id><published>2009-06-06T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:59:30.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working on a new post!  Lots going on at our house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-5542794102406963939?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/5542794102406963939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=5542794102406963939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5542794102406963939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5542794102406963939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-working-on-new-post-lots-going-on-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3215460831184904920</id><published>2009-05-14T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:59:40.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma update'/><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my 37 1/2 week check-up.  I guess I could round up to 38, which is tomorrow.  I'm dilated 3cm and about 50% effaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor wanted to go ahead and schedule an induction for next week.  There's really not a way she'll be there if we don't.  I had told her a few weeks ago I really wanted to go into labor on my own- for the sole purpose of finding out for myself how much pitocin makes a difference in delivery.  I have nothing against inducing!  I am just curious.  (Brian thinks that's silly and has been trying to tell me to schedule an induction for over a month!)  So we scheduled an induction for next Thursday, May 21st- 7:00am.  Of course, there is still a chance Emma will make her own entrance which is fine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor did warn me that even with an induction, since I'm not delivering at her hospital, there's a chance she won't make it in time.  For one, she thinks I will have a short labor once it starts.  And two, she has a 15-20 minute drive from her hospital.  She is going to give the nurses strict instructions to call her as soon as I reach a 7.  Since I won't have an epidural they can't hold off pushing until she arrives.  I would like her to be there, but if she misses it because I have such a short labor I won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have a final date.  And by this time next week I'll be having a baby.  I can't wait to meet this sweet girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3215460831184904920?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3215460831184904920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3215460831184904920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3215460831184904920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3215460831184904920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1681615634046093825</id><published>2009-05-13T12:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:34:33.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything You Don't Want To Know and More</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to say these days that doesn't relate to having this baby.  And while I know all of you love me, I also know you can only read about my desire for her to arrive NOW so many times.  SO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves rambling.  Ready?  Set.  Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LOST season finale is tonight.  I think I'm more excited about that than the Grey's finale.  Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast with the "old" Highstepper officers this morning.  It was so good to see them, catch up and hear all the gossip about &lt;em&gt;stuff.&lt;/em&gt;  They all had matching red streaks in their hair like they did at officer camp.  I sure miss those girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 37 1/2 week check-up.  I've been having contractions for the last few days but nothing regular.  I'm eager to hear what my doctor has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I cleaned off my desk, finished all the invoicing and even filled out half of a time sheet.  I am trying to leave everything finished and in order when I leave each day, just in case.  In cleaning out my desk I found a sweet card from Kerrie, who used to work here.  It was a card she gave me after my grandma passed away last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent an abnormal amount of time trying to figure out how Facebook determines what information I receive in my News Feed.  Why does it show me the same people over and over?  And people that I don't necessarily talk to or comment on their pages.  My brother-in-law gave me a hard time about not responding to one of his comments but I never saw it.  It's weird really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan had school pictures a few weeks ago.  I can't decide which picture to order and in what size.  Cheri took the pictures and she also did my maternity pictures.  I think I want a big one of Ethan, a big one of me, Brian and Ethan and then one of Emma's newborn pictures (which Cheri will be taking).  All black and white, in black frames and matted, to go in our hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad (and Lacey) stained the concrete floor in one of the bedrooms at their house.  I REALLY, REALLY want to do this in my living room and hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching reruns of The Office on TBS.  Last night was a great episode for Stanley.  "Did I studder?"  Oh, that man makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.  So that's it's for today.  And if you are still reading, go give yourself a cookie.  And then pray I have this baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1681615634046093825?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1681615634046093825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1681615634046093825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1681615634046093825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1681615634046093825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-you-dont-want-to-know-and.html' title='Everything You Don&apos;t Want To Know and More'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-995497361177837863</id><published>2009-05-08T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:13:10.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things Ethan says</title><content type='html'>Ethan- "OUCH! My tummy hurts." (Grabs his tummy in pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "I'm sorry, Buddy. Do you need to go potty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan- "No, my sister keeps kickin' me. Ouch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan- "Stop that Sissy. Okay, that's better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into school while it's sprinkling he says, " God, please make the rain stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses and looks at me to whine,"Mom, God is not listening!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain that God always listens but sometimes He doesn't answer right away. He bought it for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan wore brown pants and a striped sweater to church a few weeks ago. He was sitting in the back seat and said, "Is this my Charlie Bucket sweater? Am I Charlie Bucket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a minute to realize he was referring to Charlie Bucket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SgR1k5IxHzI/AAAAAAAAAv0/07uIdT5ysGA/s1600-h/100_0619+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333517135386844978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SgR1k5IxHzI/AAAAAAAAAv0/07uIdT5ysGA/s400/100_0619+copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-995497361177837863?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/995497361177837863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=995497361177837863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/995497361177837863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/995497361177837863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-ethan-says.html' title='Funny things Ethan says'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SgR1k5IxHzI/AAAAAAAAAv0/07uIdT5ysGA/s72-c/100_0619+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1846548779429786087</id><published>2009-05-07T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:00:32.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma update...again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my 37 week check-up.  I can't believe I'm due in 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor said everything looks great.  I haven't dialated much more but she said she thought Emma would make her appearance soon.  Actually, she said, "I'm on call tomorrow so if you start having contractions come on in!"  She said she has a hunch that Emma will be here soon.  Brian and I have felt that way for a while but you never know.  I've decided not to worry too much about it.  She come when she's ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Although, Emma is weighing about 6lb 7oz so I asked her yesterday to come BEFORE the 8lb mark.  Hopefully she will listen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my visit I had contractions for the rest of the day.  Nothing too painful or consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the weight limit, I've also been telling Emma that May 15th is a great day to arrive.  Or really anytime after.  Even the 14th would be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1846548779429786087?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1846548779429786087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1846548779429786087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1846548779429786087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1846548779429786087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/05/emma-updateagain.html' title='Emma update...again'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3551767646682353139</id><published>2009-05-04T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:29:39.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have basically finished Emma's room. I ordered a large, white, glitter letter E that will hang above her crib. Once I hang that the room is officially complete! Here are some pictures...use your imagination where the E should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-WJA-G7KI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XU3w4srC8S4/s1600-h/100_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145565453446306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-WJA-G7KI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XU3w4srC8S4/s400/100_0809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-WJNx0NNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_zwBzI1mnZ0/s1600-h/100_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145568891548882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-WJNx0NNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_zwBzI1mnZ0/s400/100_0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9xSsBbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Exd3AcSRzPc/s1600-h/100_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145372266235314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9xSsBbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Exd3AcSRzPc/s400/100_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9yrkZvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gzo8wYNS378/s1600-h/100_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145372639028978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9yrkZvI/AAAAAAAAAvU/gzo8wYNS378/s400/100_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9s6LQnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HnaEnIkGX0w/s1600-h/100_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145371089683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9s6LQnI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HnaEnIkGX0w/s400/100_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9BvY4jI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YR3AufqSSEo/s1600-h/100_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145359501713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9BvY4jI/AAAAAAAAAvE/YR3AufqSSEo/s400/100_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9MCpvXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cCMEFyoJMrE/s1600-h/100_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145362266865010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-V9MCpvXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cCMEFyoJMrE/s400/100_0798.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3551767646682353139?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3551767646682353139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3551767646682353139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3551767646682353139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3551767646682353139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/05/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sf-WJA-G7KI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XU3w4srC8S4/s72-c/100_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7274706333616146902</id><published>2009-04-29T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:04:52.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Update</title><content type='html'>Well, my 36 week check-up was yesterday afternoon. I had my group strep B test and I'm already dialated to 2cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm going every week now I hope to have made a little more progress next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for her to arrive quite yet but I'd rather her be here sooner than later.  I told her she can come anytime after May 15th.  Let's see if she listens better than her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor will start measuring her beginning next week. The previous estimate, which was last Monday, she was just slightly over 5 lbs. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7274706333616146902?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7274706333616146902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7274706333616146902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7274706333616146902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7274706333616146902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/emma-update.html' title='Emma Update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1919940095102929282</id><published>2009-04-29T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:01:43.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting?  Who's nesting?</title><content type='html'>I am. I'm nesting. In a big way. And it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I managed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;have the carpets cleaned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set-up Emma's crib (which was a challenge considering I lost the directions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wash all her bedding and blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wash all the newborn clothing I have thus far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move Emma's Crib&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move it again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang the mobile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;contemplate many times how on earth the changing table can be moved from Ethan's room to Emma's without being taken apart (At this point I'm considering leaving it in Ethan's room and just changing her in there when need be.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reorganize Emma's closet (pictures will follow- it really was a miraculous transformation. Inspired by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zum's&lt;/span&gt; Closet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clean Out&lt;/span&gt; '09)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a little garage sale to get rid of things we don't need nor have room for&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still on my TO DO list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a car seat and stroller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;replace the blinds in Emma's room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find curtains &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang the wall decorations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a dresser for Ethan and actually move the changing table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix the light in Emma's closet (the chain no longer pulls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another baby note, I had maternity photos done last night, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.pattonpress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheri&lt;/a&gt;. It was so much fun! I didn't have them done with Ethan and have regret it so Brian and I knew we wanted them with Emma. I did most of the shots alone or just my tummy, a few with Ethan, some with Brian, and some of all of us together. I can't wait to see them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the closet before and afters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312293065934258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSyhIXxbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XGkjTtRf1vc/s400/100_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312306022927458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSzRZjzGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/jZ58boCKosA/s400/100_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312297918905186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSyzNaO2I/AAAAAAAAAuU/Y19KSvtn5DA/s400/100_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312312776264978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSzqjrjRI/AAAAAAAAAus/ukPU16Z6xS4/s400/100_0785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330312303987140242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSzJ0MJpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/MeyhNqhUQjc/s400/100_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330313011644859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkTcWC8BcI/AAAAAAAAAu0/pwjfsmvVHjw/s400/100_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1919940095102929282?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1919940095102929282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1919940095102929282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1919940095102929282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1919940095102929282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/nesting-whos-nesting.html' title='Nesting?  Who&apos;s nesting?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SfkSyhIXxbI/AAAAAAAAAuM/XGkjTtRf1vc/s72-c/100_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-5464763632076707029</id><published>2009-04-23T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:18:15.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This morning I had the carpet in the living room, hall and Emma's room cleaned.  They were in desperate need of a good cleaning.  I figured there was no better time than now since her room is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I found a dresser for Ethan's room!  Now I just need to actually get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've spent quite a bit of time recently on babycenter.com.  They have different groups for moms to ask questions, talk, etc.  I'm part of the May 2009 Babies group.  I spend most of my time rolling my eyes at the stupid things women say and rarely comment.  I'm also shocked at the number of babies due in May that have already been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady (with a profile picture of her pregnant belly) posted today about how she thought putting up white letters spelling your child's name was stupid and over done.  Someone was very quick to comment about maternity profile pictures being stupid and over done.  It was like a cat fight waiting to happen.  I decided not to comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in my opinion, I love the letters- any shape, size, color.  I think they are great.  I especially love that Ethan recognizes his name and is learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so thankful for the sunshine.  I could use a few less degrees of heat though.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Grey's is finally back tonight!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Anyone ever sold anything on EBay or Craig's List?  If so, please tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-5464763632076707029?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/5464763632076707029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=5464763632076707029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5464763632076707029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5464763632076707029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4239002376505010672</id><published>2009-04-22T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:36:50.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan and his concern for all species</title><content type='html'>The other night while I was making dinner, Ethan and Brian were outside.  The door to the house opened and Ethan just looked at me, very seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, buddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come 'ere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Come 'ere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing.  Just come 'ere.  I found &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somefin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed him to the garage not knowing what I would find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I found some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt;.  We need to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; water.  We need to take &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; back where day belong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FISHIES&lt;/span&gt;?  I had no clue what he could be taking about.  There had been a lot of rain.  Maybe he saw something in a puddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me over to Brian's tackle box.  "See?  Dare's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; in dare.  Day need to get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!  It all made sense.  I explained that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; weren't real.  They were pretend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; for when Daddy goes fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." he said.  "Okay."  And he ran off to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4239002376505010672?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4239002376505010672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4239002376505010672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4239002376505010672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4239002376505010672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/ethan-and-his-concern-for-all-species.html' title='Ethan and his concern for all species'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7145377849961041730</id><published>2009-04-16T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:13:21.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Great Day!</title><content type='html'>Today I am in a surprisingly good mood.  Not that I'm generally unhappy, but exhaustion and stress tend to take over sometimes making me just feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have helped with my mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The weather is great.  The sun FINALLY made an appearance yesterday and today.  I have missed the sun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Today is Linda's (boss) birthday so she is in a good mood.  And, because I was feeling nice, I stopped by Merrit's and picked out a few goodies for her (to share of course).&lt;br /&gt;3. I received an unexpected baby gift from Don and Linda today.  She'll be out of town during my shower so she brought it in today.  It was a crib sheet, a changing table cover, 4 receiving blankets and a dark pink storage bin.  I had just told Brian's step mom last night I didn't have any sheets or changing pad covers yet.  YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;4. Amy is coming over after work to help me finish the dadgum stripe in Emma's room.  It really takes two to tape!&lt;br /&gt;5. It's opening (FREE ADMISSION) night at Driller's Stadium and Brian's off work.  We'll be taking Ethan to his first Driller's game.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tomorrow is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;7. It's pay day&lt;br /&gt;8. I found a gift card I'd forgotten about this morning.  It's worth $200.  Yeah- how could I forget that?&lt;br /&gt;9. Tomorrow will mark 6 weeks to go but tomorrow is almost today so I'm considering it today.&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't have a #10 but didn't want to end with a #9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ya'll!  I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7145377849961041730?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7145377849961041730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7145377849961041730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7145377849961041730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7145377849961041730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-great-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Great Day!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-5068763222741289562</id><published>2009-04-14T11:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:48:10.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's Room</title><content type='html'>Well, I made some progress in Emma's room over the weekend. Actually, a lot of progress. Mom came over on Friday afternoon to help me clear the room. I couldn't have done it without her! I need someone there to motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: Brian was very sick all weekend. What was a cold moved into his chest. We spent Saturday morning at an urgent care and had a great doctor there. Ethan and I filled prescriptions, made soup and tried to baby Daddy as much as possible. Fortunately, Aunt Paigie was in town and offered to keep Ethan for a few hours on Saturday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Mom and Dad showed up with rollers and paintbrushes to paint. Mom and I taped off the stripes and Dad started cutting in the top half of the room. My neighbor came over to help out too. By Saturday, we had one coat on and by Sunday afternoon I had done the 2nd coat. (Luckily, only the bottom half, which is darker, needed a 2nd coat. It took me about 20 minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures. Now I need to retape the stripe and paint it bright white, wait for it to dry and tape off the area for a yellow stripe and green stripe. It's going to be adorable when it's all finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SeS9q2GivFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/COhYXkUnqcY/s1600-h/259894169733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324589203233881170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SeS9q2GivFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/COhYXkUnqcY/s400/259894169733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SeS9q0tyOMI/AAAAAAAAAuA/F3KvdgLJQy4/s1600-h/259893938053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324589202861603010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SeS9q0tyOMI/AAAAAAAAAuA/F3KvdgLJQy4/s400/259893938053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-5068763222741289562?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/5068763222741289562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=5068763222741289562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5068763222741289562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/5068763222741289562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-i-made-some-progress-in-emmas-room.html' title='Emma&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SeS9q2GivFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/COhYXkUnqcY/s72-c/259894169733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2402032264894274348</id><published>2009-04-13T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:21:19.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March for Babies'/><title type='text'>Sponsor Me</title><content type='html'>Meet Cadie and Maddie, daughters of Cheri and Jeff. Cheri and I have been friends since high school. Because of the March of Dimes, her daughters are still here, living and breathing. Our children get to grow up together, play together, go to school together and be friends, like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBmQYvvVUds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBmQYvvVUds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and/or to sponsor me- even a little- please click here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/mamaof2es"&gt;http://www.marchforbabies.org/mamaof2es&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2402032264894274348?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2402032264894274348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2402032264894274348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2402032264894274348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2402032264894274348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/sponsor-me.html' title='Sponsor Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1061473614698324934</id><published>2009-04-09T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:25:16.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R3aBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3pWUIMg1Q34/s1600-h/100_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322852190661064498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R3aBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3pWUIMg1Q34/s400/100_0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R3Mg_gRI/AAAAAAAAAto/dYoum2mDbzk/s1600-h/100_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322852187036942610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R3Mg_gRI/AAAAAAAAAto/dYoum2mDbzk/s400/100_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R247AuCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Kauhzh9WTgg/s1600-h/100_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322852181777365026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R247AuCI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Kauhzh9WTgg/s400/100_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not done but I'm done for the night. I'm achy and exhausted. I won't be able to prime tomorrow as hoped, but that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5780251115053123485-1061473614698324934?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1061473614698324934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1061473614698324934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1061473614698324934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1061473614698324934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/progress-report.html' title='Progress report'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd6R3aBDNzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3pWUIMg1Q34/s72-c/100_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4721895409095986789</id><published>2009-04-09T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:09:10.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I have a tendency to exaggerate but this time I'm not</title><content type='html'>This is Emma's room.  As of, well, right now.  See the stuff?  That's in the way.  That needs to be moved.  Yes, that stuff.  I am not exaggerating about needing to work in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_OnNwpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_pC3PduERrI/s1600-h/100_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322800647992361618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_OnNwpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_pC3PduERrI/s400/100_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i-8yuK7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/SDXh63N_DLM/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322800643208784818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i-8yuK7I/AAAAAAAAAtA/SDXh63N_DLM/s400/100_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322800645915620386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_G4FNCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GumZ3v8J_V0/s400/100_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i-lESAvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sjJiOtQtRDc/s1600-h/100_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322800636839985906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i-lESAvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sjJiOtQtRDc/s400/100_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought, as long as I was in there, I'd take a picture of her bathing suits I've purchased.  Brian says I am not allowed to by anymore dresses or bathing suits. He's a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_YyIUVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/P5r_635iZBQ/s1600-h/100_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322800650722496850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_YyIUVI/AAAAAAAAAtY/P5r_635iZBQ/s400/100_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5780251115053123485-4721895409095986789?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4721895409095986789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4721895409095986789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4721895409095986789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4721895409095986789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-have-tendency-to-exaggerate.html' title='Because I have a tendency to exaggerate but this time I&apos;m not'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sd5i_OnNwpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_pC3PduERrI/s72-c/100_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4836502597552965324</id><published>2009-04-08T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:20:42.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>I worked in Emma's room for a little bit last night.  I have filled two trash bags and cleared out the computer desk so it can be moved.  Not much, but a start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I went into labor last night.  It could be because I was just discussing with my neighbor what I would do if I went into labor, in the night, while Brian was working.  Or the fact that our good friends, due May 8th, were told they could have their daughter any day.  She's now on bed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a completely random and bizarre dream.  I remember checking into the hospital, but not the one where I'll be delivering, and being greeted by my doctor.  My water had broken but I hadn't started having any contractions.  Instead of starting pitocin we just waited for the contractions to start.  The my current doctor turned into my old doctor because she got tired of waiting.  So, my old doctor waited for contractions.  Mom was there and she walked the hospital floors with me.  I just kept thinking- I wish the contractions would start! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay- really- what normal being WANTS to have contractions??  Clearly a bizarre dream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, my old doctor got tired of waiting and they sent in a man doctor.  Who sent me home.  WHAT?  My water's broken.  You can't send me home?  At that point I started to stir and I was coherent enough to realize that the dream was wrong.  But I was still asleep enough to continue dreaming, with great worry, that I was not due for another 7 weeks.  It was too early.  And I wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I will NOT miss the crazy dreams that pregnancy brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4836502597552965324?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4836502597552965324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4836502597552965324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4836502597552965324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4836502597552965324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2207043310537613624</id><published>2009-04-07T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:22:18.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ET2_9l1TM_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ET2_9l1TM_M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this trailer this morning and can't wait to see it.  I'm thinking Girl's Night!  Who wants to go?  May 1st- put it on your calendar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2207043310537613624?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2207043310537613624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2207043310537613624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2207043310537613624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2207043310537613624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-night.html' title='Girl&apos;s night'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1427916963252725017</id><published>2009-04-06T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:58:33.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 1/2 weeks...</title><content type='html'>A wave of panic hit me last night.  I have 7 1/2 weeks left before Emma makes her appearance.  That's &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; she waits until her due date.  I am completely unprepared.  I was not like this with Ethan.  I was prepared and ready for him- early.  This poor child doesn't even have a room to call her own yet. Or a single package of newborn diapers.  (Which I am fully capable of picking up at the store!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 1/2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to take this week and actually prepare for this baby.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my to do list...hopefully it will inspire me to get my rear in gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish clearing Emma's room&lt;br /&gt;     -move computer desk to garage (not me- preferably a strong man)&lt;br /&gt;     -find a new place for the printer and other misc. computer items?&lt;br /&gt;     -put all the books in a book case somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;     -throw things away&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy paint and painter's tape&lt;br /&gt;3. Tape room and paint&lt;br /&gt;4. Put crib together&lt;br /&gt;5. Wash some clothes and crib bedding&lt;br /&gt;6. Empty changing table of all Ethan's belongings&lt;br /&gt;7. Move changing table into Emma's room (not me- preferably a strong man...or two.  That thing is heavy!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Find dresser and bookcase for Ethan's room&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a garage sale to make more room!&lt;br /&gt;10. Pack a bag for me and Emma, then wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1427916963252725017?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1427916963252725017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1427916963252725017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1427916963252725017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1427916963252725017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-12-weeks.html' title='7 1/2 weeks...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8066358077018228658</id><published>2009-03-31T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:49:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my BIG hand</title><content type='html'>As of late I feel big all over.  People say I'm not.  Generally everyone is surprised to find out I only have 8 weeks left.  But to me, I feel big.  Everywhere.  BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was putting on my make-up the other morning, Ethan was brushing his teeth.    I taught him how to fill his hand with water and rinse.  He was trying to rinse out his mouth but not having much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mom!  Can you use your &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;hand to get me some water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, I'm not the only one to notice how &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8066358077018228658?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8066358077018228658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8066358077018228658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8066358077018228658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8066358077018228658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-my-big-hand.html' title='Me and my BIG hand'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-64789956860963845</id><published>2009-03-25T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:07:37.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes He Throws a Curve Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;EDIT: to change Sometime's to Sometimes in the title.  Clearly my mind is preoccupied with&lt;/em&gt; other &lt;em&gt;things.  But, WHEW!, glad I caught it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many months I have been praying for God's direction regarding my many jobs. With number two on the way, I knew from the beginning I needed to let something go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received my answer. I resigned from Highsteppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was not the answer I thought I would get. Nor the answer I was hoping for or wanted. But I know, without a doubt, this is His answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never prayed for MY answer. I prayed for HIS. The hardest part is that our answers are different. And He always knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I find myself asking again- What do I do? How will this affect us financially? Do I stay where I am? Is there something different for me? Do I add more hours at the office? Stay the same? Decrease them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more details to the story. I have very mixed feelings about the whole situation. However, the more I think about it, the more I know this is God and the more I understand that the less important the other details are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-64789956860963845?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/64789956860963845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=64789956860963845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/64789956860963845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/64789956860963845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-he-throws-curve-ball.html' title='Sometimes He Throws a Curve Ball'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-474293006584837208</id><published>2009-03-21T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:14:04.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Grace Update #2</title><content type='html'>At my last visit I had my gestational diabetes testing.  My doctor's nurse called the Friday we were at Disney World.  Normally, they don't call unless something is wrong.  Fortunately, I passed my diabetes test but my blood work came back and showed I am slightly anemic.  She told me to add an iron supplement each day along with my prenatal vitamins and I should be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom pointed out that the anemia may be a reason why I am always so tired.  Obviously, in any pregnancy being tired is normal, but I am overly tired.  I also noted it might be the cause of my steak cravings!  And now that I have a reason Brian doesn't look at me like I'm crazy when I say, "Let's have go get a steak!"  For a time he thought it was just an odd craving.  Now he suggests it more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my 30 week check-up.  Emma looks perfect according to my doctor.  She has a strong heartbeat and is growing just like she should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, my doctor asked me what her name would be.  I told her it was Emma.  She smiled and said, "Well, just a warning.  I have an Emma and she is ORNERY!  You might want to rethink using that name."  We laughed and went on.  Yesterday, during the ultrasound, my doctor caught a glimpse of Emma's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Emma and Ethan are already very different.  Ethan was always active during the ultrasounds.  He'd bat at the doppler like he could actually see it.  His sister, on the other hand, likes to show us her back side.  Rarely do we see her face.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my doctor said showed us her face.  Her mouth was open slightly.  The doppler moved slightly and Emma ROLLED OVER!  My doctor said, "Hey!  You stinker.  We were looking at you."  She turned to me and said, "She just rolled over.  Are you sure you want to name her Emma?  I told you Emma's were ornery!"  I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet this little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dear God, Please know that I say that only as a figure of speech.  I really &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;wait longer and prefer her to be fully cooked before making her appearance into the world.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to jinx myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-474293006584837208?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/474293006584837208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=474293006584837208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/474293006584837208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/474293006584837208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/emma-grace-update-2.html' title='Emma Grace Update #2'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2522468879221650844</id><published>2009-03-19T14:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:50:24.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the Land of Mouse Part 2</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Brian and I slept in at our resort and leisurely awaited Ethan's arrival. Mom, Dad, Bobba and Doda brought him to us after church Sunday morning. As soon as he arrived we headed to the bus stop for the Magic Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJnMgKjI/AAAAAAAAAso/mVvT44wZMPA/s1600-h/n592343831_2184781_5602267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985497739668018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJnMgKjI/AAAAAAAAAso/mVvT44wZMPA/s400/n592343831_2184781_5602267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan and Daddy wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJW9IDRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/B4yOEJwv3dM/s1600-h/n592343831_2184782_4857296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985493380205842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJW9IDRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/B4yOEJwv3dM/s400/n592343831_2184782_4857296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan and Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(for whatever reason, Ethan continually stuck his tongue out in random photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As soon as we arrived at the Magic Kingdom we rented a stroller. This had both pros and cons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pros: 1. I didn't worry about losing our stoller. 2. We didn't have to haul it back and forth to the hotel. 3. Stroller rentals are good in all of the parks- just show that day's reciept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cons: 1. Ethan had to walk or be given a piggy back ride for various things: from the bus to our room...IN THE BACK, from the bus to the park entrances...long way, through Downtown Disney so Mommy and Daddy could shop, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we arrived and took the train back to Frontierland. One of our favorite restaurants is there, El Pirata y El Perico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJXXLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/OEg-AatcHdk/s1600-h/n592343831_2184783_6116103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985493489461154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJXXLJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsY/OEg-AatcHdk/s400/n592343831_2184783_6116103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch we headed to Mickey's Toon Town Fair to meet and greet characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKhfQZcmDI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yBqw8ZKtv38/s1600-h/n592343831_2184790_2608208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314988068600322098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKhfQZcmDI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yBqw8ZKtv38/s400/n592343831_2184790_2608208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, we met Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse. The line wasn't too long and foretunately it was air-conditioned. I think it only took about 25 minutes total. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfI71BkXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OzJuIlUlTlQ/s1600-h/n592343831_2184786_1830319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985486098469234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfI71BkXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OzJuIlUlTlQ/s400/n592343831_2184786_1830319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hugging Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_8KnN1I/AAAAAAAAAsI/lm6OQFhfPPk/s1600-h/n592343831_2184787_6657222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985331570194258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_8KnN1I/AAAAAAAAAsI/lm6OQFhfPPk/s400/n592343831_2184787_6657222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving Mickey high fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_cXuq_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YMwzfikq6rM/s1600-h/n592343831_2184788_5068292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985323035274226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_cXuq_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/YMwzfikq6rM/s400/n592343831_2184788_5068292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan with Mickey and Minnie.  (I really, really regret not getting all of us with them but Ethan would not allow Brian or me in the photo.  I'm sure you're saying- who's the adult?  I am.  But I prefer not to have a meltdown in front Mickey.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meeting Mickey, Brian took Ethan on Goofy's Brainstormer Roller Coaster. I wasn't sure if Ethan would like it. He didn't like the small dragon roller coaster at the fair adn this was was even bigger. Turns out- he loved it! Being pregnant I couldn't ride but he and Brian really enjoyed that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we headed toward Fantasyland. The wait for Peter Pan's Flight was over an hour. We decided to get fast passes and come back after we had done the other rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Small World is one of my favorites and the line was only 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_EKePUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dFLTT0WCCyU/s1600-h/n592343831_2184791_2413051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985316537220418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe_EKePUI/AAAAAAAAAr4/dFLTT0WCCyU/s400/n592343831_2184791_2413051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan on our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe-6BAQaI/AAAAAAAAArw/0QJ6bc6GpTM/s1600-h/n592343831_2184795_752083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985313813152162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe-6BAQaI/AAAAAAAAArw/0QJ6bc6GpTM/s400/n592343831_2184795_752083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this hippo. She makes me smile. On a completely random note, "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" is one of my favorite holiday songs. I know all the words. Something about hippos makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe-2CN73I/AAAAAAAAAro/ksrc5hVo6DI/s1600-h/n592343831_2184797_7853100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985312744501106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKe-2CN73I/AAAAAAAAAro/ksrc5hVo6DI/s400/n592343831_2184797_7853100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan personally liked the giraffes the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu7QMGGI/AAAAAAAAArg/AiqebnmNroo/s1600-h/n592343831_2184798_8356646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985039267371106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu7QMGGI/AAAAAAAAArg/AiqebnmNroo/s400/n592343831_2184798_8356646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I threw in a picture of the elephant so it didn't feel left out. Can you tell the jungle scene is my favorite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still singing we got in line for Dumbo. Ethan remembered this ride from last year and wanted to ride again. He informed me that he was riding with Daddy, not me. I'm sure he knew Daddy would go higher than Mommy. And also that he wanted a blue elephant and I needed a purple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu2oCa5I/AAAAAAAAArY/FRI-p_W49H0/s1600-h/n592343831_2184800_2514978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985038025223058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu2oCa5I/AAAAAAAAArY/FRI-p_W49H0/s400/n592343831_2184800_2514978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and Ethan ready for take-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu5WO1II/AAAAAAAAArQ/JHFKCKIXn5k/s1600-h/n592343831_2184803_5808123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985038755845250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeu5WO1II/AAAAAAAAArQ/JHFKCKIXn5k/s400/n592343831_2184803_5808123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The castle as viewed from Dumbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we were safely on the ground again we walked over to Frontierland. Again. We caught up with Captain Hook and Mr. Smee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeuoGDVTI/AAAAAAAAArI/ufPeGASDbps/s1600-h/n592343831_2184805_2978637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985034124580146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeuoGDVTI/AAAAAAAAArI/ufPeGASDbps/s400/n592343831_2184805_2978637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan was a little nervous meeting Captain Hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeunj_DsI/AAAAAAAAArA/RF-5-SQrs9Q/s1600-h/n592343831_2184806_1199353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314985033981693634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeunj_DsI/AAAAAAAAArA/RF-5-SQrs9Q/s400/n592343831_2184806_1199353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan with Captain Hook and Mr. Smee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean is right across from where Hook and Smee were. We literally walked right onto the ride! No line at all. I couldn't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was finally time for our Peter Pan's Flight, so we walked back to Fantasyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRRyobwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mnCoZiELAJo/s1600-h/n592343831_2184818_3838909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314984529921339138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRRyobwI/AAAAAAAAAq4/mnCoZiELAJo/s400/n592343831_2184818_3838909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peter Pan's Flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian took Ethan on the bumper cars ride...another one I couldn't ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRcKV54I/AAAAAAAAAqw/myvPU0jj5Ck/s1600-h/n592343831_2184819_7124690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314984532705142658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRcKV54I/AAAAAAAAAqw/myvPU0jj5Ck/s400/n592343831_2184819_7124690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRXbhCkI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I5EJAKCjBW8/s1600-h/n592343831_2184822_997214+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314984531434998338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRXbhCkI/AAAAAAAAAqo/I5EJAKCjBW8/s400/n592343831_2184822_997214+copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan wouldn't look at the camera- he was concentrating on not hitting the wall...again.  Brian said everytime they'd hit something Ethan would laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRCP3icI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lkrFZ3jsmDw/s1600-h/n592343831_2184824_993920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314984525748996546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRCP3icI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lkrFZ3jsmDw/s400/n592343831_2184824_993920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan was so proud of himself.  They gave him his driver's license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to walk over to Tomorrowland and wait in line for Buzz Lightyear.  It said it was a 20 minute wait but due to "technical difficulties" it was at least 30 or 40.  Once we finally got on the ride it would randomly stop.  A lovely recording would continually advise us to stay in our "vehicle" so I took the opportunity to snap a family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRLAhLCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FItDWTR5W7Q/s1600-h/n592343831_2184831_4289756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314984528100535330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKeRLAhLCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/FItDWTR5W7Q/s400/n592343831_2184831_4289756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdizM-4MI/AAAAAAAAApw/8i5NsiLicq8/s1600-h/n592343831_2184988_4699127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314983731436380354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdizM-4MI/AAAAAAAAApw/8i5NsiLicq8/s400/n592343831_2184988_4699127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ethan shooting at the targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjFdrIyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/swV3ctek84A/s1600-h/McGuire+Castle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314983736338228002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjFdrIyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/swV3ctek84A/s400/McGuire+Castle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family picture in front of Cinderella's castle.  (See Laura- I AM pregnant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stuck around for part of the fireworks but headed out of the park before the finale.  I was exhausted and my feet hurt.  Ethan was tired and running a fever (&lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; fever- which he had the rest of the trip.  Turned out to be an ear infection which we found out when we got home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjAJKnfI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Un4kPKOARK0/s1600-h/n592343831_2184998_7628831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314983734910033394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjAJKnfI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Un4kPKOARK0/s400/n592343831_2184998_7628831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjXLa8qI/AAAAAAAAAqI/N3Nl23Eu8Pw/s1600-h/n592343831_2185005_1385140+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314983741093507746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjXLa8qI/AAAAAAAAAqI/N3Nl23Eu8Pw/s400/n592343831_2185005_1385140+copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjQ5sllI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/laH7I8Kul2Y/s1600-h/n592343831_2185006_1838468+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314983739408553554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKdjQ5sllI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/laH7I8Kul2Y/s400/n592343831_2185006_1838468+copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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/5780251115053123485-2522468879221650844?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2522468879221650844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2522468879221650844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2522468879221650844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2522468879221650844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-from-land-of-mouse-part-2.html' title='Tales from the Land of Mouse Part 2'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/ScKfJnMgKjI/AAAAAAAAAso/mVvT44wZMPA/s72-c/n592343831_2184781_5602267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4962497574182977098</id><published>2009-03-16T11:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:05:59.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highsteppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nationals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>Tales from the Land of the Mouse- Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at Disney World this year. The girls did well at Nationals, which was the reason for the trip, and we had fun at the parks, which was the biggest perk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on Friday morning. I woke Ethan at 4:45am. It was my intention to let him sleep but somehow changing clothes always wakes him. In hindsight, I should have let him sleep in something to wear on the plane. He did fine waking that early especially since we were driving to the airport to ride a plane. He loves planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few scowls at the girls (from Ethan- not me), we checked in and walked to security. All was fine and dandy until he had to take his shoes off. There was no reasoning with him as to why the shoes had to come off. As soon as we got through security and the shoes were back on, he calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flights were easy, lay-overs timed perfectly, and we arrived safely at the Orlando airport. We were greeted by my mom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobba&lt;/span&gt; (grandma), Papa John (grandpa) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doda&lt;/span&gt; (my great aunt). They took us to lunch before dropping us off at our resort. It worked out great because I got to see them, at least for a hour or two, and they were keeping Ethan a few nights for us while the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Highsteppers&lt;/span&gt; were competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got back to the resort, Brian and I headed to Epcot. I had pastries from France on my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6GtWdsh8I/AAAAAAAAApo/vTxkK0kNetA/s1600-h/n592343831_2184777_1807625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313832724026132418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6GtWdsh8I/AAAAAAAAApo/vTxkK0kNetA/s400/n592343831_2184777_1807625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked half-way around the globe before Brian said, "I hate to be a party &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm exhausted and my feet hurt." (our luggage had not arrived at the hotel so all he had was flip-flops) OH, THANK GOD! I was thinking the same thing but was trying not to be a whiner about being pregnant and walking and feet swelling, blah blah blah. We took a few pictures and went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6ASF-pjvI/AAAAAAAAApI/nB-x_aWHtMM/s1600-h/n592343831_2184776_5885885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313825658674712306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6ASF-pjvI/AAAAAAAAApI/nB-x_aWHtMM/s400/n592343831_2184776_5885885.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6ARmp6PAI/AAAAAAAAApA/lKWrw6PukpI/s1600-h/n592343831_2184774_615995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313825650266225666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6ARmp6PAI/AAAAAAAAApA/lKWrw6PukpI/s400/n592343831_2184774_615995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6CUCvqngI/AAAAAAAAApg/tkIO1xUp8nE/s1600-h/n592343831_2184779_7074636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313827891189554690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6CUCvqngI/AAAAAAAAApg/tkIO1xUp8nE/s400/n592343831_2184779_7074636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday morning we loaded the bus at 6:30am to go to Nationals at University of Central Florida...which, by the way, it a BEAUTIFUL campus! It was a very long day and there was some drama along the way (that's a story for another day) but in the end they did a fabulous job. We saw the best performances we've seen from them all year. Finally! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They ended up with 1st in lyrical (which they won by .5 points), 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in both modern and kick (there were some really good kick routines!) and 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in jazz (losing 3rd by .5 points).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday morning, Mom and Dad brought Ethan to our hotel and the fun began...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4962497574182977098?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4962497574182977098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4962497574182977098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4962497574182977098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4962497574182977098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-from-land-of-mouse-part-1.html' title='Tales from the Land of the Mouse- Part 1'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/Sb6GtWdsh8I/AAAAAAAAApo/vTxkK0kNetA/s72-c/n592343831_2184777_1807625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4888179907103475226</id><published>2009-03-14T09:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:20:48.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is So Stinkin' Smart.</title><content type='html'>Ethan and I woke up a few minutes ago, stumbled to the couch and turned on Imagination Movers.  Th question was asked, "What kind of things are slippery?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethans shouted, "BUBBLES!"  I said, "You're right buddy!"  He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am awed by this little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4888179907103475226?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4888179907103475226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4888179907103475226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4888179907103475226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4888179907103475226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-is-so-stinkin-smart.html' title='He Is So Stinkin&apos; Smart.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8335765156885086104</id><published>2009-03-05T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:13:15.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Grace Update</title><content type='html'>I had my 28 week check-up this morning along with my glucose screening.  The nice thing about my doctor's office is that I was able to have both appointments at the same time.  So instead of waiting an hour in the lab after drinking the delicious, orange, sugary concoction, I was able to go back upstairs for my check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma looked great.  She is 2 lbs and 14 oz with a head full of hair.  (Well, the ultrasound didn't &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; show the hair but judging by the heartburn I have all the time, I am hoping to see some curly locks when she does arrive.)  Knowing her current weight makes me wonder how big she'll be at birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Emma's first plane ride and her first trip to Disney World.  She's done a lot of things already like So You Think You Can Dance!, the circus, and The Rockettes.  She won't remember it but I will.  Just like Ethan doesn't remember visiting Washington D.C., going to Highstepper camp, or visiting Grandma Vicki in Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have my picture taken with all of the princesses just for her!  That might be fun...and give me something to do while my boys get to actually &lt;em&gt;ride&lt;/em&gt; the rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8335765156885086104?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8335765156885086104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8335765156885086104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8335765156885086104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8335765156885086104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/emma-grace-update.html' title='Emma Grace Update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8892457797110185779</id><published>2009-03-05T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:48:28.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nationals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>We're outta here!</title><content type='html'>We leave tomorrow for Disney World for 5 days.  CANNOT WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm 6 months pregnant and know I'll be exhausted, there's just something about that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, let you know how well the Highsteppers do at Nationals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8892457797110185779?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8892457797110185779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8892457797110185779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8892457797110185779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8892457797110185779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-outta-here.html' title='We&apos;re outta here!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1301556391161632570</id><published>2009-03-03T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:08:26.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE DEALING WITH DOCTORS AND INSURANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1301556391161632570?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1301556391161632570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1301556391161632570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1301556391161632570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1301556391161632570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-dealing-with-doctors-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2052600984799212551</id><published>2009-02-25T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:51:34.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dark</title><content type='html'>I'm at work sitting in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights won't turn on but we have electricity because I'm able to type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrician is on his way.  Don thought he could fix it but was wise enough to decide not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;electrocute&lt;/span&gt; himself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2052600984799212551?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2052600984799212551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2052600984799212551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2052600984799212551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2052600984799212551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-dark.html' title='It&apos;s Dark'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6393000626170560395</id><published>2009-02-23T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:33:58.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone speak sprint bill talk?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to decipher my cell phone bill.  I'm just not sure how on God's green Earth I could be charged an &lt;em&gt;OVERAGE&lt;/em&gt; fee with an &lt;em&gt;UNLIMITED&lt;/em&gt; plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to call a lovely, helpful and (most importantly) friendly customer service representative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6393000626170560395?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6393000626170560395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6393000626170560395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6393000626170560395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6393000626170560395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyone-speak-sprint-bill-talk.html' title='Anyone speak sprint bill talk?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2929594149406661541</id><published>2009-02-20T11:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:25:13.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the bedding I like...to help you answer the poll to the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304931737703629602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 442px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZ7nTweFQyI/AAAAAAAAAow/r0qCeRhmVto/s400/yhst-13787236656841_2040_48675975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2929594149406661541?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2929594149406661541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2929594149406661541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2929594149406661541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2929594149406661541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-my-poll.html' title='Take my poll'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZ7nTweFQyI/AAAAAAAAAow/r0qCeRhmVto/s72-c/yhst-13787236656841_2040_48675975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2304929594907291632</id><published>2009-02-19T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:46:43.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm irritable...and venting...because it's my blog and I can do whatever the heck I feel like!</title><content type='html'>I'm very irritable today.  More specifically, irritated by my boss.  And I'm pretty sure that my hormones are only playing a small role.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many of her qualities I simply overlook but today I just can't.  She is choosing to let a person in my office go (not me) in order to hire someone else.  Not because she's doing a bad job.  Not because anything has happened.  Simply because she like the other person&lt;em&gt; better&lt;/em&gt;.  She LOVES the new person (and don't get me wrong, I do too- but that doesn't make it right.) She's trying to justify her choice and that irritates me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people must justify their choices to make themselves look and feel better about the situation, doesn't that say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, she didn't even have the decency or courtesy to tell her in person.  Along with some chocolates, she told her in a Valentine's Day card that as of Monday the 23rd, so and so would be replacing her and she would be missed.  It's like breaking up with someone in a text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SHADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad that this is the type of person I work for.  It makes me not want to work for her.  I've been praying about working after Emma arrives.  I want to be home with her and Ethan.  If I had to keep only one job, each day I lean more and more away from this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enough control of my current emotions to speak to her about it rationally so I'm sitting quiet for now.  It's hard but better than me running my mouth.  Though I am finding it hard to even look at her nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad tomorrow is Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2304929594907291632?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2304929594907291632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2304929594907291632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2304929594907291632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2304929594907291632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-irritableand-ventingbecause-its-my.html' title='I&apos;m irritable...and venting...because it&apos;s my blog and I can do whatever the heck I feel like!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7309726333718743689</id><published>2009-02-13T16:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:32:06.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZXy3aSBIKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/xTv_BDvltx0/s1600-h/100_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been grueling. Long practices, little sleep, a head cold that came out of nowhere, all on top of ordinary pregnancy. I'm exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, while I was at work, these arrived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302411166005284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZXy3LLPTYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0Y8YbFBeee0/s320/100_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302411169990014562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZXy3aBRdmI/AAAAAAAAAog/XyBsq4evfyU/s320/100_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's way of saying, "Good Luck! and Happy Valentine's Day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those strawberries, they are are YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you are interested, our first show went really well minus a few memory mistakes.  The girls were all dressed and ready for each dance without any stalling from our emcees.  All the videos played, which was one of my biggest fears.  And lyrical finally pulled together at the last minute.  Literally.  Thank you KP and Zum for polishing!  It loked beautiful and I hope it will look as beuatiful on Satuday for our next show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(By the way- you should come to the show!  2:00pm tomorrow, 2/14, at Union's PAC.)&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/5780251115053123485-7309726333718743689?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7309726333718743689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7309726333718743689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7309726333718743689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7309726333718743689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-and-stuff.html' title='Show and stuff'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SZXy3LLPTYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0Y8YbFBeee0/s72-c/100_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-408973937263055272</id><published>2009-02-08T12:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:35:10.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If not, you are missing out on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; laugh!  I know it's almost 7 minutes- totally worth it!  Thanks to my mom for sharing with me first :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-408973937263055272?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/408973937263055272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=408973937263055272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/408973937263055272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/408973937263055272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-seen-this.html' title='Have you seen this?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1028674404737962431</id><published>2009-02-02T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:05:37.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange but True</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are a few bizarre searches that have led people to my blog as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. did you ever have an imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;2. how a doctor pulls down a boy's underwear for check up&lt;/p&gt;That one really threw me off!  Why was someone searching for this?  More importantly, why did it link to me?  Well, I'll tell you- because I checked.  It pulled up a previous post when I talked about Ethan wearing big boy underwear and me having a check-up at the doctor.  It still disturbs me slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what is Ethanese language&lt;br /&gt;4. lime in da coconut cake&lt;br /&gt;5. highsteppers clipart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things you never want to know again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1028674404737962431?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1028674404737962431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1028674404737962431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1028674404737962431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1028674404737962431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/02/strange-but-true.html' title='Strange but True'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1994920938613175588</id><published>2009-01-29T09:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:57:20.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had a lot of fun in the snow yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f44dbfb918d31ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f44dbfb918d31ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D659605C398F0205300966FF582281BD3A4838AF9.83C6775CC20DAE3A633584DFDD6DD7B93769A996%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f44dbfb918d31ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrTQEz_Z6IHoq9oRoMQ56Bs8OVYE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f44dbfb918d31ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D659605C398F0205300966FF582281BD3A4838AF9.83C6775CC20DAE3A633584DFDD6DD7B93769A996%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f44dbfb918d31ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrTQEz_Z6IHoq9oRoMQ56Bs8OVYE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ethan and Wiley, our neighbor, went sledding yesterday afternoon. We attempted it first at Wiley's house. After a few failed attempts we moved onto to our house. We quickly found that our &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; neighbor had the best driveway for "Laundry Basket Sledding 2009".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wiley and Ethan had such a great time. They were both crammed in the basket, tight as could be, but didn't care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian did a majority of the pushing. At one point Greg, Wiley's dad, gave it a shot only to make them tip over and fall out. Fortuantely, neither of them were hurt and Brian resumed his pushing job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, at one point Brian ran in the house and Greg walked over to them to push. Wiley hopped out of the basket so fast and said, "No Daddy! Not you. You don't push us!" I think he may be scarred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the record, going down backwards is much faster! (I think it's because Ethan was in the back and weighs more! 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We didn't.  And he was joking.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1994920938613175588?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f44dbfb918d31ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74e8c2fb05a6bdda&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1994920938613175588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1994920938613175588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1994920938613175588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1994920938613175588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3343376144915114864</id><published>2009-01-27T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:11:19.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced In!</title><content type='html'>I'm home from work today due to the icy roads.  And the fact that Brian has the car at work.  So many people called in that he was offered some overtime.  With a new baby coming, overtime is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he didn't want me to go to work anyway.  My dad agreed.  He said there was no NEED for me to be out, especially being pregnant, and I'm inclined to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am at home.  Literally stranded without a car (not that I'd go anywhere anyway...that was the point of me staying home) and I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:00 and I have...&lt;br /&gt;made breakfast for Ethan and myself&lt;br /&gt;unloaded the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;reloaded it&lt;br /&gt;started a load of laundry&lt;br /&gt;put it into the dryer&lt;br /&gt;given Ethan a bath&lt;br /&gt;given Kate (our new puppy) a bath&lt;br /&gt;checked work email to see if anything is pressing...there's not.&lt;br /&gt;popped in to say hi to all of you&lt;br /&gt;(Are you at home today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am truly enjoying the morning.  I wish all my mornings were like this.  Productive and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my husband will see how productive I've been and tell me to quit my job and stay home all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are warm and safe inside.  I'm going to finish the laundry and actually PUT IT AWAY!  Something I very rarely do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3343376144915114864?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3343376144915114864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3343376144915114864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3343376144915114864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3343376144915114864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/iced-in.html' title='Iced In!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3919498365177058812</id><published>2009-01-21T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:00:00.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break for a while...meaning even more than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot going on these days.  My days are busy with 2 jobs, family and a new puppy.  (I will post about that though...eventually).  There are not enough hours in the day to accomplish what I need to and still do what I want to.  My nights are restless and short and I don't think they'll be getting any better in the near future.  I suppose that's just a perk of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could pray for me about a few things...I'd appreciate it.  And I'm writing it in a blog because I know those of you that actually read this are either close friends or family and it saves me from calling or emailing you.  Which takes time.  That I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot do two jobs anymore...or at least after Emma comes.  I need God's wisdom in this decision because my head and heart and husband all say different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My sanity over the next few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The new puppy potty-trains faster than Ethan did.  And I say &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; because we are pretty much darn well there.  Done.  Finished.  We got a puppy as a reward.  One which Emma will not receive.  We like her.  A lot.  I'm actually kind of missing her while I'm at work...writing this instead of working on a long list of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That I will let go of some&lt;em&gt; control issues&lt;/em&gt; and delegate things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3919498365177058812?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3919498365177058812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3919498365177058812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3919498365177058812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3919498365177058812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-645041655842834048</id><published>2009-01-17T20:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:47:17.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punchin' and Poopin'</title><content type='html'>Brian felt Emma move for the first time yesterday.  She has been very active and I have felt her for a few weeks but it was the first time he could.  She's been very active just like her brother was.  Although he never kept me awake at night until he was &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was able to feel her kick too.  Then he tried to punch her back.  Good thing my reflexes were quick.  It was bound to happen eventually though I did think it would wait until she was a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Ethan news, he, of his own free will and without a fight, pooped on the potty this morning.  He announced he "had to go potty" so I told him just go by himself.  A minute later I could hear him grunting.  I checked to see that he was indeed &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt; the potty and he was.  This, my friends, is a huge deal at the McGuire house.  We have not pooped on the potty without a fight EVER!  Or by ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, himself because I'm pretty sure Brian and I both go ourselves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now in big boy underwear.  We've kept a pull-up dry all day for at least 2 weeks so I decided I didn't know what else I was waiting for.  We've been out and about, went to church, out to dinner with friends and we stayed dry.  It's a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think...now I get to do it all over again.  At least I have a while to regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your weekend friends.  I must get back to The Office on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvr&lt;/span&gt;.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-645041655842834048?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/645041655842834048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=645041655842834048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/645041655842834048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/645041655842834048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/punchin-and-poopin.html' title='Punchin&apos; and Poopin&apos;'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6647125122271434718</id><published>2009-01-13T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:31:02.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's First Day of School</title><content type='html'>I dropped Ethan off at Mother's Day Out today, like every Tuesday. Only today was different. Today was the first day that my mom has not been there. There have been days that she's been out of the office, not there yet or just busy. But today marked the first day of school that she no longer works there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in through the office as usual. But she wasn't at her desk. I knew she wouldn't be but Ethan didn't so he went looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived at his class and I told his teachers Mom was no longer there. They've always been able to get her if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left his class and walked back through the office. Normally, I would stop to say hi and chat for a while...being late to work on most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started crying. I blame it partly on my hormones. Partly on the fact that I really enjoyed the 10 minutes of catching up each Tuesday and Thursday. But most of it had to do with the fact that it was the first time I have dropped off Ethan without her there. She's been &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; security blanket. When Ethan was an infant she updated me everyday just so I wouldn't worry. As he grew older she'd call to tell me a funny story or how his classmates call her "Ethan's Mimi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was like Ethan's first day. And it was harder than I expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it makes me &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; look forward to the first day of kindergarten.  Like, at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6647125122271434718?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6647125122271434718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6647125122271434718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6647125122271434718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6647125122271434718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/ethans-first-day-of-school.html' title='Ethan&apos;s First Day of School'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8877963095970012105</id><published>2009-01-10T12:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:20:41.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>A few random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan has on underwear today. He's doing great...with the exception that they are on backwards. He won't let me fix them. I'm choosing my battles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took down my Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of cleaning my house for LifeGroup, which we are hosting tomorrow, I'm bidding on clothing lots on EBay. It's a little obsessive so I try not to do it often. So far I've won 1 of 2 auctions I bid on. The next won ends...well probably before I actually post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just outbid. Fortunately, I bid again. Now I'm winning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in my pajamas. I am debating on whether to get dressed or not. I do have some errands to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as this auction ends I'm going to eat lunch. But considering the previous statement, I'm thinking drive-thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outbid again. Increased maximum bid. See? Isn't this fun. Just wait until you see what I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289743834419830722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SWjx_btoH8I/AAAAAAAAAns/HPFtdoKcwsc/s320/d080_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289743834504078258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SWjx_cBto7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/UWDjtCyGyWA/s320/3e40_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And after all is said and done. I paid less than $2 per item.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8877963095970012105?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8877963095970012105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8877963095970012105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8877963095970012105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8877963095970012105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SWjx_btoH8I/AAAAAAAAAns/HPFtdoKcwsc/s72-c/d080_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2854555478430750201</id><published>2009-01-08T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:54:27.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>Monday I had two doctor's appointments.  One was my regular prenatal check-up and the other was my 20 week ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day and Ethan was with us.  At my doctor's office she performed a routine ultrasound.  Emma was being modest again so she couldn't confirm girl.  After she finished she turned on the lights.  She said, "Do you have any questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan piped up, "Are you gonna take a picture of my baby?"  He lifted his shirt to reveal his tummy.  Playing along she asked him if he was having a baby.  "YES!" he said, "It's a Boy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a big kick out of it.  Dr. Summers suggested calling Oprah to Ethan but I think we'll wait on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the 20 week ultrasound went well.  My doctor said they wouldn't say much to me, good or bad, and she was right.  I was able to see for myself some things.  Although I'm not an expert I could tell that the baby had 10 fingers and 10 toes, 2 eyes, a nose and cute little lips.  I could also see the 4 chambers of the heart.  Most of the other things I didn't recognize and the tech went really fast through the list of things she was looking for.  She did confirm that we are having a girl.  I didn't doubt that it was a girl but a 2nd confirmation from a different doctor is always nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone concerned about Ethan having a boy, he does continue to be excited about a sister.  I don't think it will matter when she really arrives...until the new wears off and she's old enough to pester him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2854555478430750201?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2854555478430750201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2854555478430750201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2854555478430750201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2854555478430750201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6436031637490655840</id><published>2009-01-01T14:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:35:46.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Woes of Potty Training'/><title type='text'>Welcome to 2009!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say, "Happy New Year!  Welcome 2009!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also- Ethan has been in big boy underwear since he woke up.  He's hasn't had one accident (yet...I'm not completely naive).  AND...the last two times he's gone potty he has gone all by himself.  Ran to the bathroom, turned on the light, pulled down his pants, jumped on the potty and then yelled, "I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed this today.  Potty training is wearing me out.  I told him the other day I thought his sister would be potty trained before he is.  Today gives me hope that he WILL be the first one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6436031637490655840?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6436031637490655840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6436031637490655840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6436031637490655840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6436031637490655840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-2009.html' title='Welcome to 2009!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3099272067270187844</id><published>2008-12-31T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:00:01.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe 2008 has come to an end.  Here are some highlights, good and not so good, from my 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In January I started working the Highsteppers.  I never thought I would.  It was busy, stressful, time-consuming but oh so fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We met our friends in Vegas to celebrate Jeff's 30th birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw my first Cirque De Soleil show- AWESOME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Disneyworld- Ethan's 1st trip and Nationals with Highsteppers.  Great, great memories!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wonderful, loving and beautiful grandma went to meet Jesus.  I bet she's having a great time with Him.  I miss her everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was officially hired as the Co-Director of the Highsteppers.  The move up has been great and I love the girls dearly.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister told me I was going to be an aunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to Vegas only this time with family.  We love Las Vegas and I got to eat In 'N Out 3 times in one year.  That really deserves it's own bullet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out I was pregnant with our 2nd child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ethan turned 3!  Not sure if this should be a good or bad highlight.  Depends on the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ethan went to his first circus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and I went to see&lt;em&gt;  So You Think You Can Dance &lt;/em&gt;tour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We paid off my car!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We traveled to the Ozarks to see Lindsay for Thanskgiving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched Ethan sing in his first Christmas program.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian took me to see the Rockettes which I loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We found out that we are having a girl!  I am thrilled to pieces.  This may actually be the  highlight of my year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nephew was born, December 28, 2008.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I am meeting Oakley for the first time.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So those are my highlights.  What are yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3099272067270187844?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3099272067270187844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3099272067270187844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3099272067270187844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3099272067270187844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8881018226978264061</id><published>2008-12-30T11:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:12:48.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas this year. We started with our traditional Christmas Eve dinner with my in-laws. We used to go to The Olive Garden for dinner and then a movie...then came Ethan. Movies get harder to go see unless they are intended fo children. We didn't think he'd sit through Four Christmases so we skipped the movie again this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a380932ba800000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa stopped by Gram's house early for Ethan. He dropped off a few Spiderman things in cluding a new sleeping bag.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a2dc8a8ae300000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Paigie gave Ethan &lt;strong&gt;Hungry, Hungry Hippos.&lt;/strong&gt; We had a great time playing. Ethan is actually very good...until he starts cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a24e998ab900000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our game Ethan felt the need to try out his sleeping bag. Somehow he convinced Aunt Paigie to get in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a31ecfaa8b00000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas morning we always spend at our house. Just the 3 of us. Ethan opens his gift from Santa first. This year Santa left him a Batcave for all of his Batman toys. He immediately looked up, toward the North Pole, and said, "Thanks Santa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a2287d0b5e00000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's recently started smiling like his Aunt Lacey did when she was little. Face pointed towards the camera but eyes looking anywhere else. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a260970b9000000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt; After Santa gifts we open our gifts from Brian's mom and step-dad. Aunt Ashley sent Ethan a puzzle with his name on it. He loves to put it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a33323eae900000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also got a robe from Grandma Vicki and Papa Rick. He loves it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and I had decided not to spend too much on Ethan this year. With a new baby coming and a trip to Disney in March we didn't want to go overboard. What we did go overboard on are Batman toys. Fortunately they aren't too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a2ecf90bb800000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a3fa1e2b1800000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a3fa1e2b1800000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to pretend Brian's favorite gift came from me. It may very well be but I didn't ask for sure. I bought him a Richard Petty Driving School Ride-Along pass good at the track of his choices. They were running an AMAZING special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a38c972baa00000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan also received Little Rascals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a25fbe4b3e00000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already gotten my Christmas gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My new camera which I found on Black Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Brian got a gift for me...well, mostly for Emma but I got to open it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a3c858aa7700000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the morning we lounged around.  Took naps.  Played with the Batcave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a299774b9400000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a2ed074bde00000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Then we headed to my parent's house for dinner and gifts.  Our traditional steak dinner. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan got a Spiderman cap from Mimi and Papa.  Along with many other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b8cc06b3127ccec5a3ea382b3600000040O09KYtGbRwD28-Bg/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/" border="0" /&gt; We had a great day and I hope you did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5780251115053123485-8881018226978264061?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8881018226978264061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8881018226978264061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2994451046958654764</id><published>2008-12-23T11:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:46:02.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>Dear Darla</title><content type='html'>Ethan has recently become a fan of the Little Rascals. You know the one with the kid from the Welch's commercials? That one. It also happens to be one that Brian and I love no matter how many times we've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be odd to hear one of us say to the other, "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In a complete &lt;em&gt;iloveyou&lt;/em&gt; sort of way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in the car we started talking about Little Rascals. Brian said, "Dear Darla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan jumped in, "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' butt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2994451046958654764?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2994451046958654764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2994451046958654764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2994451046958654764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2994451046958654764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-darla.html' title='Dear Darla'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4291511469378737652</id><published>2008-12-22T12:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:35:51.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart and Christmas Music</title><content type='html'>I went to Wal-Mart one day last week with the intention of not going back until AFTER Christmas.  HA!  I forgot that I can't seem to go to Wal-Mart without forgetting something.  Even with a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back.  A couple times.  And I forgot things.  Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas music that plays all day is starting to get old.  Maybe it's because the radio stations play the same songs by the same artists over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we were in the car, listening to Christmas songs, and Ethan was singing along.  It was a version of Rudolph I haven't heard all season so I actually enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came The Jackson 5.  I'm sorry.  I just can't do Jackson 5 anymore.  I've heard "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" one too many times.  So I turned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan screamed.  "I WANT THE MUSIC!"  And since it was easier to listen to Michael and his brothers sing than Ethan scream I turned it back.  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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1623885663362221548</id><published>2008-12-17T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:34:45.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Breakfast....and other things</title><content type='html'>I sat down yesterday and made a to do list from now until Christmas. I even color coded it because I'm a big dork. But I needed a list. I needed to see it on paper to get it out of my head. It's already helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd show it to you but then someone would say, "You need to write down to fold the laundry and put it away? You can't just SEE it needs to be done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no. No I can't. Plus I need to feel the satisfaction of crossing it off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some others would secretly say to themselves, "This list is grammatically incorrect. This shouldn't be capitalized!" You know you would. Don't kid yourself. You know who you are. There are at least 4 of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my list is helping. The best part is I stuck it on the refridgerator and Brian vacuumed for me. He saw it was on my list and just did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I'm thinking about Christmas morning breakfast. Usually I make Orange Rolls for Christmas morning but this year I am thinking about making &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/06/cinammon_rolls_/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have for breakfast Christmas morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-1623885663362221548?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1623885663362221548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1623885663362221548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1623885663362221548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1623885663362221548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/chrsitmas-morning-breakfastand-other.html' title='Christmas Morning Breakfast....and other things'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-816038764654004860</id><published>2008-12-16T11:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:51:55.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I didn't have so many thoughts boggling my brain I might be able to come up with a title.</title><content type='html'>A week from tomorrow will be Christmas Eve.  Let me repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A WEEK FROM TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS EVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else feeling as unprepared as me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lists and ideas and plans running around in my mind.  Things to do, places to go, things to buy, wrap and mail.  How did I let Christmas sneak up on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at dinner I started making a list of gifts for everyone on our list.  I was able to check many people off the list which is a good feeling.  Now to finish the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that today is a snow day.  A day that schools are out.  They don't have to go.  And for whatever reason, I feel entitled to snow days too.  But I don't get them.  I just think I should.  There is something about a snowy, icy day that screams NO WORK!  But I'm here.  Thinking about my lists.  And all of the things I could be doing if I weren't here.  Like laundry or dishes.  Or finally putting away the empty rubbermaid tub that I keep ornaments in that's been sitting in my living room since the Sunday after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, if I were home right now I probably wouldn't be doing anything on my list.  I'd be sitting there watching tv or playing with Ethan or seaching the internet for the lowest prices on the gifts I need to buy.  Maybe it's better that I'm here.  Maybe I'll go home motivated to make up for time lost at work.  Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-816038764654004860?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/816038764654004860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=816038764654004860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/816038764654004860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/816038764654004860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-didnt-have-so-many-thoughts.html' title='If I didn&apos;t have so many thoughts boggling my brain I might be able to come up with a title.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3382326110770394280</id><published>2008-12-11T14:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:32.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>One of Ethan's favorite games to play is Hide and Seek.  It's taken quite a while for him to understand the concept of hiding.  He no longer stands in the middle of the living room with a blanket over his head calling for me.  Now he will actually hide- with lights on of course- but he generally gives away his location by talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His counting is getting better but the peeking is not.  He actually counts to 10 now, instead of 3.  It's hard to hide with only 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds allows me enough time to get out of his sight and to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing yesterday at Papa Charles house.  He has a great house for Hide and Seek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to hide so I ran to Papa Charles room and hid in the closet.  I could hear Ethan coming along with Papa Charles.  They searched for quite a while.  I heard him lift the toilet lid to see if I was there.  "Her not in there!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard him says, "Maybe she went in the tv?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally found me after I called and whistled for him.  I guess we still need to work on our seeking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3382326110770394280?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3382326110770394280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3382326110770394280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3382326110770394280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3382326110770394280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-874350360270463068</id><published>2008-12-09T10:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:40:35.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure I can wait another 4 weeks.</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor yesterday for my regular pre-natal visit.  Since I am 15 weeks I was hoping to catch a glimpse whether we are having a boy or girl.  I have been praying a long time for a girl- long before I got pregnant.  But lately my prayers have changed.  Lord, if it's not a girl, please give me joy for a boy.  I do not want to feel disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor began the ultrasound (which she does at every visit) and asked if we wanted to know the sex...if she could tell.  YES!  I didn't hestitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I left very disappointed.  Not because we are having a boy.  Or a girl.  We don't know yet.  What I do know is that I am carrying a child as stubborn as it's father who would not cooperate.  Oh I kid.  But seriously, that baby would not budge.  All we could get was a side view.  It's legs were curled up tight underneath it's bottom.  My doctor tried to look from different angles, even tried poking me with the doppler to make the baby move.  And it did.  Stretched one leg and lifted it's head then curled right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next appointment is in January.  Hopefully we'll get to find out then.  The suspense is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-874350360270463068?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/874350360270463068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=874350360270463068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/874350360270463068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/874350360270463068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-sure-i-can-wait-another-4-weeks.html' title='I&apos;m not sure I can wait another 4 weeks.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6247134149089138521</id><published>2008-12-06T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:31:01.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>A beautiful day in the park + self-timer setting on my camera + photoshop=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtQAS7oNkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TI61AtKYoD8/s1600-h/BandE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899354406827586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtQAS7oNkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TI61AtKYoD8/s400/BandE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP6WoEiVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UMwMxop5vpQ/s1600-h/Family+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899252319324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP6WoEiVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UMwMxop5vpQ/s400/Family+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first photo attempt...not too bad.  And the fact that Ethan is smiling and looking AT the camera is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899235730720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP5Y1ChwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7FZQKDvFv-8/s400/McG+Fam+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't tell but I'm sitting on SEVERAL spiky, prickly, burrs.  OUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899245640809138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP59vyerI/AAAAAAAAAms/OREReJFNYKw/s400/McG+Fam+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that face!  I could eat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899248421416930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP6IGvL-I/AAAAAAAAAm0/5xcHO-qcXUI/s400/McG+Fam+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP5aivhkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/prRVyaSN_1k/s1600-h/MC+McG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276899236190848578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtP5aivhkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/prRVyaSN_1k/s400/MC+McG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5780251115053123485-6247134149089138521?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6247134149089138521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6247134149089138521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6247134149089138521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6247134149089138521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/STtQAS7oNkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/TI61AtKYoD8/s72-c/BandE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7080463013624668862</id><published>2008-12-02T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:58:32.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh December</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it's already December.  Seriously.  Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgiving was fun and relaxing.  Mom and I had a great drive to Arkansas.  We laughed the whole way and decided it was the first time in WAY TOO LONG we'd had an adult conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And that's because Ethan was napping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Lindsay and see where she lives.  We (Brian, Ethan and I) had never been there.  The mountains are beautiful and so is the Buffalo River.  Just be careful driving down to the river.  The signs don't warn you but DEATH may occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR- make sure your vehicle has good brakes.  Fortunately, we did NOT die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great pictures but none are uploaded yet.  I'll try and add them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Thanksgiving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7080463013624668862?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7080463013624668862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7080463013624668862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7080463013624668862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7080463013624668862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-december.html' title='Oh December'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3162660734895561520</id><published>2008-11-25T13:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:03:16.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Motivation?</title><content type='html'>I have completed one task on my to do list from yesterday.  I have some things together for Lindsay and that is all folks.  Laundry is not done.  Batteries are not charged.  Plus there are still a good 6 hours of shows to watch...which just won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet...I'm just sitting here checking out Facebook. and Twitter. and blogging about not doing what I need to be doing.  Although, I did do something productive and check my bank account and pay some bills.  So there is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go do something.  Productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3162660734895561520?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3162660734895561520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3162660734895561520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3162660734895561520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3162660734895561520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-my-motivation.html' title='What&apos;s My Motivation?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8929075367022270450</id><published>2008-11-24T12:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:49:14.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>The countdown to Thanksgiving is on!  We are leaving Wednesday morning to go to Lindsay's for Thanksgiving and I am so ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; ready.  There's the packing and sorting and picking what games and movies to take.  Mentally.  I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAUNDRY &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(capitalized for emphasis of priority)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go through baby stuff to take to Lindsay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick movies and games to take&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure there are plenty of snacks for the car ride for Ethan (and me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charge the portable dvd player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and camera batteries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish watching all our shows on DVR so all the new episodes can tape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure there is more but those are the essentials.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8929075367022270450?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8929075367022270450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8929075367022270450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8929075367022270450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8929075367022270450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/countdown-to-turkey-day.html' title='Countdown to Turkey Day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8676824252724412777</id><published>2008-11-21T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:38:19.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SScACZ9kIlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/h0grV-EoSSY/s1600-h/Lauren+and+Ethan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271181930189300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SScACZ9kIlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/h0grV-EoSSY/s400/Lauren+and+Ethan1.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/5780251115053123485-8676824252724412777?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8676824252724412777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8676824252724412777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8676824252724412777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8676824252724412777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-boy.html' title='Me and my boy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SScACZ9kIlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/h0grV-EoSSY/s72-c/Lauren+and+Ethan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8876862764940274563</id><published>2008-11-17T12:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:50:13.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Monday!</title><content type='html'>Why do Monday's seem to rear their ugly head so quickly?  I needed today to be a Saturday.  Or at least a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a rough day.  I spent it sick and on the couch.  I am praying that it will be the last weekend I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my countdown clock??  Please pray that my second trimester will bring me relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8876862764940274563?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8876862764940274563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8876862764940274563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8876862764940274563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8876862764940274563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-monday.html' title='Oh Monday!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3365566999648124470</id><published>2008-11-14T14:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:00:21.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>He Likes Captain Hook Just As Much As His Aunt Lacey Did!</title><content type='html'>Last night Ethan had a bad dream.  Well, by the crying, I assumed it was a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying, "NO! NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached over to comfort him he cried, "NO!  I don't wanna grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's seen Peter Pan one too many times this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3365566999648124470?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3365566999648124470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3365566999648124470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3365566999648124470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3365566999648124470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-likes-captain-hook-just-as-much-as.html' title='He Likes Captain Hook Just As Much As His Aunt Lacey Did!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6318841355019131802</id><published>2008-11-11T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:03:49.458-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRnklr6KYvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ZCeFBp4An4I/s1600-h/vetsday08-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267492575279473394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRnklr6KYvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ZCeFBp4An4I/s400/vetsday08-med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember to thank a veteran today!&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/5780251115053123485-6318841355019131802?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6318841355019131802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6318841355019131802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6318841355019131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6318841355019131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-veterans-day.html' title='Happy Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRnklr6KYvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ZCeFBp4An4I/s72-c/vetsday08-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6165783792815343367</id><published>2008-11-07T11:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:45:24.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday recipes'/><title type='text'>Holiday Cooking- Blogger Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRR3ZJU0w7I/AAAAAAAAAls/G93x2S2WEXY/s1600-h/holidaycooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965138186650546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRR3ZJU0w7I/AAAAAAAAAls/G93x2S2WEXY/s320/holidaycooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I posted a few holiday recipes for the Holiday Cooking Recipe Exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-potato-crisp.html"&gt;Sweet Potato Crisp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2007/10/luscious-four-layer-pumpkin-cake.html"&gt;Four Layer Pumpkin Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I thought I'd share some candy recipes. My mom, sister and I try to set a day each holiday season to make candy, cookies- all sorts of yummies. We make enough to give to friends- or eat ourselves- whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorites is &lt;strong&gt;Peppermint Bark&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965142950607362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRR3ZbEo-gI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LJ5ZtAA420M/s320/peppermint+bark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half a brick of vanilla almond bark, chopped into squares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5-6 Candy Canes, chopped or hammered (you can use more or less depending on how much crunch you like)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should probably use a double boiler but I try to cut time as much as possible. In a microwavable bowl, melt almond bark squares. Microwave for 30 seconds at a time and stir frequently. Do not overheat.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once completely melted, stir in candy canes.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour onto a cookie sheet covered with wax paper and allow to cool completely. Break into pieces and share! Or not.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Chocolate Cashew Clusters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt; &lt;div&gt;The other half of your vanilla almond bark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One can of cashews (whole or halves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt almond bark stirring frequently. Stir in cashews. Spoon onto wax paper and allow to cool and harden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;For more great holiday recipes, head over to &lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overwhelmed With Joy&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/5780251115053123485-6165783792815343367?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6165783792815343367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6165783792815343367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6165783792815343367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6165783792815343367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-cooking-blogger-style.html' title='Holiday Cooking- Blogger Style'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRR3ZJU0w7I/AAAAAAAAAls/G93x2S2WEXY/s72-c/holidaycooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3275553058623137803</id><published>2008-11-06T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:01:43.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby McGuire'/><title type='text'>Baby #2 update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had my second doctor's visit today. One thing that I loved about my last doctor and now my new doctor is that I get an ultrasound at every visit. It's amazing to see the difference 4 weeks makes. Here is a picture of our little person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265634184980174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRNKZIjllTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/HMDUQ13_R0w/s400/Baby+%232-+11+weeks+details.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The heartbeat was very strong and she said everything looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how different this pregnancy is from the first.  Or maybe I remember the first differently.  A few differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am much more sick this go around.  I have two prescriptions that help a ton.  I don't always feel great but they keep me from throwing up.  I was never sick enough to "need" a prescription with Ethan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've missed several days of work due to morning sickness.  I didn't miss any work with Ethan except for doctor's visits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've missed several mornings of practice.  I don't remember missing anything the last time.  But I was also the only coach at that point so I had to suck it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've felt so miserable I have verbally told several people to remind me of this the next time I think I want a child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not want to eat popsicles or ice cream.  I would not have survived my first trimester with Ethan without popsicles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things that are the same:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking raw hamburger meat grosses me out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The thought of shrimp makes me want to vomit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to bed early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I nap A LOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several people, including my doctor, have commented that maybe the differences mean it's a girl.  We'll see- but not until January.  That's going to be a long wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great Thursday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3275553058623137803?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3275553058623137803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3275553058623137803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3275553058623137803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3275553058623137803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-2-update.html' title='Baby #2 update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9_BcQZGz-8/SRNKZIjllTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/HMDUQ13_R0w/s72-c/Baby+%232-+11+weeks+details.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-366093679915614610</id><published>2008-11-06T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:42:16.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday recipes'/><title type='text'>Holiday Cooking- It's that time of year!</title><content type='html'>Last year I participated in a blogger recipe exchange.  More importantly- HOLIDAY COOKING recipe exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, November 7th, &lt;a href="http://overwhelmedwithjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overwhelmed With Joy&lt;/a&gt;, will be hosting the exchange again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-366093679915614610?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/366093679915614610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=366093679915614610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/366093679915614610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/366093679915614610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-cooking-its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Holiday Cooking- It&apos;s that time of year!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4702591702073957468</id><published>2008-11-04T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:29:17.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>Some Election Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>As I was driving to pick-up Ethan before voting I saw two women holding Obama-Biden posters on the side of the highway.  Another driver saw them, honked and gave them a thumbs up.  I thought about running them over.  Literally.  But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now my mom is saying LAUREN?! I can't believe you just said that.  Lacey is still trying to convince herself she made the right decision.  And Lindsay is somewhere in the Ozarks thinking she can't believe her sister is voting for McCain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was number 1516 to vote at my polling place this afternoon at 3:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received the very last "I Voted" sticker.  Although, I'm pretty sure had the old ladies passing them out not been wearing so many- MAYBE- a few others could have had one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home, watching Behind Enemy Lines.  Because it is a great movie.  And makes me feel proud of our men in uniform.  Like McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to an Election party at Joe and Rachel's.  It's an American potluck.  Brian wants to take Hooters wings.  What's more American?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4702591702073957468?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4702591702073957468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4702591702073957468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4702591702073957468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4702591702073957468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-election-day-thoughts.html' title='Some Election Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6560739443210628746</id><published>2008-10-31T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:57:19.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Toledo!</title><content type='html'>Gas is $1.99/gallon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO-HOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6560739443210628746?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6560739443210628746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6560739443210628746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6560739443210628746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6560739443210628746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/holy-toledo.html' title='Holy Toledo!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-3581518286678657422</id><published>2008-10-29T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:57:27.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>Dancing Queen- That's Me!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday we were at my parent's house before the game.  Lacey was keeping Ethan and Brian and I were saying good-bye to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always he asked where I was going.  I told him I was going to see "the girls" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Highsteppers&lt;/span&gt;) at the football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girls are gonna dance Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," I said.  "The girls are going to dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to Lacey with a big proud smile on his face (or- that's how &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; saw it) and said, "My mom is a dancer.  Her a GOOD dancer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just grinned at me.  Almost saying, right Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so sweet.  I beamed.  It's one thing to have your mom and dad say they are proud of you.  Or your husband.  Or friends.  But when a 3 year-old little boy is proud of his mama, there is no other feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it won't last.  I won't always be a good dancer in his eyes.  I'm sure by the time he's my age he'll sit in the living room and mock me like my sisters and I mock my dad.  Hopefully I have a while before that sets in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-3581518286678657422?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/3581518286678657422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=3581518286678657422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3581518286678657422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/3581518286678657422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-queen-thats-me.html' title='Dancing Queen- That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2308296509766409688</id><published>2008-10-28T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:55:14.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>A few random things...</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  I am feeling pretty good today.  I didn't sleep well last night and spent a lot of time praying I wouldn't feel crappy.  Thank you Lord for answering prayer even if I am a little jittery.  Which may or may not be the cold medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled my tea all over me on the way to work and now my pants are wet.  AND.  My shirt.  AND.  When I grabbed the napkins in my car to wipe myself off they shed all over me.  The day I choose to wear a black shirt and dark denim jeans I get covered in napkin fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a poll up to ask people their opinion of middle names.  So far 11 people have voted.  I am very impressed because I was hoping at least 4 would vote.  I wish it told me who voted for what.  In case your new here, I'm nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did the same poll online at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babycenter&lt;/span&gt;.com.  The same name is winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have competition Saturday.  It will be the first time to get our jazz on the floor.  I'm terrified.  Don't tell the girls.  They'll be great.  I just had this dream that it was a disaster and we were in yellow and NO ONE KNEW THE DANCE.  But it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for Thanksgiving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first trimester to be OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Halloween is Friday.  Ethan is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;- big shocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so sick we haven't even bought pumpkins.  It's a very sad day my friends.  Especially if you new how much I love pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough rambling.  Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2308296509766409688?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2308296509766409688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2308296509766409688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2308296509766409688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2308296509766409688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-random-things.html' title='A few random things...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-4044730545636198197</id><published>2008-10-24T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:34:57.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>Age 3: The Year of Never Ending Questions</title><content type='html'>On the day Ethan turned two the Terrible Two's made their appearance known. Now that he's 3 it's 20 Questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is just an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the car last night after leaving our house. Aunt Lacey had been with us and left at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Where's Lacey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: In the red car in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is her in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she left the house first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did her leave the house first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she was parked behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is her going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mimi's house with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we going to Mimi's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take her soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we taking her soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she doesn't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why her not feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because her feelings are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why her feeling are hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somebody said something to her that wasn't very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert Name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why he say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Uncle Mitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Why is&lt;/span&gt; Uncle Mitch playing golf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he likes it. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is golf fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because golf is a sport and sports are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is golf a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God made golf a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make it a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God made everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Good make everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about 20 Questions..give or take a few. I just laughed. And whether or not you find it as funny as we did I needed to remember this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-4044730545636198197?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/4044730545636198197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=4044730545636198197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4044730545636198197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/4044730545636198197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-3-year-of-never-ending-questions.html' title='Age 3: The Year of Never Ending Questions'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-7571380231129506304</id><published>2008-10-23T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:36:59.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>In case you hadn't heard...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official now that the Highsteppers know.  And even though all 4 of you already know I can now proclaim it freely.  I am pregnant!  And sick as a dog.  Now I can finally write about being sick and everyone will feel sorry for me.  Just kidding.  You don't have to feel sorry for me.  Really.  My mom feels badly enough.  She's been there, done that.  In fact, I'm really not sure why she didn't stop after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Christy weeks ago about being pregnant and that I wasn't ready to tell the girls.  She (and Brian) thought I was being silly, but agreed not to say anything.  I told her it was my intention to wait until&lt;br /&gt;1. I was showing&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2. I was so sick it affected me at practice and I couldn't hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I rolled into practice with sweats and a red splotchy face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I popped so many tiny blood vessels it looked like someone had dotted all over my face with a red pen.  And my eyes were swollen from all the throwing up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captain looked at me at one point, a look of pity, and said, "Are you okay?"  I decided I had to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next two days in bed.  My mom came to help and wait on me.  Brian has been very helpful the last few days and cleaned the house.  Ethan, God love him, wants nothing more than to cuddle and be right in my face.  He's also been sick and on a steroid that makes him a little...wild.  And not sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this pregnancy has been much harder than the first and I'm only 9 weeks (tomorrow).  And I am counting.  I am praying this will disappear at my second trimester just like the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to the care from my mom and husband and a dose of Phenergan, I'm alive.  At work.  And eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-7571380231129506304?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/7571380231129506304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=7571380231129506304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7571380231129506304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/7571380231129506304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-case-you-hadnt-heard.html' title='In case you hadn&apos;t heard...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2027421999854935167</id><published>2008-10-17T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:07:04.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>Learning to Pray</title><content type='html'>Talk around our house the last few days all seems to be about Ethan's birthday.  He turns three Sunday or as he says "FREE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally he is very excited about his birthday but every now and then he decides a birthday is not for him.  Like this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting on the couch and I began talking about his birthday.  I told him in two days he'll be 3 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- "I DON'T WANNA BE FREE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whining began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- "Why do I have to be free, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Well, everyone has a birthday because that's how God made us.  God wants you to be three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- "TELL, GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Tell God what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- "Tell God I don't wanna be free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he doesn't understand yet that no matter his prayer, he'll still be three.  But I love that he believes God can change it and is learning to pray about things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-2027421999854935167?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/2027421999854935167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=2027421999854935167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2027421999854935167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/2027421999854935167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-pray.html' title='Learning to Pray'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-9024925894934141585</id><published>2008-10-14T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:04:29.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!</title><content type='html'>IT'S TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-9024925894934141585?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/9024925894934141585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=9024925894934141585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/9024925894934141585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/9024925894934141585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6067954373668109843</id><published>2008-10-13T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:08:36.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/"&gt;Big Mama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;BooMama&lt;/a&gt; both hosted a cd giveaway this last week.  I entered both though I knew it would not help because I never win anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed Big Mama my address so she can send me my new cd.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me...which was yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6067954373668109843?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6067954373668109843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6067954373668109843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6067954373668109843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6067954373668109843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6428588650796856099</id><published>2008-10-08T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:55:39.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>I Heart Him...A Lot.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling very well lately.  Last night I was on the couch, huddled in my blanket, looking miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan hugged me and smiled.  I asked him to pray for Mommy not knowing what he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked straight up to the sky and said, "God.  Please help my mommy not be sick.  Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course then I started bawling and the pure sweetness sitting in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my sweet angel boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6428588650796856099?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6428588650796856099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6428588650796856099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6428588650796856099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6428588650796856099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-hima-lot.html' title='I Heart Him...A Lot.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-344202968258469616</id><published>2008-09-26T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:00:01.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little skeptical but I'll give it a shot</title><content type='html'>Clean Your House In 19 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/blog/a_NgSIWKqedEw1YSaMde1xmGkAfo6K6Sbd8ri/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/blog/a_NgSIWKqedEw1YSaMde1xmGkAfo6K6Sbd8ri/"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/a&gt;, on Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:50am PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a plan of attack, you can maintain a sparkling house in just 19 minutes a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kitchen, 4 1/2 minutes daily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always start with the sink. A sparkling sink becomes your kitchen's benchmark for hygiene and tidiness, inspiring you to &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/content/0,21770,689568,00.html?xid=yshidish" rel="nofollow"&gt;load the dishwasher&lt;/a&gt; immediately and keep counters, refrigerator doors, and the stove top spick-and-span, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe down the sink after doing the dishes or loading the dishwasher (30 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe down the stove top (one minute). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe down the counters (one minute). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweep, Swiffer, or vacuum the floor (two minutes). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bathroom, 2 minutes daily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make cleaning the basin as routine as washing your hands. But don't stop there. Get the most out of your premoistened wipe by using it to clean around the edges of the tub and then the toilet before tossing it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe out the sink (30 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe the toilet seat and rim (15 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swoosh the toilet bowl with a brush (15 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe the mirror and faucet (15 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Squeegee the shower door (30 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spray the entire shower and the curtain liner with shower mist after every use (15 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bedroom, 6 1/2 minutes daily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplystated.realsimple.com/life/2008/03/a-key-to-happin.html?xid=yshibed" rel="nofollow"&gt;Make your bed&lt;/a&gt; right before or after your morning shower. A neat bed will inspire you to deal with other messes immediately. Although smoothing sheets and plumping pillows might not seen like a high priority as you're rushing to work, the payoff comes at the end of the day, when you slip back under the unruffled covers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make the bed (two minutes). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold or hang clothing and put away jewelry (four minutes). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straighten out the night-table surface (30 seconds). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family Room, Living Room, Foyer, 6 minutes daily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start with the sofa -- as long as it's in disarray, your living room will never look tidy. Once you've fluffed the pillows and folded the throws, you're halfway home. If you pop in a CD while you dust, you should be able cover the whole room by the end of the third track. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up crumbs and dust bunnies with a handheld vacuum (one minute). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fluff the cushions and fold throws after use (two minutes). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe tabletops and spot-clean cabinets when you see fingerprints (one minute). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straighten coffee-table books and magazines. Throw out newspapers. Put away CDs and videos. (Two minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-344202968258469616?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/344202968258469616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=344202968258469616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/344202968258469616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/344202968258469616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-little-skeptical-but-ill-give-it.html' title='I&apos;m a little skeptical but I&apos;ll give it a shot'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-2117524972529182864</id><published>2008-09-25T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:48:55.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IP931hWWYoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IP931hWWYoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-customcountdown-start" style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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I say "friend" because I am pretty sure it's not a friend but an imaginary and scary dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago my sister was watching Ethan at my mom's house. I noticed a sheet draped over the table. When I asked Lacey why the sheet was there she said, "We were hiding from Sparky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is Sparky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Sparky the dog lives at my mom and dad's and he likes to bite your toes. Therefore, hiding under the dining room table covered by a sheet and sitting with your feet underneath you is the only protection from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure where he comes up with this stuff but I love watching his imagination run wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-634767048266211800?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/634767048266211800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=634767048266211800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/634767048266211800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/634767048266211800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-you-ever-have-imaginary-friend.html' title='Did you ever have an imaginary friend?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-6082422173280407178</id><published>2008-09-16T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:04:14.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations with Ethan'/><title type='text'>Table Talk</title><content type='html'>Ethan has had an ear infection and been on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;.  With these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; antibiotics he always seems to become constipated.  It's sad really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night at dinner Brian poured him a glass of apple juice.  He set the glass down and told Ethan to drink his juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; said, "It will help me poop?  Mama, this juice helps me poop!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Brian puzzled.  "What? It's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll have years of inappropriate table talk ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-6082422173280407178?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/6082422173280407178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=6082422173280407178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6082422173280407178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/6082422173280407178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/09/table-talk.html' title='Table Talk'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-1790979982087784470</id><published>2008-09-13T10:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:18:19.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad the weekend is finally here. What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first home game of the season went really well. A few highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE WON!! And I was at the game. This gives me great hope. It really was a fantastic game. Regardless of the first half, the second half is guaranteed to be a nail biter. Every year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The half-time performances were great! We can only get better from here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ethan was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JumboTron&lt;/span&gt; TWICE! As his mom I find that completely enjoyable. Someone did stop me to ask if it was him. She was sure it had to be because "he looked like a miniature Brian". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I can relax for the rest of the weekend. Though relaxing is not exactly my plan. In an attempt to actually accomplished a to do list, I am going to post it here and hope that it will keep me accountable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;do the dishes (They are piled up so high it's really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to admit!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wash, dry and put away 2 loads of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run errands (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, Dollar Tree and maybe Garden Ridge)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dust and vacuum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweep and mop the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;attempt to take off the wallpaper in the guest bath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read and study for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LifeGroup&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;All before we go to church at 4:00. I think I can do it...maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the last of the dishes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;put away 2 loads of laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dust and vacuum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sweep and mop the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;read and study for LifeGroup tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean out the refrigerator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIT TO ADD UPDATED TO DO LIST FOR SUNDAY&lt;/em&gt;&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/5780251115053123485-1790979982087784470?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/1790979982087784470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=1790979982087784470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1790979982087784470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/1790979982087784470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-saturday-saturday.html' title='Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780251115053123485.post-8578343383481825848</id><published>2008-09-11T14:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:11:44.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>This week is Jenks week.  It may mean nothing to you but for me it means alot of crazy.  Jenks week promises crazy every year.  It is crazy for several reasons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It means two performance in one half-time.  It doesn't seem like that big of deal.  But half-time?  It's not that long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It means it's the first home game of the season.  The Highstepper debut under new direction.  Mine.  It's a little nerve racking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The girls will be fantastic- they have been all week.  They are ready.  I should be ready.  I am.  Just nervous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It means one of the 2 routines is a combined performance with cheer and pom.  It will be great but I will be glad to have it behind us.  No more combined practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The girls attention span is shortening as the week closes in on Friday.  They love this game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me?  Not so much.  We lose everytime I go.  So- Tina- I'm sorry.  I have to be there this year.  You might want to apologize to your hubby for me too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The crowd will be massive.  We'll be at Tuttle, not Skelly.  People. Will. Be. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's supposed to rain.  Alot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It means I'll sit on edge the whole game with butterflies for my brother-in-law and the other boys I don't know because if one thing is certain it's that this game is never short of crazy.  Back and forth, up and down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on top of all the crazy I still have a cold.  Although I do believe my man voice is gone.  That's a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5780251115053123485-8578343383481825848?l=ethansmama19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/feeds/8578343383481825848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5780251115053123485&amp;postID=8578343383481825848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8578343383481825848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5780251115053123485/posts/default/8578343383481825848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethansmama19.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356883575132461683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
