<?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-5439526411435100367</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:31:02.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'>~Counting our blessings one chaotic day at a time~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-3847370272111417971</id><published>2008-11-16T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:08:50.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citadel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic40.picturetrail.com/VOL380/8716611/flicks/1/6082595" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="460" height="350" name="moving_thumbs" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:350px;width:460px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&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/5439526411435100367-3847370272111417971?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3847370272111417971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=3847370272111417971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3847370272111417971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3847370272111417971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/citadel.html' title='Citadel'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-1093459215792876483</id><published>2008-08-10T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:15:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations with Bike Lessons</title><content type='html'>The frustration. The tears. The kicking and screaming...and that's just the parent. But seriously, all the different ways to get your child to let go of their fears and just get on the bike, whether by bribe or pushing, is exhausting, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent you're not supposed to show your emotions. Keep that frustration in check. Smile when you just want to scream. Say great job when the only thing you want to do is take that bicycle and throw it in the trash. Fortunately, the bike was saved thanks to an online book I found about how to teach your child to ride a bike without losing your mind or breaking your back. I will try to post it here when I figure out how. In the meantime, here's a &lt;a href="http://bicycling.about.com/od/howtoride/The_Basics_of_Bike_Riding.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to some info that might be helpful to you or just google "bike riding made easy". And because my husband does the bulk of the teaching, I gave it to him and was surprised that he actually read it and tried some of the techniques. It has been a life, mind, relationship saving thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to pay $15 for the book, but it was well worth it.  There are lots of free sites with similar info, but who has the time.  My daughter just turned 5 and is riding her 20" bike like a pro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-1093459215792876483?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1093459215792876483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=1093459215792876483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/1093459215792876483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/1093459215792876483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrations-with-bike-lessons.html' title='Frustrations with Bike Lessons'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-7991255981757366618</id><published>2008-08-08T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:00:35.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>My dear husband ordered these socks for our two little girls the other day.  They are from a company called &lt;a href="http://www.littlemismatched.com/"&gt;'Little Mismatched' &lt;/a&gt;and I have absolutely fallen in love with them.  No two items match, which is perfect for my eldest, who tells me, on a daily basis, that she doesn't have to match.  To me it promotes individuality and independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX5Q6rTDI/AAAAAAAADtk/tbEMZhQjI9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294245891263538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX5Q6rTDI/AAAAAAAADtk/tbEMZhQjI9Y/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my baby's feet.  She will not go two hours without her new socks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX5z_l5DI/AAAAAAAADts/6XuQWIF-FT4/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294255307121714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX5z_l5DI/AAAAAAAADts/6XuQWIF-FT4/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how adorable they are.  They come three in a pack with similar colors in varying patterns.  How ingenious is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX53Yb1NI/AAAAAAAADt0/9JvmRT2qqtw/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294256216626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX53Yb1NI/AAAAAAAADt0/9JvmRT2qqtw/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only downsize?  Well, all this individuality has led to my baby wanting to wear sandals with socks.  Oh, the horror!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to my next favorite thing (s), which has no correlation to the above post except maybe that I briefly breastfed my babies.  And if you're like me and absolutely hate strapless bras or if you've ever worn band-aids to cover up the *gasp* nipple, then this one is perfect for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX6I6cGdI/AAAAAAAADt8/YQazcdB0RQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294260922653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX6I6cGdI/AAAAAAAADt8/YQazcdB0RQ8/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see these?  They are called Nipple Smooth 'em concealers.  They are perfect to wear with tube tops and those hard to pair with a bra tops and dresses.  I got mine at &lt;a href="http://www.itsinhergenes.com/"&gt;genealogy&lt;/a&gt; but you can also &lt;a href="http://www.barenecessities.com/Pure-Style-Girlfriends-Smoothem-Nipple-Concealers_product_PureStyleGirlfriends75745_,search,.htm"&gt;purchase&lt;/a&gt; them online or at fine boutiques.  The other really amazing item they have is called the &lt;a href="http://www.barenecessities.com/Pure-Style-Girlfriends-Pick-Me-Up-Breast-Lift-Tape_product_PureStyleGirlfriends75752.htm"&gt;pick-me-up breast lift tape &lt;/a&gt;and other coold stuff such as this &lt;a href="http://www.barenecessities.com/Fashion-Forms-Bring-It-Up-Breast-Lift-3-Pack_product_FashionForms1301.htm"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.  It is pure genius for those of us who've had and breastfed babies and are fighting gravity.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294544175228306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzYKoHHZZI/AAAAAAAADuM/_NuLcuQ-ZJg/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX6YVHOdI/AAAAAAAADuE/4lcWIfPUrxo/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232294265061063122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX6YVHOdI/AAAAAAAADuE/4lcWIfPUrxo/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what they look like outside the box.  They are the color of flesh and you can reuse them up to 20-times and up to 8-hours per wear.  They are made from 100% silicone and are waterproof and sweatproof.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**Not a paid endorsement.  I just absolutely, positively love these products.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/5439526411435100367-7991255981757366618?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7991255981757366618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=7991255981757366618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/7991255981757366618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/7991255981757366618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/latest-favorite-things.html' title='Latest Favorite Things'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJzX5Q6rTDI/AAAAAAAADtk/tbEMZhQjI9Y/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-780173105004370058</id><published>2008-08-06T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:49:25.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to make you laugh.  Or cringe!</title><content type='html'>Bringing you a dose of laughter. I know, I know, it's cruel to laugh at other peoples' misfortunes but you know that you know someone that has gone through at least a similar mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope the athletes on this video are not our current olympians in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all rated G.  No adult content on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1xqm7gmBjs&amp;amp;fs=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in fun. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-780173105004370058?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/780173105004370058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=780173105004370058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/780173105004370058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/780173105004370058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-to-make-you-laugh-or-cringe.html' title='Something to make you laugh.  Or cringe!'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-1504850886150879064</id><published>2008-08-05T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:52:45.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Children</title><content type='html'>Living with children is always one surprise after another. Your life is always being rearranged. It also means that your children are constantly rearranging your home.&lt;br /&gt;For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your countertop becomes a nature trail...nature preserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc96vKPSI/AAAAAAAACog/Y9-D9gfL6CM/s1600-h/Nature1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203659744514555170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc96vKPSI/AAAAAAAACog/Y9-D9gfL6CM/s320/Nature1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-KvKPTI/AAAAAAAACoo/-XyTxUqMQz4/s1600-h/nature3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203659748809522482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-KvKPTI/AAAAAAAACoo/-XyTxUqMQz4/s320/nature3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stoty here...when we lived in SC, Belle and I would go on nature walks and on these walks, she would try to pick up every rock, leaf, and stick on the way. She would gather something for everyone in the immediate and extended family that she could name. When we got home, our pockets were full of everything that nature has to offer. Well, She hasn't lost her love of nature and her passion for bringing things for her loved ones...This leaf here is for daddy, I know he's gonna love it; and this rock I picked for sissy. Mommy, I got you this stick, isn't it pretty?...so sweet! Let's hope she doesn't start bringing stray pets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your kitchen table becomes an art studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQqvKPXI/AAAAAAAACpI/V3oFRXb-fgc/s1600-h/Art3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660066637102450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQqvKPXI/AAAAAAAACpI/V3oFRXb-fgc/s320/Art3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-avKPWI/AAAAAAAACpA/i6RZLRrkpyA/s1600-h/Art2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203659753104489826" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-avKPWI/AAAAAAAACpA/i6RZLRrkpyA/s320/Art2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-avKPVI/AAAAAAAACo4/5sJdYdO9yJU/s1600-h/Art1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203659753104489810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-avKPVI/AAAAAAAACo4/5sJdYdO9yJU/s320/Art1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love their art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your kitchen floor becomes the site for your next tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-KvKPUI/AAAAAAAACow/UQFHGwKMd9E/s1600-h/tupperware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203659748809522498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc-KvKPUI/AAAAAAAACow/UQFHGwKMd9E/s320/tupperware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly's handiwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The floor becomes your library/bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdRKvKPbI/AAAAAAAACpo/RXPZrnVqfmo/s1600-h/Books1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660075227037106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdRKvKPbI/AAAAAAAACpo/RXPZrnVqfmo/s320/Books1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls spend a lot of time in this little corner amongst their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And your master bath becomes the new playroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQqvKPYI/AAAAAAAACpQ/cKRqebEr3jE/s1600-h/Bath_Toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660066637102466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQqvKPYI/AAAAAAAACpQ/cKRqebEr3jE/s320/Bath_Toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQ6vKPZI/AAAAAAAACpY/-YL2sEBgCWs/s1600-h/Bath_toys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660070932069778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQ6vKPZI/AAAAAAAACpY/-YL2sEBgCWs/s320/Bath_toys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQ6vKPaI/AAAAAAAACpg/yKXyaWON_Qg/s1600-h/Bath_toys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660070932069794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcdQ6vKPaI/AAAAAAAACpg/yKXyaWON_Qg/s320/Bath_toys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will dump their toys in there and entertain themselves for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never a dull moment when kids are around...and who says you don't have enough room in your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-1504850886150879064?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1504850886150879064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=1504850886150879064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/1504850886150879064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/1504850886150879064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-and-children.html' title='Home and Children'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SDcc96vKPSI/AAAAAAAACog/Y9-D9gfL6CM/s72-c/Nature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-3048127545002036867</id><published>2008-08-05T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:00:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm finally back to blogging after being gone for a while. My computer crashed. But I don't want to talk about that. Instead I want to talk about the crashing of the waves. Our trip to the beach and the opportunities that therein abound. And they don't always have to do with sand and surf. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5GFbjEkI/AAAAAAAADek/4JJNG5WSIeE/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230501162681307714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5GFbjEkI/AAAAAAAADek/4JJNG5WSIeE/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins from different parts of the states finally together and sharing a watermelon. What's a southern get-together without watermelon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230505580652907794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ9HPqDzRI/AAAAAAAADfM/_5LDBPBx2GQ/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turning a profit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5Gy3c-CI/AAAAAAAADe0/Obc43q4skcA/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230501174877943842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5Gy3c-CI/AAAAAAAADe0/Obc43q4skcA/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231109183838272770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJiiFkv2vQI/AAAAAAAADi0/ngKBNeVtruo/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Seashells for Sale. We also have icebergs in Antarctica for sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5HM9QW4I/AAAAAAAADe8/dLIVcr1m7P8/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230501181881604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5HM9QW4I/AAAAAAAADe8/dLIVcr1m7P8/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230505589986402386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ9HybVoFI/AAAAAAAADfU/wd3DMEao6Gg/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A chance for family, young and old, to help each other out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5Hcix_RI/AAAAAAAADfE/IGzNMPcSchI/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230501186065530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5Hcix_RI/AAAAAAAADfE/IGzNMPcSchI/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dining alfresco overlooking a marsh. Without supervision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230505595182882594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ9IFyRnyI/AAAAAAAADfc/RJe35qvt610/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers to sit down and talk after months of not seeing each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230505601089007634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ9IbyZ8BI/AAAAAAAADfk/7m5DHJIWeM0/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Explore new territory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230505599318128866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ9IVMMeOI/AAAAAAAADfs/hWFNlTP6-t4/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And beautiful sunsets. View from main house porch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-3048127545002036867?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3048127545002036867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=3048127545002036867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3048127545002036867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3048127545002036867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-part-ii.html' title='The Beach, Part II'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SJZ5GFbjEkI/AAAAAAAADek/4JJNG5WSIeE/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-3971918736125381900</id><published>2008-08-05T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:56:15.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah/Pooler, GA</title><content type='html'>So after leaving the kids at the beach, I made the 2-hour drive to the Savannah airport to pick up the hubby from a business trip to MN...We wanted to see some friends that moved to Pooler last year and also support them in their new venture - their new store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUlDGpL8pI/AAAAAAAADY4/4J8TKbhW4qY/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221120078259155602" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUlDGpL8pI/AAAAAAAADY4/4J8TKbhW4qY/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsinhergenes.com/"&gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt;...you need to go! 10-minutes from the Savannah airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUlUXtpMoI/AAAAAAAADZA/qFPdjZkB6Xk/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221120374899028610" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUlUXtpMoI/AAAAAAAADZA/qFPdjZkB6Xk/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an upscale boutique with the latest trends (French Connection, Citizens of Humanity, Paige denim just to name a few). We had a great time and I even got my own personal shopping day. Yep! I'm that important...okay, maybe not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUl80DBplI/AAAAAAAADZI/JZu1dZPn1Dw/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121069699671634" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUl80DBplI/AAAAAAAADZI/JZu1dZPn1Dw/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the owners, Rosanne and Gene. They are newlyweds; well, fairly new anyway, about a year. Gene and Thomas are childhood friends. Actually, I think they're fraternal twins born to different mothers. They also attended the same &lt;a href="http://www.citadel.edu/"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt;. And I won't even go into all the mischief I've heard these two have gotten into over the years. But they are wonderful, sweet, fun people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUnzLylveI/AAAAAAAADZQ/JRjWDPdHQxU/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123103297748450" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUnzLylveI/AAAAAAAADZQ/JRjWDPdHQxU/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here they are, along with Thomas, in front of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUo0CdCjyI/AAAAAAAADZY/yFiqmFlbTMA/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221124217482940194" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUo0CdCjyI/AAAAAAAADZY/yFiqmFlbTMA/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUo0IeI3II/AAAAAAAADZg/c3SqVJ6ZP08/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221124219098160258" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUo0IeI3II/AAAAAAAADZg/c3SqVJ6ZP08/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we are at the &lt;a href="http://www.thecrabshack.com/"&gt;Crab Shack &lt;/a&gt;in Tybee Island. Loved the place, the atmosphere, and the company. There's also a lagoon full of alligators which you have to cross to get to the hostess shack - so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll post some pictures and a video of Thomas and Gene playing Wii. You will roll on the floor laughing. Just too funny. I've been told I can't post it. Maybe if I get enough support from everyone, he'll change his mind. And speaking of Wii, I seriously suck at the thing, but I was never any good at video games anyway.&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/5439526411435100367-3971918736125381900?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3971918736125381900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=3971918736125381900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3971918736125381900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3971918736125381900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/savannahpooler-ga.html' title='Savannah/Pooler, GA'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUlDGpL8pI/AAAAAAAADY4/4J8TKbhW4qY/s72-c/IMG_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-5818796293551435974</id><published>2008-07-08T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:21:49.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiwMVJkFI/AAAAAAAADYY/DEOgKjO_XIY/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221117554344955986" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiwMVJkFI/AAAAAAAADYY/DEOgKjO_XIY/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending over a week at the grandparents house, we headed to the beach for a week of fun and family. It is an annual tradition where the whole extended family gets together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUix0VSaBI/AAAAAAAADYg/dSEtkJz9XBw/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221117582262822930" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUix0VSaBI/AAAAAAAADYg/dSEtkJz9XBw/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in the sand with cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiyYJD5-I/AAAAAAAADYo/V5lB8ZUOPpk/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221117591875217378" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiyYJD5-I/AAAAAAAADYo/V5lB8ZUOPpk/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiz5XNCDI/AAAAAAAADYw/H3y6HafsWWc/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221117617972774962" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiz5XNCDI/AAAAAAAADYw/H3y6HafsWWc/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a day at the beach and leaving the kiddos with the g'rents, my next expedition took me to Savannah, GA to pick up dear hubby...see next post for more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-5818796293551435974?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5818796293551435974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=5818796293551435974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/5818796293551435974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/5818796293551435974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach-part-i.html' title='The Beach, Part I'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SHUiwMVJkFI/AAAAAAAADYY/DEOgKjO_XIY/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-591256330302517099</id><published>2008-05-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:09:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mother/Daughter Pottery Night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and because of this, I only have one picture to show for it. We got there and got our plates and by the time I got my plate ready, Belle was half-way done with hers - all freehand! There was so much excitement and talking that we forgot all about the camera and focused on the fun at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3H0X343KI/AAAAAAAACfo/B3s8KEOZcWE/s1600-h/MDpotteryNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196529247630974114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3H0X343KI/AAAAAAAACfo/B3s8KEOZcWE/s320/MDpotteryNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the highlight of the evening was when my neighbor called saying she was running late, could I pick up her two girls from latchkey and she would meet us at the event. Well, Belle thought that was the best thing to ever happen, riding with her friends - WOW! Now imagine three little girls in the backseat of a car...the giggling, the talking, even the screaming - priceless sounds to be cherished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nap Time Reading...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's daddy reading to Lilly before taking her nap. She is the best sleeper ever...will nap from about 1:30 - 4:00pm and go down for the night at 8:00pm. Oh, and note that Lilly is matching her bedding...fashion conscious even while sleeping...hee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KD3343LI/AAAAAAAACfw/-ffLL5xGz_A/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KFH343NI/AAAAAAAACgA/66fGQ_jQArU/s1600-h/Naptime1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196531734417038546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KFH343NI/AAAAAAAACgA/66fGQ_jQArU/s200/Naptime1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KEn343MI/AAAAAAAACf4/3iPe-UhKTbY/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196531725827103938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KEn343MI/AAAAAAAACf4/3iPe-UhKTbY/s200/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;___________&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KD3343LI/AAAAAAAACfw/-ffLL5xGz_A/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196531712942202034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3KD3343LI/AAAAAAAACfw/-ffLL5xGz_A/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/5439526411435100367-591256330302517099?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/591256330302517099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=591256330302517099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/591256330302517099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/591256330302517099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/motherdaughter-pottery-night.html' title=''/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SB3H0X343KI/AAAAAAAACfo/B3s8KEOZcWE/s72-c/MDpotteryNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-2540468349747580368</id><published>2008-04-28T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:06:37.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impression 5</title><content type='html'>School field trip to &lt;a href="http://www.impression5.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=53&amp;amp;Itemid=110"&gt;'Impression 5 Science Center' &lt;/a&gt;in Lansing. There's nothing more relaxing than an hour trip listening to a sleepover party CD, a few hours with a bunch of screaming kids, and another hour drive back in howling winds. It was a lot of fun though, especially because it was mommy and Belle time in the car.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't ride the school bus because: 1) The school asked as many parents as possible to drive to save money on gas - one school bus vs. two saves lots of money. 2) Mommy didn't feel comfortable letting her go on such a long trip in a school bus all by herself. Chaperones/parents were not allowed to ride the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMfH343GI/AAAAAAAACeo/WzC2YPYe0Z8/s1600-h/I5_Mouth1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194352949047385186" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMfH343GI/AAAAAAAACeo/WzC2YPYe0Z8/s320/I5_Mouth1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My! What a big mouth you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMfX343HI/AAAAAAAACew/gXGqhi1zbzU/s1600-h/I5_SamBekah[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194352953342352498" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMfX343HI/AAAAAAAACew/gXGqhi1zbzU/s320/I5_SamBekah%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs Sam &amp;amp; Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMf3343II/AAAAAAAACe4/QcKiOKHCuL4/s1600-h/I5_Slime1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194352961932287106" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMf3343II/AAAAAAAACe4/QcKiOKHCuL4/s320/I5_Slime1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slime Lab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-2540468349747580368?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2540468349747580368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=2540468349747580368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/2540468349747580368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/2540468349747580368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/impression-5.html' title='Impression 5'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/SBYMfH343GI/AAAAAAAACeo/WzC2YPYe0Z8/s72-c/I5_Mouth1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-3451805188844428256</id><published>2008-04-05T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:12:05.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>I want to share something that I did this Saturday morning and below is a picture to show you how wonderful an experience it was. Now, before you look at the picture, I must warn that your eyes might start to blur and your nose to sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have tissues handy because you might cry at the emotional impact it will have on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that it's a very rare event, unlike anything you - well, at least I - see on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very special to me. I hope you understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're absolutely sure you can handle it, please scroll down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/R_f5B3AnTUI/AAAAAAAACVo/CbAg6XlTUHY/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185887306282126658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/R_f5B3AnTUI/AAAAAAAACVo/CbAg6XlTUHY/s320/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I did absolutely nothing! Hey...it was special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, wonderful husband got up with the girls this morning and had them fed, dressed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the house clean by the time I got up. They had a daddy/daughters morning out planned and mommy got to have the house all to herself. It was blissfully quiet and peaceful. I read the newspaper without interruption, I drank my coffee that he so thoughtfully always has ready for me every morning, I read my book (The Dark Tide by Andrew Gross) and sometimes just stared at the walls or picked my toes (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls dearly, I even miss them when they're upstairs playing, but mommies rarely get any time off and more rare is the occasion when they have the house all to themselves. I cherished this morning. I relished in the quiet, the solitude, the tranquility of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to point out however, that getting up with the girls or helping out around the house is not a one time thing for him. He gets up with them &lt;em&gt;EVERY&lt;/em&gt; Saturday and has the house clean by the time I get up and come downstairs...this is after working long hours at the office during the week. I am a very lucky woman and I'm so grateful for such an amazing man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439526411435100367-3451805188844428256?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3451805188844428256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=3451805188844428256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3451805188844428256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/3451805188844428256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_roWtq09RKW0/R_f5B3AnTUI/AAAAAAAACVo/CbAg6XlTUHY/s72-c/white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439526411435100367.post-2459807243794737748</id><published>2007-03-07T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:45:30.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy/Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight was the Daddy/Daughter dance, the first one ever for both daddy and daughter. I took Belle to the beauty salon to have her hair done, I wanted her to have the whole pampering, princess experience; however, the way the hair was styled left something to be desired. It was just too much, too mature for her age; after all, she’s only 5 and I wanted her to look 5! even Belle said she didn’t like it very much. So we came home and after a little tweaking, I got her looking like the little girl she is. She'll be all grown up before we can &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt; grownup, I don't want to rush it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then daddy came home and boy did he set the bar high for whatever boy tries to date her in the future. I thought he was going to bring her flowers, but no, daddy always does better than the expected. Before heading out the door for a fun night of dancing, he presented her with her first pair of diamond stud earrings…oh, be still my heart! As they walked out the door, I saw a glimpse of things to come. I was reminded to cherish this little girl, because before I blink, it won’t be her daddy she is walking out the door with…*snif, snif*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1945555039029883893&amp;site=widget-f5.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=1945555039029883893&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/1945555039029883893/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=1945555039029883893&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/1945555039029883893/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=1945555039029883893&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/1945555039029883893/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5439526411435100367-2459807243794737748?l=chaoticblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2459807243794737748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439526411435100367&amp;postID=2459807243794737748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/2459807243794737748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439526411435100367/posts/default/2459807243794737748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticblessings.blogspot.com/2007/03/daddydaughter-dance.html' title='Daddy/Daughter Dance'/><author><name>RM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
