<?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-5645516131059446132</id><updated>2012-02-06T07:02:41.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spaghettios alive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7530426983975148914</id><published>2012-01-30T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:55:00.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my add has a name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'm a scanner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I read a book about scanners.&amp;nbsp; Not the computer kind.&amp;nbsp; The human kind.&amp;nbsp; A scanner is a kind of person who likes too many things to pick just one.&amp;nbsp; They have a really hard time picking a major in college.&amp;nbsp; I started as music, switched to Art, got accepted into two Art programs, switched to architecture, quit that after a day considered English.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ended up dropping out of college after a 2 year degree and haven't gone back.&amp;nbsp; (except to take piano lessons and join a performance class) Worked for the IRS for 5 years, taught piano for 8-10, and besides that have had three kids.&amp;nbsp; I taught myself to knit and crochet.&amp;nbsp; Danny taught me how to thread a sewing machine and I learned to sew.&amp;nbsp; I learned how to use a pottery wheel but never continued with it.&amp;nbsp; I like to paint but only do it on occasion and most of them involve sitting at the kitchen table modeling how to paint a rainbow with fluffy white clouds, green grass, and possibly a family of kittens or puppies.&amp;nbsp; I produce art for 2 demanding art critics ages 8 and 4 with a relentless need for rainbows and hearts and flowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;So if you are a scanner this is what you should do, ahem, as the title of the books says "REFUSE TO CHOOSE"&amp;nbsp; So I can free myself from the external pressure I imagine on myself to make something of my life and just enjoy all the random hobbies and interests I've had.&amp;nbsp; One idea they say is make a huge list of everything you want to DO....because scanners are DOers not see'ers.&amp;nbsp; I totally relate to that because I've never felt that excited to "see" something but the thought of producing something makes me a little giddy....so here are some things I want to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crochet flower headbands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sew more dresses for my girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sew harvey bowties with matching vests&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; learn to knit socks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make animal hats for the kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sell some crafts on etsy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make more cloth diapers and sell them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;get ceritified to be a doula (and if I like that persue becoming a midwife or nurse midwife)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teach Eva to read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;read books to ALL 3 of my kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;keep running&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;print off family pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;paint something cool for the kids rooms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;read more about investing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buy real estate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;become warren buffett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buy a new chair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;line the backs of my bookcases with scrapbook paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make felt animals&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make a recycled wool sweater wreath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;make polymer clay stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crochet more birds in eggs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I know I can't do it all at once but that's a good reference list.&amp;nbsp; and if you too feel like you have attention deficit disorder you could be like me........ a total pathetic loser.&amp;nbsp; hahahha.&amp;nbsp; no you too could just be a scanner and it is totally acceptable for you to never be able to finish a project or focus that well because it's HOW your BRAIN WORKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7530426983975148914?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7530426983975148914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7530426983975148914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-add-has-name.html' title='my add has a name'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5548931122132672159</id><published>2012-01-26T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:46:53.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because what else is there to do in january?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so after being a bit of a tomboyish kid (think every christmas I wanted sports equipment, like a basketball one year, ice skates (not really tomboyish but still sporty, a tennis racket with a ball that I would bounce the ball on endlessly, a remote control car another year...) &amp;nbsp; I used to play basketball with the old men of my ward after youth on wednesday nights at age 12-13 and I loved it.&amp;nbsp; I was already my full 5 foot 6 and I felt huge and strong and would shoot 3's as well as a 12 year old girl can.&amp;nbsp; Adolesence hit and I don't know what it was....I think it might have been related to the fact that I have always been "well endowed" and I got kind of freaked out of running or moving too fast in public. &amp;nbsp; Besides the normal mockery of junior high and people telling me I ran weird I became less sporty and&amp;nbsp; through highschool I never really played sports. Then young adulthood&amp;nbsp; (and by the way....Danny proposed to me by putting my engagement ring in a tennis ball while we were playing) hahah.&amp;nbsp; and then 3 babies and my version of excercise was pushing a double stroller through the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; It is quite a workout.&amp;nbsp; So in my heart I've always felt like I have something athletic in me&amp;nbsp; and now drum roll please...................................... I'm learning to run!&amp;nbsp; And I'm going to run a 5k in the spring!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I know that sounds pathetic to all you athletic running people, but seriously, I've NEVER run.&amp;nbsp; So I'm starting slow.&amp;nbsp; I'm on week 4 of the couch to 5k program.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's pretty awesome because I actually am running and I'm not feeling like I'm going to die or pass out or anything.&amp;nbsp; the bonus is 5 pounds are history!&amp;nbsp; Also you only have to run like 3-4 times a week which is good if its hard to find time to excercise.&amp;nbsp; So now I just have to pick my first race and my goal is just to finish it.&amp;nbsp; In less than an hour.&amp;nbsp; A half hour would be awesome.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;and here's a link.&amp;nbsp; So if you are like me (grab a good sports bra) and start it TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5548931122132672159?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5548931122132672159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5548931122132672159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2012/01/because-what-else-is-there-to-do-in.html' title='because what else is there to do in january?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5769701196122525845</id><published>2012-01-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:57:06.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>virtual vitamin d</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNryoLHWPO8/Twns3_OE_BI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NX8M8d2NqxQ/s1600/DSC04880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNryoLHWPO8/Twns3_OE_BI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NX8M8d2NqxQ/s320/DSC04880.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;we went to florida in december and it was soooo nice.&amp;nbsp; I'm totally moving down there every winter as soon as I can.&amp;nbsp; Snow is good but sunshine and sand beat it any day in my book.&amp;nbsp; Although we haven't had snow much either in ohio........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecdASiCusvQ/TwntAy3ajLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2aCsKFQFGSQ/s1600/DSC04882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecdASiCusvQ/TwntAy3ajLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2aCsKFQFGSQ/s320/DSC04882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we stayed in new smryna beach and it was quiet&amp;nbsp; but close to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dm1-N--H2Y/TwntJAzI3nI/AAAAAAAAA24/mxbpgFduNes/s1600/DSC04905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dm1-N--H2Y/TwntJAzI3nI/AAAAAAAAA24/mxbpgFduNes/s320/DSC04905.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harveys "butt butt" That's what he calls it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhx6UeeW2uY/TwntSJDpuQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Q4CCT8aN6dQ/s1600/DSC04910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhx6UeeW2uY/TwntSJDpuQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Q4CCT8aN6dQ/s320/DSC04910.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm trying to figure out my camera.....I just have a oldish sony cybershot.&amp;nbsp; I blurred the background a little on that one.&amp;nbsp; That's what I was going for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KylKycpaU/TwnuEjp76vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5TM9IOwljgg/s1600/DSC04930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KylKycpaU/TwnuEjp76vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5TM9IOwljgg/s320/DSC04930.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the initial freak outs about jelly fish...I think we overwarned them not to step on jelly fish.&amp;nbsp; They thought every piece of plastic on the beach was a jellyfish and they were like screaming non stop the first day or two. salt water reminded everyone of salty popcorn and the salty air made everyone feel healthy.&amp;nbsp; I think it cleared out my head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am so an old person in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgyPNdfVtKg/Twnt4BU5xJI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZAzw7LGt9E4/s1600/DSC04917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgyPNdfVtKg/Twnt4BU5xJI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZAzw7LGt9E4/s320/DSC04917.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the foot shot.&amp;nbsp; I have weird toes and they're hairy.&amp;nbsp; but check out our pool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvJE5Pl5jWs/TwnulQ1InLI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qDOIGGuIsn0/s1600/DSC04943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvJE5Pl5jWs/TwnulQ1InLI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qDOIGGuIsn0/s320/DSC04943.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvJE5Pl5jWs/TwnulQ1InLI/AAAAAAAAA3w/qDOIGGuIsn0/s1600/DSC04943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5769701196122525845?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5769701196122525845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5769701196122525845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2012/01/virtual-vitamin-d.html' title='virtual vitamin d'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNryoLHWPO8/Twns3_OE_BI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NX8M8d2NqxQ/s72-c/DSC04880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8368006492650687000</id><published>2011-12-08T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:46:29.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>martha stewart is my nemesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Martha gets on my nerves.&amp;nbsp; For one WHY DOES her picture have to be on everything she produces?&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking she is about to retire and then no...she has a new line of simply beautiful home decor at kohls or something like that.&amp;nbsp; I'm kinda sick of her simply sweetly perfect home decor.&amp;nbsp; Because if you looked at my house right now...it's not simple.&amp;nbsp; There is a layer of little people on the carpet, there is clashing stockings hanging on the mantel, I have throw pillows that were made by 8 year old girl scouts,( and it looks like possibly color blind girlscouts) My serving ware is primarily from the goodwill or from the day I was married. It doesn't coordinate.&amp;nbsp; I don't have a tiered cupcake stand.&amp;nbsp; There are things that just aren't up to marthas standard.&amp;nbsp; Oh and today on the view they had Martha showing how to make simply perfect holiday desserts.&amp;nbsp; She wouldn't give the recipe.&amp;nbsp; All the ladies on the view were like trying to get the recipe from her, like these chocolate cookies, and one of them said "So how do you make those chocolate cookies?" and Martha said&amp;nbsp; "It's dough!&amp;nbsp; You make them from dough!" with this really exasperated look on her face.&amp;nbsp; Like we all thought you made cookies from concrete or something.&amp;nbsp; Then in the same day in the dentist office I was reading some magazine and it said "Entertain Martha's way" where it then went&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Entertaining made perfectly simple."&amp;nbsp; She continued....something like this "When I want a simple christmas gathering I whip up about 20 of my favorite simple dishes, such as soup, and invite all my friends over for a lovely gathering in the kitchen"&amp;nbsp; 20!!!&amp;nbsp; She seriously said 20 and I am not kidding.&amp;nbsp; Who besides someone with a hyperthyroid disorder whips up 20 pots of soup for some friends to come and eat in the kitchen?&amp;nbsp; So I've had enough of her simple holidays.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll take some messy, chaotic, disorganized holidays.&amp;nbsp; And my christmas tree with the top missing lights and all the ornaments from the bottom moved to the top because i have a 1 year old who likes to rearrange glass ornaments.&amp;nbsp; Or step on them.&amp;nbsp; Or throw them.&amp;nbsp; He even bit one.&amp;nbsp; And it broke and his lips bled. He's okay so don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8368006492650687000?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8368006492650687000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8368006492650687000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/12/martha-stewart-is-my-nemesis.html' title='martha stewart is my nemesis'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6582329739618532422</id><published>2011-11-23T04:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:11:57.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMnTyJH7jJA/TszwTqWCEwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/V5NNIgd5REk/s1600/DSC04219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMnTyJH7jJA/TszwTqWCEwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/V5NNIgd5REk/s320/DSC04219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;getting used to this new blogger layout is INSANITY!!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't figure out how to publish anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;The past couple days I've been LOW on energy....I fall asleep at like 9 o clock. &amp;nbsp; I was staying up till like midnight for like a couple of weeks and now maybe its catching up with me.&amp;nbsp; Also I feel like maybe my hormones are firing up.&amp;nbsp; When I nurse a baby I don't have a period and so I feel totally hormonally free for like a year or two.&amp;nbsp; Then PMS comes back and hits me like a truck.&amp;nbsp; So that means one thing...time to have baby number 4.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather be puking for 4 months than having a period.&amp;nbsp; Also I know that we have another baby boy in our future&amp;nbsp; I totally just need to pop another 12 pounder out.&amp;nbsp; AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; hahhaha.&amp;nbsp; That makes me so tired just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe in a year or two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;So in my energetic state I was getting christmas all totally squared away.....which meant I shopped online for like a week straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;wanna hear what the dotson kids are getting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Harvey is getting a stuffed john deere tractor that makes noise.&amp;nbsp; He found it at the toy store in Childrens medical center and tried to steal it.&amp;nbsp; All the ladies who worked there were like giggling with joy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He's also getting a robotic bird and a pull back car and a wooden hammer with a ball thing that pops through a slide thingy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Eva is getting a doll with brown hair and brown eyes.....all their dolls have blue eyes and she is always wanting one with brown eyes.&amp;nbsp; And a polly pocket car and craft kits and hmmm wooden cookies with frosting and sprinkles...they are so cute! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Addie is getting a doll wheelchair and crutches and casts.&amp;nbsp; I know she is going to love it.&amp;nbsp; Its for her American girl doll and she is constantly wrapping their arms in toilet paper to make it look like they have casts.&amp;nbsp; Also a rubber ball making kit, polly pocket car and I need to get her something else but I don't know what yet.&amp;nbsp; hmmm.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, I sewed them both some clothes for their babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;So now I just have to shop for relatives and I'm done!!!!&amp;nbsp; Because we are going to FLORIDA for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Addie is afraid she is going to get left at home and have to fend off robbers because she's watched home alone too much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think it will be fun, we're going with my parents and staying on the beach so it will be a nice break from everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I like to get all the shopping done early because my favorite parts of Christmas are all the things that don't involve gifts like going to see lights, and going to hear the Christmas devotional, and watching my kids perform in the church nativity (Addie is Mary this year) and delivering cookies.&amp;nbsp; Some years we plan a big service project but I haven't dreamt anything up yet...hmmm.&amp;nbsp; Maybe something in Florida?&amp;nbsp; I found out our church owns 1000's of acres in florida!&amp;nbsp; They produce a ton of food there, have a working cattle ranch, and orange groves, and wheat fields, and corn fields.&amp;nbsp; They use the food for the church welfare program. The church's welfare program is so awesome!&amp;nbsp; It would be fun to see if we could go tour it for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, enough ramblings.&amp;nbsp; Happy Thanksgiving to my family and friends!&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful for all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6582329739618532422?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6582329739618532422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6582329739618532422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-used-to-this-new-blogger-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMnTyJH7jJA/TszwTqWCEwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/V5NNIgd5REk/s72-c/DSC04219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1498757552867519471</id><published>2011-11-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:51:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ktdtx_YeaY/TrCT70_aNwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/spQJQweSieQ/s1600/DSC04357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ktdtx_YeaY/TrCT70_aNwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/spQJQweSieQ/s320/DSC04357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670194586905622274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weEmFoBcjv4/TrCT8KekWcI/AAAAAAAAA2U/q0qB53G-wMo/s1600/DSC04362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-weEmFoBcjv4/TrCT8KekWcI/AAAAAAAAA2U/q0qB53G-wMo/s320/DSC04362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670194592673454530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ahhhh I love Fall!  Today was so beautiful.....yellow leaves, blue skies, mmmmmmmm.  oooooh.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hhahahha.  that reminds me of me and Steph...sometimes when we are in weird moods we'll call eachother and not say Hi just start groaning into the phone.  A groan is a thousand words really.  who needs a conversation when you can moan and groan for a while .  We said when we're old we'll just call each other  say "UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" then hang up.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went trick or treating with the kiddos.  Oh Harvey was so cute...he trucked up to the door like he had been doing it for years.  But he wimped out after about 4 houses so then Danny took him home and he fell asleep.  Trick or treating in the suburbs just doesn't have the same kick as trick or treating when we lived in Dayton.  One reason is NO ONE really trick or treated in Dayton.  It must have been some unwritten rule.    Sure they would schedule the night....but no one would actually go door to door.  Except us.  We would wheel little Addie Lou in her stroller door to door and everyone would look down the street, see no one and dump the whole bowl in her bag.  We would get some serious candy.  Although some people would get way too excited about halloween and put like fake dead bodies everywhere and  fake blood and we would try to avoid the scary sex offender houses....with the big obese man leering down from his porch.  Yep.  Just keep walking.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Then I compared it to my many years of trick or treating in P. hill.  Tiny town, we all dressed up till we were 18 because we had marching band and had to play in the halloween parade.  I really cant remember what I dressed up as but mostly I think it involved trucker men,  or just working a mullet and a flannel shirt.   Or an afro and a tie died t. shirt.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really don't get why every adolescent girl I saw last was wearing fishnets with a bikini top and a tutu.  And they had some hormonal hooded sweatshirt wearing boy tagging behind them.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1498757552867519471?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1498757552867519471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1498757552867519471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-baby.html' title='November baby'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ktdtx_YeaY/TrCT70_aNwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/spQJQweSieQ/s72-c/DSC04357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3003726336171590248</id><published>2011-10-17T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:38:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vlb6Yo5GBw/TpwPHsXd2CI/AAAAAAAAA18/T1kw5zhGWF4/s1600/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vlb6Yo5GBw/TpwPHsXd2CI/AAAAAAAAA18/T1kw5zhGWF4/s400/171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664419056168327202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;hey I am writing on here but Harvey is trying to sit on the keyboard so this will be fun.  Awesome he just ran to the front door to try to see the dump truck.  Men are easily distracted I've found.  Especially 1 year old men.  Harvey went to nursery for the first time on Sunday . He has slept through church since the first day he went at like 6 weeks.  We would strap him in the stroller, take 2-3 laps around the dark gym, and he would be out for the entire 3 hour block.   That's how its worked up till yesterday.  I was playing the piano for the primary program.  I dont' know but that is probably one of the most torturous days of the whole year is practicing for the primary program.  It doesn't help that I've been in Primary now for like......9 years I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I enjoy kids.  That's why I have 3 of my own.  So it all works out.  anyways, Harvey was awake so Danny took him to nursery and he said he didn't cry and the only thing Danny heard when he walked away was Sister Wade saying 'Harvey don't eat off other peoples plates" which made me laugh imagining Harvey digging into other kids snacks.  And thinking of him being big enough to understand english.  I've been busy wrestling him to the ground so he doesn't constantly throw things away in the trash.  He threw my brand new shoe away I'm sure of it.  It went missing and I've found my CELL phone in the trash, Addie's shoe, and my hairbrush, and huge things like a huge toy firetruck sitting on top of the trash can lid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've let my piano students earn "piano bucks" all summer and they all got to pick out of my piano store.  Which was mostly candy.  I couldn't think of anything more exciting.  But then Eva raided the piano store and stole almost all the candy and hid it somewhere in her room....all I know is she has a serious stash of candy somewhere and whenever she wants any she just goes to her hiding place and finds it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;time out for women was really awesome!  I went with my mommy and my sisters.  We had a great time and heard (and met) Mercy River. And I met Brad Wilcox who I've heard speak since I was a teenager going to EFY.  He is really hilarious in real life too.  I'm definately going to try to go again.   Also a shout out too my friend (won't say her name) who  I saw there and she told me she is secretly expecting twins.....so it will make 7 kids total!  She is my hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5645516131059446132-3003726336171590248?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3003726336171590248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3003726336171590248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3003726336171590248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3003726336171590248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-i-am-writing-on-here-but-harvey-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vlb6Yo5GBw/TpwPHsXd2CI/AAAAAAAAA18/T1kw5zhGWF4/s72-c/171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-351380303770623875</id><published>2011-09-08T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:25:16.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9_mQwfRgg4/Tmi0GSvrDfI/AAAAAAAAA10/SUu5mwyfoPg/s1600/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9_mQwfRgg4/Tmi0GSvrDfI/AAAAAAAAA10/SUu5mwyfoPg/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649963752740294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Yep I'm here.  Summer time is bad blogging time for me.  Who wants to sit on the computer when I could be outside at the pool or playing with my kids.  Also my old computer died so we had about a week transfer of shopping and setting up.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Summer was good but incredibly hot.  We went to Michigan for a week but spent the rest of it at home.  Danny went back to school at the beginning of August. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Addie decided to go to school.  It was harder for me than her.  I cried like a baby the night before she left but she acted very non chalant about it all.  She get's herself on the bus every day and does her homework without help  and has made some friends she talks about.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So today Addie is home sick with a cold and the three kids are watching scooby doo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;My friend is having a baby and I'm giving her a baby shower so I'm making food all day.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Crescent rolls have CRISCO in them and I'm not talking just one or two spoonfulls like a FULL CUP!  Crescent rolls should be called fat rolls...but I need it to make veggie pizza.  The vegetables disguise the lard filled crust....HAHHAHAHA.  Veggie pizza is a total oxymoron.  What if I tried to make the whole world obese by selling them on the veggie pizza diet?  That goes along with what danny and I were discussing the other night.  Because he's been working out and trying to lose his belly as he says and I was like " if it's the end of the world you might be able to LIVE off the fat in your belly."  and he was like  "I don't think that's a good food storage plan"   and I was like "WHAT IF you just tried to get really fat and then when everyone else in the whole world dies of starvation you are a lean 165 lbs and you can claim everything in the world and make yourself KING of the world???"  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't think it's that bad of a plan personally.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I got a big old bag of llama wool I'm learning how to process.  It's actually alot of work processing llama wool.  First you gotta fluff it, then you gotta card it...which is a rickety machine that i use at this place I've been weaving at.  Yes I'm weaving too.  I'm going to make the llama wool into a rug.  So then you card it...the machine is in the basement of the weaving store and you are surrounded by fibercrafts from years past and it's overloaded with old wool and spinning wheels and it really feels like a psychotic person could be lurking behind a shelf of red died wool or a freaky old woman ghost could show up sitting on a spinning wheel in the corner.  So I try to think about other things while I card the wool.  But it does take forever so my mind starts to wander.  I've had to take a break the past couple of weeks because Addie is getting baptized at the end of the month, so I'm planning that  and I'm making birthday presents for my niece and nephew and the baby shower and I'm doing coop preschool with Eva and I'm trying to work out everyday and I'm trying to just be all around awesome.  so far I'm succeeding.  Yes I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-351380303770623875?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/351380303770623875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=351380303770623875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/351380303770623875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/351380303770623875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-post.html' title='new post'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i9_mQwfRgg4/Tmi0GSvrDfI/AAAAAAAAA10/SUu5mwyfoPg/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-805295066485663629</id><published>2011-06-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:05:50.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told the witch doctor I was in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5qbmKU-Xg/TgdypifDl7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/LHt6cZt_WFI/s1600/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5qbmKU-Xg/TgdypifDl7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/LHt6cZt_WFI/s400/DSC03585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622588717752620978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;.here's my baby and my nephew, Malachi...summer is in full bloom round here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW-38rHCY1w/TgdypE_456I/AAAAAAAAA1k/-P7CHEE1NoE/s1600/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW-38rHCY1w/TgdypE_456I/AAAAAAAAA1k/-P7CHEE1NoE/s400/DSC03582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622588709837268898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hanging outside with cousins is on the daily to do list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_C3r6d94KI/Tgdyor8DBbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/cgwlaJVYOks/s1600/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_C3r6d94KI/Tgdyor8DBbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/cgwlaJVYOks/s400/DSC03579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622588703110268338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;learning to walk at the ripe old age of 14 months.....he's so dreamy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-octrVN60Foc/TgdyoUG8MsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/8GiNVrA_IQQ/s1600/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-octrVN60Foc/TgdyoUG8MsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/8GiNVrA_IQQ/s400/DSC03668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622588696713507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;answering the families request to make donuts...These ones turned out awesome and I made them from scratch so I was prideful about it.....but we downed about 2 dozen in a day or two so that's definately not something we will do weekly or we will end up being as round as donuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-805295066485663629?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/805295066485663629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=805295066485663629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/805295066485663629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/805295066485663629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-told-witch-doctor-i-was-in-love-with.html' title='I told the witch doctor I was in love with you'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC5qbmKU-Xg/TgdypifDl7I/AAAAAAAAA1s/LHt6cZt_WFI/s72-c/DSC03585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1998821644896784798</id><published>2011-06-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:08:30.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nighttime ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRMZ7GFUTTA/TfL4FoCLsYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hNs_HZrCM6Q/s1600/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRMZ7GFUTTA/TfL4FoCLsYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hNs_HZrCM6Q/s400/DSC03522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616824460814037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the day I threw out piggie, Addie's pig hand puppet from when she was a baby....I bawled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;up because I woke up to a warm shower.  Yes a certain 4 year old woke up, crawled on me in bed, and proceeded to pee on me.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She continued to sleep through that event and  I said "Hey Eva wake up you just peed. "  She woke up and laid down on the couch in our room and fell asleep again.  pee and dreams. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Awwww sleepy. So far a good summer is happening.  The kids are loving their new trampoline, and we have a cheap odd lots pool arranged for summer jumping/splashing fun.  I said I was going to work with Addie and Eva all summer on academic type subjects but that's going quickly out the window.  We are all too lazy for anything structured.  Maybe in a couple of weeks.  My head hurts!  I'm tired.   Lately I've felt slightly ambitionless......happy just to go through life and ride the wave as I tell Rachel.  Just ride the wave.  But maybe I should be plotting some great thing for me to accomplish.  I think mothering is taking all my umph out of me and I just have kind of a zzzzz happy feeling.  Kind feels like a dose of novacaine has been injected through my whole body and whenever I think about some goal I'm like...maybe in ten years.    Danny is such a sweet husband.  Telling me I'm doing awesome and great, look at our kids, they are happy and healthy and learning.    11 years ago (last month) I met a short curly headed guy I couldn't completely distinguish from 2 other shortish dark haired guys at church.  I just knew he was the cute one with a bald roommate.  I love that guy.....sigh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Goodnight blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1998821644896784798?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1998821644896784798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1998821644896784798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1998821644896784798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1998821644896784798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/06/nighttime-ramblings.html' title='nighttime ramblings'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRMZ7GFUTTA/TfL4FoCLsYI/AAAAAAAAA1E/hNs_HZrCM6Q/s72-c/DSC03522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-2478616020764070468</id><published>2011-05-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:53:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of school year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I set an arbitrary end of school year for Addie.  It's Friday.  We have had a good school year because I have really cut back on the busy work and just focus on what I think is important.  Math mostly, handwriting and writing, and reading whatever she wants.  We occasionally read "Story of the World" and we check out non fiction from the library for science or just talk about sciency topics with Mr. Dotson, most ridiculously awesome science teacher ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I promised her she could once again  ( she had them done when she was 5 and screamed every time I tried to clean them so I just ended up pulling them out and letting them close up) get her ears pierced as an end of school year prize.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I looked at her ears and realized one of her old ear holes wasn't totally closed up.  So I talked her into letting me poke a needle through it and stick an earring in.  No tears either.  Then I was like....I dont' want them to use a gun that's supposed to be bad for their ears.  So I called a bunch of piercing places and they all said they wouldn't pierce a kid.  So then I called Norma Jean.  She was on the internet advertised as a piercer.  We ventured to her shop which included a large amount of realistic looking baby dolls, a tanning bed, and MANY MANY wigs.  Behind me two young guys in suits walked in (I thought they were missionaries but no name tags ) and were like..."We need a wig"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She of course didn't hesitate..."I'll be right with you boys" and she pulled out a hot pink piercing gun....shot an earring into Addie's ear (no sanitizer )  and handled the fellows in need of a wig.  I recommended the cotton candy pink wig.  They nodded thoughtfully.  We walked out 10 dollars poorer but with a happy and gun pierced 7 year old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-2478616020764070468?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2478616020764070468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=2478616020764070468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2478616020764070468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2478616020764070468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-school-year.html' title='end of school year'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4842314333006857377</id><published>2011-05-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:43:21.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn2xMlsrdcg/TdHfGAHubUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YceL-qgNuAU/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn2xMlsrdcg/TdHfGAHubUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YceL-qgNuAU/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607508305257590082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;this was my Addie (in the middle) ......I love Lena's helmet and Dane's spiderman pajama shirt.  And looking at old pictures I realized I'm going to miss Addie's silver capped front teeth like crazy.  One of those things that you just don't realize it's even happening until it's too late and they are long gone.   Addie has best friends in her cousins and that's a blessing.  I only had a couple of cousins and we only saw them maybe twice a year.    Not that we didn't live it up.  We swam in the Holiday Inn  pool at Christmas and ate pizza and then spent summer sunning on my grandma's beach and drinking root beer out of emptied out beer cans.  These cousin relationships are more day to day....phone calls just to sit on the internet and play a game together, fighting, teasing, chasing, and laughing with inside jokes and crazy plans.  All these kids!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4842314333006857377?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4842314333006857377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4842314333006857377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4842314333006857377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4842314333006857377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-years-ago.html' title='two years ago'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn2xMlsrdcg/TdHfGAHubUI/AAAAAAAAA0w/YceL-qgNuAU/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-9174583653395958061</id><published>2011-05-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:19:23.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's a lover and a biter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRhbNq2nXUk/TcdNyZr0OPI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i6nH7qTSwNg/s1600/DSC03528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRhbNq2nXUk/TcdNyZr0OPI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i6nH7qTSwNg/s400/DSC03528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604533789569333490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Happy mothers day to you too!  I told Addie Harvey is a lover not a fighter and she went...Oh no he's not.  He's a lover and a biter.  true true.  I mostly carry on this blog for my own record keeping as it's not really a blog hot spot.......I just wanted to say how awesome it is to be a mom.  I NEVER KNEW.  I truly love it and can't imagine anything I'd rather do....except occasionally get a bath without little friends hopping in but I know someday I'll be alone in a bath and being alone is seriously overrated.  Every night I just say a prayer of gratitude for the blessing of being surrounded by my sweet little ones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I feel like this is what life is about...this is it and it is truly awesome.  Biters and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-9174583653395958061?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/9174583653395958061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=9174583653395958061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/9174583653395958061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/9174583653395958061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/05/hes-lover-and-biter.html' title='he&apos;s a lover and a biter'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRhbNq2nXUk/TcdNyZr0OPI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i6nH7qTSwNg/s72-c/DSC03528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8029942671530416075</id><published>2011-05-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:56:24.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the SUNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvogXduAP7c/TcK4W1f6yBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IzsMdzRzL_g/s1600/DSC03471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvogXduAP7c/TcK4W1f6yBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IzsMdzRzL_g/s400/DSC03471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603243588859906066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It is finally sunny and it has boosted my mood tremendously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We are loading up our kites and blankets and heading to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This month has been one of a bit of spring fever moodiness for all of us.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we just need to get our hands in some dirt and get some natural rays of light instead of watching Rapunzel on repeat and hanging out in the stinky indoor playground at the Y.    Not that the stinky indoor playgruond didn't save my sanity many a day.  But it's May 5th no less and that's reason for a FIESTA so it's gonna happen that way gosh darnit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The happy things in my life lately......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Harvey is still my baby being a snuggly nursing wonder and he is my dreamboat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Addie and Eva were caught lying in bed this morning holding hands and whispering about what they were going to surprise me with for Mothers day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Danny always knows what to tell me after a dark sunless day to make me laugh and feel happy again........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My sisters are my best friends and I get to go out with them and my mama for a mothers day  night out tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I read a book called "Hectors search for Happiness"  I need to add a rule of happiness...."Too many days without light can make people unhappy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8029942671530416075?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8029942671530416075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8029942671530416075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8029942671530416075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8029942671530416075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-see-sunnnnnn.html' title='I see the SUNNNNNN'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvogXduAP7c/TcK4W1f6yBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IzsMdzRzL_g/s72-c/DSC03471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3110492932659816859</id><published>2011-04-03T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T08:05:16.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big week ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wdaagDpafI/TZiMojM4SbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/d7NPEjiq4f0/s1600/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wdaagDpafI/TZiMojM4SbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/d7NPEjiq4f0/s400/DSC03255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591373565652388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's Harvey's 1st birthday!!!!  It's been a year and he's still being a little baby wanting me to carry him everywhere (all 27 lbs of him) and not walking...but crawling like a champ and saying "Hi!" "bye"  "Addie"  "Mama" "dada"  "dog" and "ball".  yes he's brilliant I know.  oh and "butt butt"  That's the code for diaper change.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Also Danny and I are celebrating our 10th anniversary.  Which means I got married ten years ago and I was just a Bubby 20 year old.   It's been 10 years of PURE HECK.  Jk jk.  We are trying to figure out what to do for our day of luuuuuv.  We thought about going away somewhere but then we'd have to take Harvey with us and I could just imagine Harvey swimming naked  in a heart shaped hot tub the whole weekend.  Which we would have to take him because not a night has gone by in this whole year without him putting down at least a gallon of mama milks.  So I'd probably try to leave him, he'd scream the whole night, and I'd wake up with  mastitis.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;So We might just have to go to the Danberry and get chipotle.   Sounds soooo romantic and fun.  Just kidding.  I think we're going to take a hot air balloon ride and sing Wind Beneath My Wings and have a picnic in the clouds.  Sounds good huh?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also Addie has an apointment in Columbus with someone who basically has a cure for CMT in her back pocket.  She is a big researcher at OSU  neurologist and she's done all this research with a chemical called Neurotrophin 3.  So far it looks really promising and I'm going to tell her  "give me that stuff or ELSE!"  or I might bribe her with a bucket full of the play doh poop we've all been entertaining ourselves with over the weekend.    If you want to find out more about what we are dealing with here google charcot marie tooth or hereditary peripheral neuropathy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Also it's a week of spring break fun so no school for Addie or Danny!!! yahoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3110492932659816859?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3110492932659816859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3110492932659816859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3110492932659816859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3110492932659816859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-week-ahead.html' title='big week ahead'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wdaagDpafI/TZiMojM4SbI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/d7NPEjiq4f0/s72-c/DSC03255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4053130833049843037</id><published>2011-03-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:32:35.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have absolutely nothing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6seeDmrm2No/TYz6ez9sWNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xzbDpitAwPM/s1600/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6seeDmrm2No/TYz6ez9sWNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xzbDpitAwPM/s400/DSC03316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588116644911929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;except Congratulations to my sister Stephanie on her sweet new baby boy Henry!!!  He's such a sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpCYT3-2fA/TYz6eNuVgEI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iMfFRnJoDL0/s1600/DSC03314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEpCYT3-2fA/TYz6eNuVgEI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iMfFRnJoDL0/s400/DSC03314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588116634646970434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;He's a bundle of love and since he's the third boy is getting tons of manly attention from all his older brothers.   Steph is my hero and she did beautifully with this little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4053130833049843037?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4053130833049843037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4053130833049843037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4053130833049843037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4053130833049843037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-absolutely-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have absolutely nothing to say'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6seeDmrm2No/TYz6ez9sWNI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/xzbDpitAwPM/s72-c/DSC03316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5512265522703551010</id><published>2011-03-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T07:57:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened at the mall should stay at the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlqWLRbfuZ0/TXzbTTMbwhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/eiPgWNsW5lU/s1600/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlqWLRbfuZ0/TXzbTTMbwhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/eiPgWNsW5lU/s400/DSC02934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583578762648994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;what happened at the mall was Harvey and all the cousins and his sisters were all playing on one of those mat play areas.  Also known as e coli and germ central.   Harvey being a new crawler and cruiser was enjoying surfing around the playland things.  Which involved alot of mouth on mat action.  But me being the proud mother of a newly exploring 11 month old thought it was no big deal.  Also because he is always either licking or sucking things that shouldn't be sucked on.  Like  the metal aisle divider thing that is at the library.  On the floor sucking on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also enjoys licking the windows whenever he happens to be near one.  I can relate being a slightly orally fixated person.  I always liked putting my tongue on strange things like the fly swatter and then feeling the other side to feel how bumpy my tongue felt through the little mesh holes.  then someone would point out what fly swatters were for and yeah gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;so that inocuous visit to the mall ended up with my little guy blowing biscuits for a good 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And a trip to the E.R. because he seemed dehydrated with everything coming out both ends as "they" say.   I think it was something called the rota virus.  Which they have a vaccine for but I opted not to get it because the old rotavirus vaccine made kids intestines prolapse or something like that and I figured they should have more time checking this one out before I use my kids as guinea pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;just as Harvey started to recover I saw Eva sleeping on the couch.  My mommy radar started going off and when Eva woke up I asked her "Are you feeling ok?"  All she could get out was a "NO!" then puke. that went on for the next 5 days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;So now Eva has finally gone about 36 hours with no puke and oh my gosh.  I feel like I just won the lottery. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5512265522703551010?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5512265522703551010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5512265522703551010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5512265522703551010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5512265522703551010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-happened-at-mall-should-stay-at.html' title='what happened at the mall should stay at the mall'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XlqWLRbfuZ0/TXzbTTMbwhI/AAAAAAAAAzw/eiPgWNsW5lU/s72-c/DSC02934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8857791385436419161</id><published>2011-02-13T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:06:14.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling is in that winter will end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zlLSTIPjaM8/TVg0CNKVMPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WocL3PKKlNw/s1600/DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zlLSTIPjaM8/TVg0CNKVMPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WocL3PKKlNw/s400/DSC03055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261751368364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we are all healthy but playing doctor has become a popular pasttime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGTe8Jbde_4/TVg0Br7s2FI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qrLewGcGmTc/s1600/DSC03009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGTe8Jbde_4/TVg0Br7s2FI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qrLewGcGmTc/s400/DSC03009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261742448629842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva showing her baby picture on her 4th birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar0-eYVz1nU/TVg0BbU-nOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0Sr9FP4cYos/s1600/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ar0-eYVz1nU/TVg0BbU-nOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0Sr9FP4cYos/s400/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261737991249122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my baby girl is four!!  She got a sweet bike and tap stick.  (chap stick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4NILhRbDcI/TVg0BPbsIAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/UE_JMud5Kfc/s1600/DSC02992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4NILhRbDcI/TVg0BPbsIAI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/UE_JMud5Kfc/s400/DSC02992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261734798172162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We have braved this horrible winter and I'm feeling that only good things are to come.  I did feel like 2011 was pretty much a bust but I'm changing my tune and I'm feeling positive vibes about this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3XbVs8bPHs/TVg0AwF8PAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0ICcN_5fxo8/s1600/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3XbVs8bPHs/TVg0AwF8PAI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0ICcN_5fxo8/s400/DSC02961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573261726385454082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;messy baby in the high chair pic...gotta have it.  So February...bring it on!  I'm ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8857791385436419161?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8857791385436419161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8857791385436419161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8857791385436419161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8857791385436419161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeling-is-in-that-winter-will-end.html' title='the feeling is in that winter will end'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zlLSTIPjaM8/TVg0CNKVMPI/AAAAAAAAAzo/WocL3PKKlNw/s72-c/DSC03055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1760931445698627036</id><published>2011-01-26T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:21:26.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I made a new header and it is the pinnacle of my graphic design skillz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  We finally got well enough to get our booties out of the house yesterday.  the girls have needed it so bad.  They have been at the stage where they just keep telling eachother "Don't touch me and don't look at me!!'  Where do they get these horrible things to say?  I know I was probably the perfect non fighting angel as a child.  riiiiiiiiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went to story time and they built houses out of frosting and marshmallows.  Then we took Addies friend with us to the indoor playground and then she came over.  And Addie yanked out her other front tooth in the midst of all this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So now Addie has no front incisors anywhere to be seen and I'm thinking every tooth Harvey grows in Addie loses one.  Some cosmic tooth trade or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1760931445698627036?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1760931445698627036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1760931445698627036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1760931445698627036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1760931445698627036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-new-header-and-it-is-pinnacle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5851430984972986648</id><published>2011-01-17T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T05:18:09.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So we are all sick. Except Harvey and Danny.  But all the females are sick.  Is it horrible to get annoyed when your kids are sick?  It's like I just want to force health on them.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We've watched so much tv we are all going to have our eyes pop out of our head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I've warned Eva over and over if we watch way too much TV our eyes will probably pop out of our head and Chilly will probably eat on of our eyes when it rolls across the floor.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So watching too much tv is extremely risky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So our possibilities for January have been reduced to  possibly be healthy enough to leave the house.  Possibly not have to buy more kleenex boxes.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;possibly be healthy enough for us to celebrate Eva turning 4 at the beginning of February.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And all I have to say to my family who is going to Florida in like 3 weeks is........I wish you the best time in the world and you won't once think about all of us sad souls sitting in snow and sickness and sniffles.  I wish you joy and warmth and health.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no sarcasm at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Dotson/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5851430984972986648?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5851430984972986648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5851430984972986648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5851430984972986648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5851430984972986648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-we-are-all-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6227841076000102661</id><published>2011-01-08T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:13:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilhelm Kempff plays Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata mvt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oqSulR9Fymg?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6227841076000102661?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6227841076000102661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6227841076000102661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6227841076000102661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6227841076000102661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/01/wilhelm-kempff-plays-beethovens.html' title='Wilhelm Kempff plays Beethoven&apos;s Moonlight Sonata mvt. 3'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oqSulR9Fymg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6219494498988851570</id><published>2011-01-08T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:13:56.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TShP2tai3qI/AAAAAAAAAys/TVkl7qB8H1w/s1600/May%2B14%2B2008%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TShP2tai3qI/AAAAAAAAAys/TVkl7qB8H1w/s400/May%2B14%2B2008%2B007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559781541311340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;found this old picture of Eva sitting in a a cloud of stuffing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I kind of like January.  It's long empty stretch lends the mind to all kinds of possibilities.  Like yesterday the girls were begging me to take them ice skating.  Sure!  Why not?  Then I thought about the fact that it was 20 degrees out.  And I have to carry a baby.....and Addie and Eva both would need alot of assistance.  So that never happened.  BUT it was a possibility.  Instead we spent the afternoon building a "contraption".  Picture this:  An orange balancing on a tower of blocks.  Behind it is a trash can.  In front of the tower are a huge line of dominoes.  Behind the dominoes is a slide made out of books.  Behind the slide made out of books a ball is teetering on the edge of a chair behind that another slide and at the tippy top of the book slide is a crazy wooden wheeled dog. The dog went down knocked the ball which started rolling which knocked the dominoes which knocked down the tower which would make the orange fly into the trash can with a flourish.  It was epic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It really didn't work either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I told you January was all about possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had some nice piano moments last night playing Beethoven Sonatas. The kids and Danny were watching G Force in the background.  I wasin my own world. I love the moonlight sonata.  The WHOLE moonlight sonata.  It's way awesome.  Anyways, if that isn't a good day I don't know what is. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6219494498988851570?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6219494498988851570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6219494498988851570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6219494498988851570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6219494498988851570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2011/01/found-this-old-picture-of-eva-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TShP2tai3qI/AAAAAAAAAys/TVkl7qB8H1w/s72-c/May%2B14%2B2008%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1994176927842656433</id><published>2010-12-29T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T05:28:30.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs27KsVfZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1d2_bCt9KN0/s1600/DSC02838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs27KsVfZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1d2_bCt9KN0/s200/DSC02838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556094955402132882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs2680NwXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iPBz4wOPkb0/s1600/DSC02830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs2680NwXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iPBz4wOPkb0/s200/DSC02830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556094951677084018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26wHbkbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/n4FYHKI5_o8/s1600/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26wHbkbI/AAAAAAAAAyU/n4FYHKI5_o8/s200/DSC02835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556094948268020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26gZhY5I/AAAAAAAAAyM/niQNGM3ml3o/s1600/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26gZhY5I/AAAAAAAAAyM/niQNGM3ml3o/s200/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556094944048931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26cmRT4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/055eEdfrUvY/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs26cmRT4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/055eEdfrUvY/s200/DSC02781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556094943028662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQyX7nhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/t63Hl6eLbFc/s1600/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQyX7nhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/t63Hl6eLbFc/s200/DSC02812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556089829273083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQoOyWRI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fFOkAOLnF-w/s1600/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQoOyWRI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fFOkAOLnF-w/s200/DSC02816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556089826550372626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQEpnVJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6ViTp6zDAoY/s1600/DSC02769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQEpnVJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6ViTp6zDAoY/s200/DSC02769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556089816999220370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQJyOHPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_EB4f1PrQjk/s1600/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyQJyOHPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_EB4f1PrQjk/s200/DSC02761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556089818377493746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyPuYEKSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cG0gfkSrmRo/s1600/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRsyPuYEKSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cG0gfkSrmRo/s200/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556089811020032290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1994176927842656433?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1994176927842656433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1994176927842656433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1994176927842656433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1994176927842656433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pics.html' title='christmas pics'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRs27KsVfZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1d2_bCt9KN0/s72-c/DSC02838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5700833747241881024</id><published>2010-12-23T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:37:25.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the worst gift wrapper in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My gifts are wrapped.  They all look like someone with one prosthetic arm wrapped them.  but probably someone with a prosthetic arm would take more pride and still wrap the gifts better then me.   Mine look like a lazy demented person wrapped them.  I think it also goes along with why I stink at quilt making.   I've been working on a quilt for 2 months and the more I do it the more insane and crazy I feel.    Hire that job out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well since no christmas cards are getting sent out this year....here is my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; true/false &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christmas letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey friends and family!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another GREAT GREAT GREAT year has happened!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So awesome!  Totally fun!  lots of vacations!  (actually none)  Went to Europe (nope)  Traveled to Asia for a month (didn't do that either).  Got awesome Sushi there!  Totally awesome!  Okay I'll go down the family list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny quit teaching and he won the lottery!  I know the lottery is totally evil but still he happened to find a lottery ticket on the floor picked it up and we won millions of dollars.  Sold our house in Dayton and now are soaking it up in a hot tub in our mansion.  But we were still very charitable and gave a bunch of money to charity.  And actually we donated a ton to homeless people.  Actually homeless people are living in our house and there is one in the hot tub next to me right NOW!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(the truth:  danny is still teaching and loving it, started a gifted program at UC and is just being the awesome dad and husband that he always has been)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me...Well after giving birth to the sweetest tiny little 6 pound baby (now you know that's a lie)  I started training for my iron man which I actually WON in Hawaii last summer.  Pretty awesome.  Next I ran the Boston Marathon and won that too.  So now I'm just decorating our 180.000 square foot house with greenery and homemade recycled vintage ornaments!  Love being green!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so green that I actually have been dumpster diving and stealing peoples trash and recycling it into beautiful hand painted wallpaper It's all made out of plastic kroger bags.  But it looks gorgeous and I'm being featured in 3 magazines.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(put my life on the line and had a 12 pound 1 ounce baby who since that day in April absorbs 95% of my time with the girls soaking up the other 5%  But I have started doing yoga and trying to work out occasionally plus teach piano and keep up with that  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addie is studying abroad at a private school for super talented musicians and she is playing some Beethoven Sonatas at the Schuster.  She also is swimming across the panama canal and playing her violin for homeless people in her spare time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(addie is 7, a dr. seuss reader, poem memorizer, piano player and sister wrestler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva is in the circus and is juggling to Save the Earth .  She is one talented 3 year old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(eva has a super jumping on one foot talent and can write Eva and Mom and she specializes in baby brother take downs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvey  is actually already walking and he started a free baby tap dance show that is raising money for dead dolphins or those being threatened by those wishing to kill dolphins.  He also paid ransom for some dolphins that were being held hostage.  He's just a very special 8 month old!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Harvey is kinda crawling and is the fattest yummiest baby that we all like to snuggle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope your family is as awesome and amazing and wonderful as mine and if it's not well I feel so sorry for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dotsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5700833747241881024?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5700833747241881024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5700833747241881024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5700833747241881024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5700833747241881024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6079440068372041366</id><published>2010-12-21T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:23:11.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the church of stop shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRFSokl3GdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4shABw6YWQg/s1600/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRFSokl3GdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4shABw6YWQg/s400/DSC02714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553310672495253970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRFSoZBkmBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XHICk43vAXU/s1600/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRFSoZBkmBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/XHICk43vAXU/s400/DSC02711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553310669390256146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I watched a strange documentary about some people who decided shopping was evil and made "the church of stop shopping" and they go downtown New York City and cast demons out of cash registers and like de-demonize the metallic stripe down their credit cards and stuff.   Anyways Mickey Mouse was supposedly the anti-christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I kinda can feel it.  I went to the mall with the kids because they told me they would tie me up and steal my keys and drive  themselves if I didn't take them there.  I  couldn't find one thing to buy.  And it was horribly crowded and people were giving dirty looks to eachother and lots of stuff stuff and more stuff.  And suddenly I was just like....I don't want one thing in this whole mall.  So we walked around....checked out Santa, rode a tiny train, played with a sad puppy in the puppy store and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So my family might all be disappointed this year because I can't seem to find anything anyone might want or need.  I'm going to become the crazy aunt who gives homemade knitted hats with santa on them and stuff....my gift giver has just given up on the retail world I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6079440068372041366?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6079440068372041366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6079440068372041366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6079440068372041366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6079440068372041366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/church-of-stop-shopping.html' title='the church of stop shopping'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TRFSokl3GdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4shABw6YWQg/s72-c/DSC02714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7376113328217358758</id><published>2010-12-09T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:17:12.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here she is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEayzVBzgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zF5Wzl5L7Jc/s1600/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEayzVBzgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zF5Wzl5L7Jc/s400/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548745675971350018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;our illustrious tree courtesy of Addie and Lena and Eva.  It's a little heavy on the decor down low but I think I like it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXKHSE78I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_8hwGiGS75A/s1600/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXKHSE78I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_8hwGiGS75A/s400/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548741678418161602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;harvey has been helping rearrange ornaments as well.  He's trying so hard to crawl but he ends up in a down dog position.  then he gets really frustrated and starts screaming.  I'm like...Breathe in breathe out you're not going to let your chakras flow with all that tension. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXJ7t_9HI/AAAAAAAAAww/soDpmYWinhc/s1600/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXJ7t_9HI/AAAAAAAAAww/soDpmYWinhc/s400/DSC02669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548741675314050162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva and Addie are feeling the Christmas cheer.  Where they can rearrange the nativity set every day and hold baby Jesus hostage and fight over who gets to be Mary in the christmas play.  They are wrapping up old toys and Eva is whispering what they are in my ear...even the gift she is giving me.  One of my own necklaces....."Mommy it's YOUR necklace!  SHHHH!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXJRCygXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/fdwAynIpiN8/s1600/DSC02665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEXJRCygXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/fdwAynIpiN8/s400/DSC02665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548741663858524530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today my car is in the shop, we are locked up in the house cleaning out closets and the girls are posting "No boys allowed" signs everywhere.  With the exception of babies and daddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7376113328217358758?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7376113328217358758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7376113328217358758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7376113328217358758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7376113328217358758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-she-is.html' title='here she is....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TQEayzVBzgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/zF5Wzl5L7Jc/s72-c/DSC02670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4787721562066802768</id><published>2010-12-01T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:16:52.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sisters are gonna kill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVx24JfWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hH5BvSDOkJA/s1600/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVx24JfWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hH5BvSDOkJA/s400/DSC02567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855043674668386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;couldn't let the holidays pass by without a couple sisterly gems....love you two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVxf2g5OI/AAAAAAAAAwY/NTwtKA8gQhA/s1600/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVxf2g5OI/AAAAAAAAAwY/NTwtKA8gQhA/s400/DSC02566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855037493798114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;was that good steph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVxBfcjwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/3ucB0pAC75w/s1600/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVxBfcjwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/3ucB0pAC75w/s400/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855029343981314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva self portrait!  no boogers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVw_0f77I/AAAAAAAAAwI/GgAe5lT0nYU/s1600/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVw_0f77I/AAAAAAAAAwI/GgAe5lT0nYU/s400/DSC02496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545855028895412146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;enough princesses for ya?   I was watching a friends kids and we had a girly/princess nutcracker dancing fiesta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4787721562066802768?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4787721562066802768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4787721562066802768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4787721562066802768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4787721562066802768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-sisters-are-gonna-kill-me.html' title='my sisters are gonna kill me'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TPbVx24JfWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hH5BvSDOkJA/s72-c/DSC02567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3421027364603161992</id><published>2010-11-26T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:37:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy frickin chickin day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We had not one of those sad, abused turkeys for thanksgiving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That's just such a shame to eat a caged up obese, lard fed, fat turkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So we were privileged to eat a vegetarian,skinny, free running, joyous turkey.  Who truly lived a beautiful happy life.  Until his head was viciously chopped off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;but I think I can tell he was happy.  till that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Because I feel very happy today.  I think he was on prozac actually.  But that means he could have been a suicidal turkey and that would not be good at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That leads me to the thought......are animals ever suicidal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3421027364603161992?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3421027364603161992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3421027364603161992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3421027364603161992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3421027364603161992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-frickin-chickin-day.html' title='happy frickin chickin day'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1711070361130307695</id><published>2010-11-16T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:25:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was just grinding my teeth so it appears.  according to dr. shaw who is my farmer/dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I guess I have stresssssss thats coming out in chisseling my molars into flour all night long.  I just wish it didn't involve the demonic headache of death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1711070361130307695?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1711070361130307695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1711070361130307695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1711070361130307695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1711070361130307695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-just-grinding-my-teeth-so-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3687116695298249993</id><published>2010-11-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:55:13.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Just thought I'd complain for a moment.  I have had for the past couple days the HEADACHE OF DEATH.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't really feel sick otherwise.  No fever no aches, chills or sore throat really.  Just the HEADACHE OF DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It feels the worst at night and the morning.  It also seems to move around my face like a strange creature crawling around my head trying to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm thinking of some story I heard a long time ago that involved a guy who went to South America and he had some parasite sit on his head at night and burrow into his scalp and lay a bunch of eggs.  Months later he too had a HEADACHE OF DEATH.  He awoke to large centipede looking things emerging out of his scalp like a horror movie.  I'm praying it's nothing similar to that whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The only two things I can narrow it down too are seasonal sinus infection type thing or possibly a tooth that has turned demonic in my mouth and is shooting pains of death through my head.  It's that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'll post the results later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3687116695298249993?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3687116695298249993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3687116695298249993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3687116695298249993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3687116695298249993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/headache-of-death.html' title='headache of death'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8459491358802181591</id><published>2010-11-13T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T03:36:59.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I've always been kinda a keep it all too myself kinda gal.  But as I've gotten older I feel like I am who I am and people can take me or leave me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just want to share somethings about my beliefs and why I believe them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  Saying that reminds me of the song that Addie sings in Primary which you really couldn't call singing...more yell/screaming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Had a slight wakeup call because recently a close friend decided to leave our church suddenly and she took her name off the records and everything.  Made me discuss alot of things with her and other friends and got me really thinking and praying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here is what I know.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jesus Christ is my savior and redeemer.   He loves me entirely and has helped me through a ton in my life.  When I felt all alone he was there for me and I've felt forgiven for my sins through his atonement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love the Book of Mormon.  I made a goal recently to just read everyday until I felt like the spirit had told me what I needed to know.  Everyday I learn something new or feel like a truth is impressed upon me.   Sometimes it is just one verse...sometimes it is many.  I have felt the spirit tell me it is a true book and not a man made book but one that is a historical account.  That has given me a knowledge of things that I can't go without.   Although I enjoy certain Bible stories and also get alot from and read the New Testament I feel the BOM is what helps me on a daily basis. I've always been a reader since I was a kid.  I feel like the spirit teaches me through the written word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So therefore if the Book of Mormon is truly the word of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;then Joseph Smith was truly a prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;then The Church of Jesus christ of Latter Day Saints is true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That's how my testimony is founded/based on  and I often go back to my personal testimony.  Is the book of mormon true?  Has the spirit witnessed this to me?  And I say without doubt Yes it has.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There are so many things I don't totally understand.  There are many things that are controversial in our church history and some could be true some might not be.  I've heard probably all of them.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I have the knowledge of Jesus Christ as my savior, and the blessings of the priesthood, and the awesome opportunities to serve my family and in church and the world.  Although I know no man or woman is perfect I know God is perfect and he will forgive us for our shortcomings as we repent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So that is what I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8459491358802181591?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8459491358802181591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8459491358802181591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8459491358802181591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8459491358802181591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-know.html' title='I know.....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6920928540564889551</id><published>2010-11-11T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:31:20.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be known</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNwL8jkV98I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZS4o8ceeEk8/s1600/DSC02383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNwL8jkV98I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZS4o8ceeEk8/s400/DSC02383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538314776726599618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for posterity and all that Harvey said his first word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;heres the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been slightly psycho about not leaving him since he was born.  I guess with number 3 I just realized how fast they grow up and I just like taking him with me everywhere.  It feels good to know he's not crying to nurse and I guess all those mommy hormones just keep me feeling high with my little guy.  It really does feel like a drug or something.  Anyways..not that I would know about drugs. well except  vicodin (childbirth HELLO!) and ibuprofen and the occasional crack pipe.  Just kidding.  but anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this takes us to yesterday.  I was running out the door to go to a primary presidency meeting and the girls were staying with danny and I was throwing Harvey into the car and Danny was like..."Let me keep him!" I was like...."Ummmm he might need to nurse!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh he'll be fine!  He eats food!  He's good! Go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I left and I knew he'd be fine because he is 7 months old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So they fed him and played with him and when we rejoined together they all announced "Harvey said his first word!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No way!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yep"  all three verified he truly spoke his first word at 7 months.  What a genius I know.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The girls all were like "DA-da-da-da-da-da"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but guess what my boy said???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA MA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6920928540564889551?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6920928540564889551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6920928540564889551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6920928540564889551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6920928540564889551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-it-be-known.html' title='let it be known'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNwL8jkV98I/AAAAAAAAAwA/ZS4o8ceeEk8/s72-c/DSC02383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8747523893125328482</id><published>2010-11-09T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T07:50:30.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNlsehB9t4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0-RdIlTy9Mk/s1600/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNlsehB9t4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0-RdIlTy9Mk/s400/DSC02442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537576488347219842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my poor boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8747523893125328482?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8747523893125328482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8747523893125328482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8747523893125328482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8747523893125328482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-love.html' title='enough love'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNlsehB9t4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/0-RdIlTy9Mk/s72-c/DSC02442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7955973412073992086</id><published>2010-11-07T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:38:02.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you little nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's November 7th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel melancholy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvey is 7 months old and the chiropractor says his lower back is very tense.  My poor boy already has tension from his short life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eva has been battling eczema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Addie's best friend quit coming to church and she's very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Danny's muscles just aren't what they should be.  (actually I was just staring at Danny and decided to put that in just to see if was reading this blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had a head lice fake out where I was sure I had head lice and I put poison all over my head, then drenched my head in olive oil, then stayed up half the night searching for lice eggs and bugs which I never actually found.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Chilly smells like she's been rolling in dead animals out in the yard and I can't bring myself to give her a bath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good things are:&lt;/span&gt;  Eva doesn't seem to care she's battling eczema and she has a really cute voice that says stuff like "once upon a pime" and "Fop it!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Addie just got a cute haircut and she keeps wiggling all her loose teeth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Harvey's lower back muscles are doing a great job holding up his brutish build.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I think Danny's cute just the way he is.  no need for bigger muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm lice free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chilly is almost 10...only 5 to 7 more years of her smelling like a dead animal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7955973412073992086?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7955973412073992086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7955973412073992086' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7955973412073992086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7955973412073992086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-little-nut.html' title='you little nut'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8836608406765932577</id><published>2010-11-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:09:59.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall is happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNH3nR1122I/AAAAAAAAAvs/JiATixyHmtc/s1600/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNH3nR1122I/AAAAAAAAAvs/JiATixyHmtc/s400/DSC02399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535477671191239522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNH3nHYxmcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IZdqnIdLl_0/s1600/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNH3nHYxmcI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IZdqnIdLl_0/s400/DSC02361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535477668384971202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8836608406765932577?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8836608406765932577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8836608406765932577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8836608406765932577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8836608406765932577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-is-happening.html' title='fall is happening'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TNH3nR1122I/AAAAAAAAAvs/JiATixyHmtc/s72-c/DSC02399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4762889214505670781</id><published>2010-10-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:04:29.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMRyNM8RpGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/b_pz_ti1ai4/s1600/DSC02291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMRyNM8RpGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/b_pz_ti1ai4/s320/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531671813455717474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Harvey:  weight 20 something pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva:  weight 20 something pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Scene of the crime:  Family room.  Harvey was sitting innocently at my feet as I browsed the internet.    10 minutes pass.   I no longer hear the snuffling snorting of 6 month old boy.   Harvey is missing.  No one is here except Eva.  Well Addie but she's occupied.  That means that Eva somehow kidnapped Harvey.  Which is physically impossible since they are about the same weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I start a manhunt.  Well babyhunt.  I locate the young man on the other side of the house.  Don't know how he got there..but he looks happy.  He's sitting in a blue toy bin.  Eva is pushing him in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I return to the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4762889214505670781?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4762889214505670781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4762889214505670781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4762889214505670781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4762889214505670781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-babys-gone.html' title='my baby&apos;s gone'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMRyNM8RpGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/b_pz_ti1ai4/s72-c/DSC02291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-24958640117551933</id><published>2010-10-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:49:51.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHqhDwkcXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FwCJx0UG4nQ/s1600/DSC02315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHqhDwkcXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FwCJx0UG4nQ/s320/DSC02315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530959671053283698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHqgjz1VxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8JIEP8S3m2k/s1600/DSC02318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHqgjz1VxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/8JIEP8S3m2k/s320/DSC02318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530959662477039378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpCSHFI7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/l9DR04JTalc/s1600/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpCSHFI7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/l9DR04JTalc/s320/DSC02337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958042818225074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpCOxrrvI/AAAAAAAAAus/KKsz4uhb0x4/s1600/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpCOxrrvI/AAAAAAAAAus/KKsz4uhb0x4/s320/DSC02330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958041923170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpBXIlMrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AqTh0Rwsh4g/s1600/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpBXIlMrI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AqTh0Rwsh4g/s320/DSC02322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958026986828466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpA4wOgHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZU0-cVDL3-k/s1600/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHpA4wOgHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZU0-cVDL3-k/s320/DSC02334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958018831614066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these the other night while we were cleaning up.  It looks like a nice little house now huh?  The scary has gone bye bye.  I should go get some more pictures...the girls liked it once it had carpet they kept playing house in the empty bedrooms.  So tonight  Danny has a couple people coming to look at it...we just need to pray for some sane people without pitbulls (the girl coming tonight) and an actual job or source of income try to come live here.  Although the neighbor across the street informed me he has a shotgun and if any funny business goes down he'll just start shooting.  Very reassuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-24958640117551933?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/24958640117551933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=24958640117551933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/24958640117551933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/24958640117551933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/10/after.html' title='after'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TMHqhDwkcXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FwCJx0UG4nQ/s72-c/DSC02315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5820045163486684226</id><published>2010-10-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:44:12.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so here are the pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1sY4VNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UBVlxP1fJv8/s1600/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1sY4VNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UBVlxP1fJv8/s320/DSC01883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529101850906219730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1ShDI6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/EGd_QhoBfrA/s1600/DSC01887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1ShDI6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/EGd_QhoBfrA/s320/DSC01887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529101843961160610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1GSmriI/AAAAAAAAAuE/y1VZ0s59Z58/s1600/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1GSmriI/AAAAAAAAAuE/y1VZ0s59Z58/s320/DSC01881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529101840679349794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ0iZhTAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Vv7fQi48DcA/s1600/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ0iZhTAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Vv7fQi48DcA/s320/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529101831044680706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQzxC3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LVHoq8fQ5ao/s1600/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQzxC3ZvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LVHoq8fQ5ao/s320/DSC01885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529101817796323058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;it looks great doesn't it?  just kidding.  These are the before pictures of our rental house...it's a real looker isn't it? Well...Danny has been "da man" and has worked his hiney off and the after pictures will come soon.  Although most of what he did is stuff you can't really see because it's like rebuilding walls and st  So this is our soon to be for rent house.  Or we might sell it.  We don't know yet.  I'm going to go in and take some "after" pictures this week.  So....you don't know how glad I am to not see those orange walls.  Those were disgusting.  And the outside only looks a little different...I think we're going to plant some bushes or something.  anyways....this nasty home is why I've been single parenting for 6 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5820045163486684226?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5820045163486684226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5820045163486684226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5820045163486684226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5820045163486684226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-here-are-pictures.html' title='so here are the pictures'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLtQ1sY4VNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UBVlxP1fJv8/s72-c/DSC01883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8472692424728593356</id><published>2010-10-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:15:37.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't fail to mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLX3CHFoWwI/AAAAAAAAAts/WNAmkyes2NQ/s1600/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLX3CHFoWwI/AAAAAAAAAts/WNAmkyes2NQ/s200/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527595733301615362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLX2Bd4GN6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/fSqwYCM5SC8/s1600/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLX2Bd4GN6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/fSqwYCM5SC8/s200/DSC02033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527594622727370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm the mother of a 7 year old.  I'm as proud as can be.  Look at this Adelaidy!  I sure do love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8472692424728593356?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8472692424728593356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8472692424728593356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8472692424728593356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8472692424728593356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-fail-to-mention.html' title='can&apos;t fail to mention'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLX3CHFoWwI/AAAAAAAAAts/WNAmkyes2NQ/s72-c/DSC02036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5270361412091766658</id><published>2010-10-11T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:29:40.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjhWM1QWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1ASXQt8kHeY/s1600/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjhWM1QWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1ASXQt8kHeY/s200/DSC02227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870592259965282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjhHVDMBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bd1mPXLTWcY/s1600/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjhHVDMBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bd1mPXLTWcY/s200/DSC02202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870588267900946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me....happy birthday dear me.  happy birthday to me. oh and danny.  Plus steph and Aaron.  oh yeah and Nathan.  And Natalie.  did I forget anyone???  And unlike most years where we are bundled up in sweaters for  our birthday we were hanging out on the beach.  So now I'm 30. .....oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjgnIglXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FVXGo4A7PhY/s1600/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjgnIglXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FVXGo4A7PhY/s200/DSC02222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870579625366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjg6HQ07I/AAAAAAAAAtM/CiMggi8xDuk/s1600/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjg6HQ07I/AAAAAAAAAtM/CiMggi8xDuk/s200/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526870584720413618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5270361412091766658?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5270361412091766658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5270361412091766658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5270361412091766658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5270361412091766658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TLNjhWM1QWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1ASXQt8kHeY/s72-c/DSC02227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8479067831113261693</id><published>2010-09-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T03:57:46.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TJSYTA2NRNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/h_29LI22Cr0/s1600/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TJSYTA2NRNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/h_29LI22Cr0/s400/DSC01786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518202895847998674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Having an under 1 year old child makes for some awesome sleep.    Actually I think having an under 100 year old child probably makes for awesome sleep.  But I'm sure that first year is the orientation to bad sleep every parent has to have...so when their child is 16 and missing at 2 :00 a.m. you are primed and ready to jump out of bed and call everyone on the planet to find out where they are.  So with nothing else to do but make eyes at Harv at 6:00 a.m. I decided to come on here and check on the blogging world.  Which is a small world since most everyone I know that used to blog quit when facebook started up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I've been tired for at least 2 days....I think I'm grinding my teeth at night.  I keep waking up with a weird pain in my jaw and it's on both sides so I don't think I have a toothache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yesterday once about 4:00 hit I was SOOOOOO tired.  Danny has been gone from pretty much sun up till 11 at night.   So I'm flying solo on all the chores around the house and manning the 3 youngsters.    Mom has been coming over and saving me.  Yesterday she bought me dog food which was a whole trip to the store I didn't want to do.  Also  she brought all her apple tree apples and made me an apple crisp in my kitchen while I laid on the couch with Eva and zoned out/slept.  It turned out really good and got me through the evening.  So now another day begins and the two girls are up and out of bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8479067831113261693?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8479067831113261693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8479067831113261693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8479067831113261693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8479067831113261693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/09/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TJSYTA2NRNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/h_29LI22Cr0/s72-c/DSC01786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7356867510594229068</id><published>2010-09-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:33:11.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TIu6040tQPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Bb3utW3O0g4/s1600/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TIu6040tQPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Bb3utW3O0g4/s400/DSC01755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515707586414723314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday dane!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to your chuckee cheese celebration in a few short hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up right now:  Harvey's in the laundry room sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are on the couch reading books.&lt;br /&gt;Danny's at the rental house getting it fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;I finished teaching piano and now I'm going to make my children some food.&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly be the worst piano teacher in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Today during piano lessons Eva decided to turn on the keyboard on full volume and not turn it off..I had to crawl under the piano and drag her out.  That didn't stop her and she headed right back and started it up again....I threatened to lock her outside.  That stopped her mostly.  Then the phone was ringing non stop.  I kept thinking...why don't I turn my phone off?  All the while my little 6 year old student is waiting patiently.  She finally starts playing and the cell phone rings AGAIN and I have to answer it because it's my next student and they'd been trying to call for two days and they for some reason weren't able to hear my messages.  So I answer the phone and FINALLY have peace to listen to my student play.  By then Harvey wakes up and starts crying and I think she was burned out and she just quit.  Poor thing.   I need a piano studio SOOOO BAD!!!  Or I need a door with a lock on it so my children can't come in.  Or I just need to send them off with someone during lessons. &lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7356867510594229068?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7356867510594229068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7356867510594229068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7356867510594229068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7356867510594229068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-dane-were-heading-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TIu6040tQPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Bb3utW3O0g4/s72-c/DSC01755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5767617738575646863</id><published>2010-09-01T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:21:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TH5a7Duo5QI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZmOgJ5DLKAU/s1600/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TH5a7Duo5QI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZmOgJ5DLKAU/s400/DSC01773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942964607771906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boy is rolling over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TH5aTLGkloI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7xgUq-GGMGE/s1600/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TH5aTLGkloI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7xgUq-GGMGE/s400/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942279392433794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and he's scooting on his belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(harvey age 4 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No back to school for us Dotson's.  Addie's doing 2nd grade at home again and I am feeling peaceful and happy about it.  It was her choice truly and I'm up to the task.  I have to give myself alot of pep talks about this since having 3 kids does seem like I am drowning in little people sometimes.  The funny thing about 3 kids is that I cannot imagine only having three permanently.  With 2 one more seemed really scary.  Now that I have Harvey I feel like I will definately have one more and it doesn't scare me.  Although it would seriously scare me if I was having number 4 like right now.   Then I would freak out!  But nope...not yet.  anyways, since we are homeschooling we aren't starting school until the day after labor day...the day EVERYONE on the earth should start school.  But since I can't change the world I can change my corner of the world.  I've been reading The Well Trained Mind to inspire my organization with homeschooling.  Naturally I would be a total unschooler but I'm fighting that urge because after reading this book I truly believe there is alot of good things that take discipline to learn and it is worth it in the end to teach my children in a way that they can maximize their potential and ability to learn. But all that will happen NEXT week because as of right now they are fighting over the cell phone and tackling eachother like crazed cats.  So the vision and reality once again diverge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5767617738575646863?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5767617738575646863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5767617738575646863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5767617738575646863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5767617738575646863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-boy.html' title='my boy'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TH5a7Duo5QI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZmOgJ5DLKAU/s72-c/DSC01773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8688807747956382689</id><published>2010-08-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:12:03.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;watched Eva sleep.  She looked kinda dead.  I put my hand over her mouth to try to feel the air coming in and out.  She was alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Harvey woke up doing his normal leg lifts.  I don't know why right when he wakes up his legs go straight in the air but that's what he does and it's pretty cute.  Danny and I watched him bench press a toothbrush.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Addie woke up and made us raspberry muffins from a mix.  House appraisor knocks on the door just as Eva pours half the gallon of milk on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Soak it up with a towel as I tell him to show himself around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pick up toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wait for my piano student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Keep waiting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Teach piano and realize she doesn't know any of the note names.  whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Drive to the farm (carriage hill).  question my choice of ponytails...I feel like a 3rd grader.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Walk around the farm.  Meet a very sweet lady and daughter working at the farm.  She shows us how to make a quilt on one of those old foot action sewing machines.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Play a quilt game.  Basically you take a quilt and make up a story about where each little piece came from..like "this is a piece from the dress you wore when you were a brand new baby..and when I smell it it still reminds me of you when you were born"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chase the chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Buy candy and commisserate with the candy store lady about the sorry state we're all in with how undisciplined children are and how you can't even yell at neighbor kids in your own yard or their parents will sue you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sit outside and realize Harvey has just blown out a weeks stash worth of poo.  I had no wipes.  Went into the public bathroom and realized the mess extended to under his armpits and even up to his hair.  it was intense.  Clean him up in the sink and dry him under the hair dryer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Throw his clothes in the stroller and carry him naked in the sling.  I luckily did have a diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uhoh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny it takes two days for me to post about a day in my life&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUING&lt;br /&gt;left the farm with cleaned baby.&lt;br /&gt;drove to goodwill outlet and met mom.  Saw a man that looked like crocodile dundee dude...&lt;br /&gt;was given a small flashlight lovingly from a homeless looking man rooting through the bins.&lt;br /&gt;FOUND SOME SWEEEEET DEAAAALS!!! &lt;br /&gt;Drove home&lt;br /&gt;found Danny playing frisbee golf in the park.&lt;br /&gt;we all ate leftover noodles and chili. &lt;br /&gt;ate my sister Steph's homemade apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;boxed up ebay stuff to mail.&lt;br /&gt;3 in bed.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8688807747956382689?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8688807747956382689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8688807747956382689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8688807747956382689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8688807747956382689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-life.html' title='day in the life'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6937861721636043715</id><published>2010-08-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:38:37.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pv0vA8VI/AAAAAAAAArs/PCrR1t0XLSs/s1600/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pv0vA8VI/AAAAAAAAArs/PCrR1t0XLSs/s400/DSC01565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503092802512286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;went to the circus when it was like 100 degrees out.  the kids had a good time and we got to sit in the very front row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pu91TcMI/AAAAAAAAArk/Ax_NpQBLjyQ/s1600/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pu91TcMI/AAAAAAAAArk/Ax_NpQBLjyQ/s400/DSC01555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503092787774714050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;harvey was only a little amused.  I kept pouring water on his head too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pupnaggI/AAAAAAAAArc/3lykATLysBg/s1600/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pupnaggI/AAAAAAAAArc/3lykATLysBg/s400/DSC01546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503092782347747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mom was about to die of a heatstroke or shoot someone...I don't know which one first but she still let her little graddaughters crowd her and sit on her lap.  good grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7puIbyx6I/AAAAAAAAArU/wt8NHeewg-0/s1600/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7puIbyx6I/AAAAAAAAArU/wt8NHeewg-0/s400/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503092773440636834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and so we are whiling away our summer..... loosing front teeth, watching scary clowns, swimming, and stealing vegetables from neighbors gardens.  I didn't do any such thing (gardening) this year.....but I miss having big tomatoes and zucchini and squash.  And corn.  It's all I want to eat.  Rachel I need some of yours!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7ptrYHmEI/AAAAAAAAArM/yicZfsog2Xo/s1600/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7ptrYHmEI/AAAAAAAAArM/yicZfsog2Xo/s400/DSC01537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503092765640595522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Addie's lost her first front tooth and she looks extra special without.  I think I'm just going to secretely knock out her adult tooth when it grows in so she eternally has a gap in her mouth.  But then she'd probably just look all billy bob without a front tooth.  It would quit being cute when she's 20 something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6937861721636043715?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6937861721636043715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6937861721636043715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6937861721636043715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6937861721636043715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/08/went-to-circus-when-it-was-like-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TF7pv0vA8VI/AAAAAAAAArs/PCrR1t0XLSs/s72-c/DSC01565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4715817243957204712</id><published>2010-07-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:23:33.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly stinks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this house is full of drywall dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;chilly really stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I skipped our outing today to the water park because the girls didn't want to go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Harvey is sweating on my chest sleeping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;girls are throwing balls at eachother across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;I taught piano all morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;considering teaching piano in  the students home instead of my own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;too many squawkers in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to research charlotte mason homeschooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We put an offer on a house...but don't know if it will work out or not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to shampoo the living room carpet because someone shook chocolate milk all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephanie is pregnant!  I was the first to find out....(well besides Aaron) and I'm so excited for her and glad it's her and not me.  I'm blessing her with the gift of a 12 pounder.  Just so she can experience it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4715817243957204712?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4715817243957204712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4715817243957204712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4715817243957204712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4715817243957204712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/07/chilly-stinks.html' title='chilly stinks'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5078967318944426372</id><published>2010-07-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:40:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on to my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;come on to my house.  I'm gonna give you CANDY.  come on to my house to myyyy house I'm gonna give you CANDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have no clue where that song is from or if I made it up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I will give you candy if you come to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We are house shopping.  looking for a new slum house to purchase.  Don't worry we will be slum/ghetto lords.  It's Danny's new goal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today we looked at house number 1:  1920's 3 bed 1 bath with a NIIIIICe yard, but needs a roof, new kitchen, new furnace and a.c. and that's almost all.  well not including cosmetics.  BUT is only 19,000.   And it's on a cute little street and the neighbors were nice.  I talked to the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Number 2:  a good street in a semi shady overall neighborhood.  This house had a cool upstairs apartment with a 2 layer deck. but it stinks like an animal died and rotted and their is no floor and the basement is loaded with mold.  30,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Number 3:  Over by our other house this is a lovely ( I feel like a real estate agent) cape cod.  It's actually not lovely...mint green and the bushes are as tall as the house.   But it has a newish furnace and the roof looks okay.  But it has a huge ramshackle shack in the back with power running to it that makes it look like it was used to grow da drugs or something.    Also on a decent street.  This one is only 16,000.  But it has mold in the bathroom and needs all new interior stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Stephanie said we are currently looking to buy vermont ave and we're going to have to work up to park place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The last place had a typewriter in it and pea green carpet too.  It was awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The girls are just holding their noses and whining to leave.  anywho....what else can I write about?  this summer just WONT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;QUIT.  I swear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;okay I'm done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5078967318944426372?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5078967318944426372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5078967318944426372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5078967318944426372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5078967318944426372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/07/come-on-to-my-house.html' title='come on to my house'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-2742932382842085615</id><published>2010-07-09T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:25:56.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys vs girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDevmeBsxvI/AAAAAAAAArE/6URthAljiSo/s1600/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDevmeBsxvI/AAAAAAAAArE/6URthAljiSo/s320/DSC01402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492051346031691506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm spending time with my little nephews tonight along with the girls and Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I gave birth to a girl A  GIRL!!! The thought of having a little boy was so foreign to me.  I pitied all the poor  mothers who gave birth to boys first because having a girl was the biggest treat in the world.  Like a humongous icecream sundae with loads of whipped cream, and a huge cherry on top.  covered in gummy bears.  With three flavors of icecream.  and hot fudge.(can you tell I still haven't been eating sugar?)   That was having my Addie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then I had my second girl and I felt the exact same way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And then I found out (number three) was a boy.  Danny yelled an outloud "YES!!!"  and I smiled kind of but I was afraid.  Boys.  Legos.  Cars.  Dump trucks.  footballs.  buzz cuts.  Mullets.  For some reason really bad boy haircuts kept popping in my mind.    Attention deficit disorder..hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biased ya think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was still a little afraid all the way till I saw Harvey.  Upon viewing my 12 pound chubby ,squinty eyed grunting boy my heart leaped and all I could think was  "A BOY!!!!  I'm the luckiest woman in the world. "  and that was like getting a HUMONGOUS mango ritas frozen custard.   So now I pity all the poor unfortunate mothers who had girls and can't put a bow tie on their tiny little bald baby man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-2742932382842085615?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2742932382842085615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=2742932382842085615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2742932382842085615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2742932382842085615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/07/boys-vs-girls.html' title='boys vs girls'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDevmeBsxvI/AAAAAAAAArE/6URthAljiSo/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-331517930389568897</id><published>2010-07-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:15:17.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 on the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3eZA-V_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/-oKzLXkQnsg/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3eZA-V_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/-oKzLXkQnsg/s320/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490160047247742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;3 months today!!!  So I will take tons of mommy liberties by smooching his chubby cheeks and feel free to squeeze fat thighs to my hearts delight.  This was last night at the fireworks in Dayton.  We went with our neighbors and their granddaughter and my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3dkdoMLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gIhNFU6C7I8/s1600/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3dkdoMLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/gIhNFU6C7I8/s320/DSC01469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490160033140846770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The downtown had  a cityfolk festival which I'm not sure what that means but there was a ton of puppetting people with their works of art like the one above.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3dEGS_wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PuNXcAyfhII/s1600/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3dEGS_wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PuNXcAyfhII/s320/DSC01462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490160024453054210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;of course another picture of the 3 month birthday boy.  Happy fourth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-331517930389568897?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/331517930389568897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=331517930389568897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/331517930389568897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/331517930389568897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-on-4th.html' title='3 on the 4th'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TDD3eZA-V_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/-oKzLXkQnsg/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-751024061075690002</id><published>2010-06-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:10:20.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;this is 3 weeks of no sugar.  Well I guess I broke that rule once maybe but I'm doing  good with it.  No sugar to me is like eliminating a huge food group.  I mean gummy candy is actually it's own food group, then sugar and desserts have their own category.  when I was younger a trip to the meijer bulk gummy section was considered dinner...because well you had the gummy strawberries, the sour worms, the sour bears, the gummy fish.  It was a buffet of gummy delite.    So after like 3 days of having chills, sweating, and shaking I'm feeling like a new woman.  But being Mormon means I have even more things forbidden from my diet, like all coffee products, (even mcd's frappes) all tea products...well except herbal tea but it depends on the kind..I only like the fruity kinds anyways.   So if you're a word of wisdom abiding mormon you get into sugar because what else gives you the buzz?  well...now I have no way to get my high and I've decided marijauna is so much healthier and way relaxing.  JUST KIDDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm trying to eat mainly whole grains, lots of veggies, some fruits, and meat that isn't preserved with nitrates.     So aren't I special.  And the occasional left over chicken mcnugget.  And french fries.  oh yes and pizza.  So this diet of mine may not prove successful but I do feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;oh and I've started doing yoga at home.  youtube fat burning yoga and you will get a killer workout.  I'm going to shed my baby chub because I certainly gathered alot of it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My question is why is Ohio so hot and humid?  The other day I thought a bug was crawling down my back and it was just sweat.  It grossed me out.  We've had a good week with almost zero pictures because I just don't take my camera anywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We are out and about and Harvey and Malachi have discovered eachother.  Katrina and I were sitting at the Y letting the kids play when we realized we were both holding the little men on our laps and we were like..."They need to be introduced to eachother!"  So we had them face eachother and Malachi had his mouth hanging open so wide and his eyes were shocked looking and Harvey was smiling  and talking and laughing.   Harvey kept talking like he was really waiting for Malachi to respond but Malachi just kept looking stunned.  It was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;anyways I predict a great friendship between the two men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-751024061075690002?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/751024061075690002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=751024061075690002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/751024061075690002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/751024061075690002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-all-good.html' title='its all good'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3735388217970860362</id><published>2010-06-20T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:19:00.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fodders day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TB5odbjoW2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0osYMwqNnp8/s1600/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TB5odbjoW2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0osYMwqNnp8/s320/DSC01269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936251006540642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my niece lilia and eva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Happy fathers day to my dad and my danny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; -you have so much energy for my kids and I do love you for it. growing up you were there to tell a weird joke or play pig in the backyard.  Your strange humor and lots of hugs and treats galore make you YOU.  We all think you are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny-&lt;/span&gt; You and I get to share equally all this crazy love we have for our children.  Laughing about them together and watching you play with and teach the girls is a blessing. Harvey smiling just like you brings tears to my eyes because I know he has a great example in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;okay enough mushy stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now I'm writing a recipe for large group family fun.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a,&lt;/span&gt; pick a major holiday....preferably one where people like to go out to eat...mothers day, fathers day something like that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b.&lt;/span&gt;  decide that night you will go out to eat with your entire, exremely large and kid heavy family, to a very popular moderately expensive, nice restaurant.   That is located at "The Green" which is a phony feeling fake downtown, outdoor mall, that is constantly packed with people.  Not only that they had a really loud 80's cover band with a lady belting out tunes for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt;  eat at restaurant.  This involved me nursing in a packed lobby with the server telling me to nurse in the family bathroom which didn't actually have a chair inside it.  It was so tiny it just had a toilet and a trash can.  I wonder where she thought I would sit.....add about 2000 more trips to family restroom because all 600 of our toddlers needed to go non stop.  leave restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt;  beat through throngs of joyous fathers day celebrators to go see a movie with all the children.  Unfortonately it didn't start for 40 minutes so we had to keep all the children safe (as we sisters traded child abduction stories we'd read or heard about).  Enter movie theater and realize there are no seats left.  All 1000 of us leave and start telling off the movie theater girl while the kids are crying loud enough  to create a sonic boom.  don't know what that is but..trust me....its loud.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then wait another 30 minutes to see the next showing.  This was Toy story 3 people....there would be a riot if this didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;  watch movie.  3-d didn't totally impress me but hey...it was cute seeing 8 kids lined up wearing the glasses.  nurse baby in movie, pass out loads of lollypops,  leave movie with crying baby....fall asleep in lobby.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and by the way....Rachel I love you happy happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3735388217970860362?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3735388217970860362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3735388217970860362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3735388217970860362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3735388217970860362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/06/fodders-day.html' title='fodders day'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TB5odbjoW2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0osYMwqNnp8/s72-c/DSC01269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3072143534486398669</id><published>2010-06-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:06:19.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're living in brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFiqHFIbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FVXsg8dGRMc/s1600/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFiqHFIbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FVXsg8dGRMc/s320/DSC01365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138639301255602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;thats what danny and I keep repeating over and over to eachother.  Now neither of us have actually BEEN to Brazil...or even south America.   BUT in our view of the planet...Brazil must have weather just like we are having.  No where else...Just Brazil.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJ0r3-NI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xHxhplqibV0/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJ0r3-NI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xHxhplqibV0/s320/DSC01337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138212643207378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now we live nowhere near Brazil...just in the midwestern world of Ohio where people purchase Cincinatti reds onsies for your baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJnOVtpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4oJuR9Qvj0U/s1600/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJnOVtpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/4oJuR9Qvj0U/s320/DSC01335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138209029666450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Harvey is just your everyday midwestern man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJC-_qgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/e79ZDfkyn30/s1600/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFJC-_qgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/e79ZDfkyn30/s320/DSC01306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138199301630466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And Eva is your average midwestern  yogurt in the yard eating summertime 3 year old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFIslYyzI/AAAAAAAAAps/Bn7egcT-7UY/s1600/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFIslYyzI/AAAAAAAAAps/Bn7egcT-7UY/s320/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483138193288645426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and Chilly is your average midwestern rat terrier.....Anyone want a dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3072143534486398669?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3072143534486398669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3072143534486398669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3072143534486398669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3072143534486398669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-living-in-brazil.html' title='we&apos;re living in brazil'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TBgFiqHFIbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/FVXsg8dGRMc/s72-c/DSC01365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5429825002549671015</id><published>2010-05-29T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:33:31.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-W7ckMKI/AAAAAAAAApc/gXvnkjy82zY/s1600/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-W7ckMKI/AAAAAAAAApc/gXvnkjy82zY/s320/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727185494782114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;there were three little  girls who loved going to the farm.   Everytime they went, the farmer would let them go in the chicken coop and pick out some eggs.  Everytime they picked out eggs they would cradle them lovingly in their hands, or in the hood of their sweaters, until they would usually crack.  And then all heck would break lose.  Then the little girls mommy, or grandma or whoever, would go find the farmer and demand more eggs immediately.  Then they would be at peace once again.  Because these were not just any eggs.   They were special eggs that could possibly contain a baby chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-Wr_l1bI/AAAAAAAAApU/eWQUUf9a5D4/s1600/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-Wr_l1bI/AAAAAAAAApU/eWQUUf9a5D4/s320/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727181346723250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So  then the mommy in a moment of chick hatching excitement devised her own incubator because yes, she is that brilliant.  It involved an old cardboard box, a thermometer, two lamps, and that's about it.  Well the farm egg loving family pretty much tossed the eggs in the box and forgot about them for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-V754X8I/AAAAAAAAApM/DyweeTbN4c4/s1600/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-V754X8I/AAAAAAAAApM/DyweeTbN4c4/s320/DSC01290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727168437870530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Until, one day, while getting ready for bed.  There was a chirp.  And  the little girls ran to see what happened.  Because this wasn't their first set of eggs....this was their third set of eggs and the mommy had pretty much given up all hope that her homemade ingenuity would ever produce anything more than a rotton egg....so they looked in side...and...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-VBvherI/AAAAAAAAApE/SMaC1tFb_H0/s1600/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-VBvherI/AAAAAAAAApE/SMaC1tFb_H0/s320/DSC01293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727152825170610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;here she/he is.....Cookie Flower dotson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-Ux8qbZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/trHs3L09QoI/s1600/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-Ux8qbZI/AAAAAAAAAo8/trHs3L09QoI/s320/DSC01292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476727148585315730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;an angry little chick who is quite aggressive but he was a survivor.  Anyone want a chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5429825002549671015?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5429825002549671015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5429825002549671015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5429825002549671015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5429825002549671015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/TAE-W7ckMKI/AAAAAAAAApc/gXvnkjy82zY/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7698947477961131609</id><published>2010-05-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:11:09.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a quarter after one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hate that song!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and truly its way later than that.....Harvey had a 2 a.m. run in with hunger and has been dining ever since.  It's now 3:55.  ow owwww.  Sometimes I forget how tiny he still really is...only 6 weeks.  He has never seemed like a true newborn to me and I sit here and admire his dark blue eyes, business man hair, chubby curled up legs and furrowed brow.  Danny and i like to call him "the bishop" because of his intense stare down and serious expression. I  am thinking of a year ago...I couldn't sleep and spent time browsing the internet.  I don't remember where or in what context but I saw the name Harvey written at the end of a sentence.  And I remember thinking..."I'm going to have a boy named Harvey."  and that was about it.  I actually went to bed and told Danny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I found out about 2 months later I was pregnant the girls said..."It's HARVEY!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and insisted that the baby was absolutely a boy and not a girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now sometimes I try to think of the other names we considered for him during pregnancy...nothing seems to remotely fit. And I think...He has always been Harvey I guess.  I just needed a clear message on that because I don't think I would have thought it up myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ohhh sleeping baby.  nighty night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7698947477961131609?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7698947477961131609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7698947477961131609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7698947477961131609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7698947477961131609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-quarter-after-one.html' title='its a quarter after one'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8805972118285732342</id><published>2010-05-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:07:20.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All this having a baby biz has really rocked my homeschooling schedule.  I would say I started slacking a bit about 3 weeks prior to the event.  We still have been trying to keep up with Math and handwriting.  She also reads alot everyday.   But right now her education involves a bit more diaper changing, lullabying, and carrying Harvey, who is almost half her size, around the house. Addie is working like a full time nanny around here and her energy for her little brother is intense.  There is never a morning when she is too tired to hop right out of her bed when she hears him crying, run to his bassinet, change his diaper and clothes, and carry him to me.  Today she sat rocking him in her little rocking chair, while I mopped and vacuumed.  I think all of this baby loving energy helps offset the stress of Eva, who is loving in a more viscious baby smothering way.  She will rock his baby swing with him in it with a look of insanity on her face. She also has felt like fighting about everything she can think of, mostly it's her wanting to torment someone, like putting her foot on Addie's chair, or deciding whatever Addie has is the best thing in the world.  I'm trying to give her a large dose of love to hopefully counteract her middle child negativity.   Today she sat on the couch looking really sweet and I said,  "Eva give me a kiss!"  So she gave me the biggest smacker and then yelled "We're MARRIED!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I really hope though everything feels easier this fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Addie expressed some interest in going to public school.  It made the wheels start turning in my head...well okay.  She would be fine.  She's a smart kid, and she might enjoy it.  She could use some more practice with seperating and being a bit more brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;then I have this whole other line of thinking that is like....What will she be doing at school except sitting around at a desk.  We'll miss all those hours together.  Someday she'll be grown up and those are hours we can never get back.    She is such a good helper now.  Why should the school get all the best years of my kids life?  She'll be in one room and one building every day of her life.  She'll miss out on our trips to the farm, and museums, and long browsing sessions at the library, time to just play outside without a time line.  Time to swing.  Time to read.  Time to draw and paint.    I have many friends that told me they started homeschooling because their kids got off the bus at 4:00 watched t.v. for an hour, ate dinner, did homework and went to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8805972118285732342?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8805972118285732342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8805972118285732342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8805972118285732342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8805972118285732342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-this-having-baby-biz-has-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-2099290489809905259</id><published>2010-05-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:09:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lyuSpi3MI/AAAAAAAAAoM/C6DLtsmexiw/s1600/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lyuSpi3MI/AAAAAAAAAoM/C6DLtsmexiw/s320/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470029362023816386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my super men at his schools annual burrito eating contest...harvey was the star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZ-T3-_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/e1aQyyKjUIk/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZ-T3-_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/e1aQyyKjUIk/s320/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470026813943577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;here's the handsome prince on his blessing day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZi32adI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5l60Zk1gBIc/s1600/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZi32adI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5l60Zk1gBIc/s320/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470026806578276818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;gotta love a bow tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZQeiL9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/JNviP-0pHkY/s1600/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lwZQeiL9I/AAAAAAAAAn0/JNviP-0pHkY/s320/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470026801640255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;his hands are attacking him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvXbQYD5I/AAAAAAAAAns/8z-kWeGyE2g/s1600/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvXbQYD5I/AAAAAAAAAns/8z-kWeGyE2g/s320/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470025670662295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;horse break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvW11AvcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5pwIcBk8Bwg/s1600/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvW11AvcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5pwIcBk8Bwg/s320/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470025660615409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;everett is so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvV1NvLlI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1dAyrvJio7s/s1600/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lvV1NvLlI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1dAyrvJio7s/s320/DSC01178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470025643270811218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-2099290489809905259?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2099290489809905259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=2099290489809905259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2099290489809905259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2099290489809905259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-up.html' title='whats up'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S-lyuSpi3MI/AAAAAAAAAoM/C6DLtsmexiw/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3844201960689989085</id><published>2010-05-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:53:43.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sitting with Katrina and Nathan at the park today we were watching our youngsters run up and down the plastic play equipment.   Kat and I had our babies in tow, perched on the bench, soaking up some vitamin d.   I want to add there is nothing like having a sister have a baby along with you....it's like a mirror.  We see eachother going through it, see our bodies grow, give birth, and then admiring together the work we accomplished this past year.   It's messy and it's not always perfect or fun and there are no pretenses.  I guess we aren't much for pretenses anyway.  But it is somehow so easy and comforting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and it was very comforting when Eva and Lilia decided they desperately needed to use the restroom and Nathan bounded at top speed to get the baby potty they had brilliantly remembered.   Addie decided she REALLY needed to go too and for that I want to thank my brother in law Nathan terry.  Thank you thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This particular park has no indoor facilities and last time Katrina took ALL THREE girls....two of them being mine, and helped them use the porta potty thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Those portapotty's scare me to death.  Last year I had a total I KNOW I AM A MOM moment when Eva, sat on the portapotty at a public park, and I had a weird vision of her falling into the murky yuck below.  And without even analyzing the situation  I knew I would immediately jump down into dark hole and save my child from the stinky well.  I think it would be some kind of instinct.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So why didn't ma jump in the well to save carrie on little house on the prairie? that's my question of the night.  Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3844201960689989085?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3844201960689989085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3844201960689989085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3844201960689989085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3844201960689989085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/05/sitting-with-katrina-and-nathan-at-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-722883388927163050</id><published>2010-04-29T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:43:09.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;of all three of my youngsters my hormones are a mess for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just sad....don't know why...but I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;babies makes me cry, older kids make me cry, the thought of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;children going to college someday makes me cry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the thought of them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting married makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kids fighting makes me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;annoying chilly dog makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the fact I got an epidural and didn't have a perfect easy natural waterbirth makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvey's blue eyes make me cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;and Eva's big brown eyes make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;chicken soup for the mothers soul is like postpartum torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fact danny told me to get the baby out during labor made me cry....but that was until he told me I had the story wrong and I already got the epidural when he said that...I was blaming him for my epidura&lt;/span&gt;l.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;men playing frisbee golf in my backyard even made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But It's clearing....I can feel it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;soon only the worst of stories will make me cry and I won't have this super sensitive soul.  It will be back to normal and I'll remember it again only when I am experiencing it again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-722883388927163050?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/722883388927163050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=722883388927163050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/722883388927163050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/722883388927163050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-birth.html' title='after the birth'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1956414891248089476</id><published>2010-04-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:01:23.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDcux5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yFlD0-TargM/s1600/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDcux5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yFlD0-TargM/s320/DSC01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463714565059092258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have to take some credit for Nat's lovely dress.  A friend had helped start a wedding dress store and we went to check it out because they were selling off everything.  There weren't many dresses there but I kept seeing this one which was a long antiquiey lacey thing and I made her try it on.  She ended up buying it and altering it a little and she looked GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The happy couple couldn't get any cuter.....it reminds me of our wedding 9 years ago from the 7th. We celebrated it this year by bringing home our new baby boy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDcYbhq9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nP2pwcO3hig/s1600/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDcYbhq9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/nP2pwcO3hig/s320/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463714559059667922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDb24-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/rft7WC2No44/s1600/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDb24-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/rft7WC2No44/s320/DSC01086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463714550056418706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was only partially present (locked away nursing a 12 day old baby and all) but I did snatch a couple pictures here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDbjJvXgI/AAAAAAAAAms/i1F28ER600w/s1600/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDbjJvXgI/AAAAAAAAAms/i1F28ER600w/s320/DSC01084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463714544757988866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my handsome wedding date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDbHOpmVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/fgbvxHoY5a8/s1600/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDbHOpmVI/AAAAAAAAAmk/fgbvxHoY5a8/s320/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463714537262389586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more april anniversaries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1956414891248089476?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1956414891248089476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1956414891248089476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1956414891248089476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1956414891248089476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-to-take-some-credit-for-nats.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9MDcux5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yFlD0-TargM/s72-c/DSC01082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3874088826695774060</id><published>2010-04-22T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:16:15.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harvey honeymoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9Dkv8LB-7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UcdHFfAPSFs/s1600/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9Dkv8LB-7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UcdHFfAPSFs/s320/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463117860257790898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I remember hearing someone say the first two weeks of your baby's life you are on a "babymoon" where you literally fall in love with your new child.  My hormones are baby love raging.  I am weepy with tears of joy for this new nice guy in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9DkvJ7A_RI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BQtQ_609sOY/s1600/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9DkvJ7A_RI/AAAAAAAAAmM/BQtQ_609sOY/s320/DSC01028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463117846768844050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;isn't he the most handsome thing you've ever seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9DkuWgdycI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4s5oof79djA/s1600/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9DkuWgdycI/AAAAAAAAAmE/4s5oof79djA/s320/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463117832967276994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;he was sooooo worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9Dkt-gFk1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/v3fkz-fXZsQ/s1600/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9Dkt-gFk1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/v3fkz-fXZsQ/s320/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463117826523239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;mommy + harvey = truuuuuue loooooove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3874088826695774060?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3874088826695774060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3874088826695774060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3874088826695774060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3874088826695774060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/04/harvey-honeymoon.html' title='harvey honeymoon'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S9Dkv8LB-7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UcdHFfAPSFs/s72-c/DSC01113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1065371631861986626</id><published>2010-04-08T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:05:30.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harveys birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yqJWgLII/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vkc8qilbTnk/s1600/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457855498065816706" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yqJWgLII/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vkc8qilbTnk/s320/DSC00963.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 318px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yp3jclKI/AAAAAAAAAls/271KCM40GEo/s1600/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457855493288268962" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yp3jclKI/AAAAAAAAAls/271KCM40GEo/s320/DSC00928.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74ypMLYXcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ntlOcoJyCFA/s1600/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457855481644604866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74ypMLYXcI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ntlOcoJyCFA/s320/DSC00930.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yoz-Aw_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/7eKJ_qA18cA/s1600/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457855475146081266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yoz-Aw_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/7eKJ_qA18cA/s320/DSC00932.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;was on Easter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I thought the moment would never come.  I swore I'd have to be induced....but then at 12:00 I woke with contractions.   It's like a bell rang or an alarm went off in my body or something....could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ve range earlier that's for sure.  At first I thought the alarm was just telling me I forgot to put out the Easter baskets for the girls.  So I attended to that first.  But then it was unmistakable labor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I couldn't sleep....so I read.  I read until 6:00 when it felt like my water broke.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i woke up Danny, called my mom and dad, and the girls woke up and immediately found their baskets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;On the way to the hospital we passed by a prostitute I think and hit every pot hole and that really hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I was sure I was probably totally dilated, ready to push, pretty much done with labor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I got there and I was only a 5.  So we walked around, laughed at the nurses while they tried to blow up the humongous inflatable birthing tub thingy, I took a bath and read a wimpy kid book, bounced on the ball.....tried all my tricks.  Still no Harvey.  So around 3 o clock I had my midwife check me and I was still only a 7.  So I kept at it...I went in my huge inflatable tub and I started to feel like maybe this was going to be a really long night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I got the epidural.  Which turned into a spinal and now I have a killer headache.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;but anyways.....that was around 5 or 6.  I was getting really tired. Harvey wasn't moving down...he was floating up high.  I can't really remember what happened for the next three hours.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;At 9 o clock I was totally dialated but he was still really high and they couldn't get him going south.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Luckily the Dr. who delivered Addie and Eva was there and he came to save my midwife who was pretty much out of ideas.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He helped me out with the vacuum and around 11:15 Harvey Daniel was born with a huge ball on his head from being sucked out and a knot in his cord.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As he was emerging everyone was yelling "HE"S HUGE!!"  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so instead of me holding him and loving on him...I got to hold him for a second, and I wondered if he could open his eyes enough to see...he had alot of fat on his face.  Everyone swept him off to the scale to check this enormous baby's weight and he was 12 lbs 1 ounce!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I could not believe it.  OUCH.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He was the biggest baby my dr. had ever delivered.  So I (with my sore abused body) got the prize of largest baby.  And that prize is extremely sweet.   He is a mellow man...I kinda got that feeling during delivery.  He had a long pretty torturous labor and he was like perfectly stable, with no meconium, and when they pulled him out after 2 hours of pushing he didn't cry, he just grunted like he was slightly annoyed. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So here is the  little man who has stolen my heart and Danny said he's not jealous at all because he's in love too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;now just to recover from it all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv_XzieKY2k/TyIUIUbx-1I/AAAAAAAAA34/ZMu8B0yUXMA/s1600/DSC04418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv_XzieKY2k/TyIUIUbx-1I/AAAAAAAAA34/ZMu8B0yUXMA/s320/DSC04418.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I decided to add something to this a full 22 months later.&amp;nbsp; Giving birth to such a beautiful, big boy was truly one of the joys and prides of my life.&amp;nbsp; I did use hypnobirthing with Harvey and I think it was one of the reasons I was able to feel so calm and relaxed throughout labor.&amp;nbsp; Recovery was no harder with him then with the girls.&amp;nbsp; One of the cool things was how he slept.&amp;nbsp; He slept 20 out of 24 hours a day for like the first three months.&amp;nbsp; And for the four hours he was awake he was all smiles and sweetness.&amp;nbsp; He still is a relaxed, healthy, sweet almost 2 year old.&amp;nbsp; And he is still big but not enormous.&amp;nbsp; About 30 pounds.&amp;nbsp; I regretted for a while that I didn't get the totally unmedicated waterbirth I had with Eva,(she was 9 pounds) but have come to peace with it and feel the epidural was what I needed at the time to cope with the long, intense, labor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1065371631861986626?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1065371631861986626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1065371631861986626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1065371631861986626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1065371631861986626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/04/harveys-birthday.html' title='Harveys birthday'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S74yqJWgLII/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vkc8qilbTnk/s72-c/DSC00963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8684627684134929145</id><published>2010-04-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:54:20.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laaaabooor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I never wake up at night unless someone is throwing up on me or crying.  I guess it's the lot of an exhausted pregnant woman that Nothing will wake you up except tragedy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BUT I think my newest puker might be coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's almost 1 and I've had some pretty good contractions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so now I'm going through my music and gathering a book to read and writing down every important number.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;oh and don't forget makeup, hairstuff and a bra.  and something to wear home from the hospital.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think my little boy just really didn't want two extremely sad sisters on Easter since I fell asleep at like 9 and danny went to bed and neither of us remembered to help the easter bunny out.  I have to speak in code because some little eyes read my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Anyways......it's been a while since I felt a contraction so I better go back to bed.  Maybe the only reason I had them was to get my lazy bod out of bed and finish business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;come on....I want an easter baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8684627684134929145?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8684627684134929145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8684627684134929145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8684627684134929145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8684627684134929145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/04/laaaabooor.html' title='laaaabooor'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-9072471256546673728</id><published>2010-03-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:47:22.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;for my baby boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i do have some wonderful options to get the fire of birthing burning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;a) take castor oil and get diarhhea for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;b) take an herbal remedy like blue cohosh and get horrible never ending contractions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;C) attach myself to a breast pump which also sounds painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;d) pitocin  (been there done that hate it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;e) get a weird water filled catheter blowing things up down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;today I feel like I'm getting to that point where I'm desperate....I'm tired.  I'm just wanting to have this baby.  Danny says I have to get to the point of desperation where I'm up all night praying fervent never ending prayers that I will go into labor.  that's what I did with Eva.  I couldn't sleep so I just was like laying and moaning and praying.  So I guess I need to have schedule an all night prayer athon tonight and hopefully I can negotiate with God enough to let me have this baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What can I promise to do?    I will do 100 percent visiting teaching for the REST OF MY LIFE!!!   I'll read the scriptures to my kids every night before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'll  personally find homeless people and take them in.  Well maybe not.  that could be scary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;anyways......pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-9072471256546673728?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/9072471256546673728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=9072471256546673728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/9072471256546673728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/9072471256546673728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3534449676290437566</id><published>2010-03-14T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:56:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how long can you put a boy in leg warmers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S50g7wYU32I/AAAAAAAAAlU/vvPypdUNyd4/s1600-h/baby+legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S50g7wYU32I/AAAAAAAAAlU/vvPypdUNyd4/s320/baby+legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448547335159471970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;because those are just really really cute.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I just got a pair that are brown with cars on them and I stare at them with a strange passion.....I just want to see my little child in some leg warmers is that too much to ask?  But knowing me and my pregnancy longevity he will be fully one month old before he emerges into the world.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do I have to bake babies sooo long?  Yes I know my due date isn't for 2 more weeks.  And I usually go almost 2 weeks late.  So I just need to be patient and continue to be sleep deprived because of the large kid suffocating my breathing capacity for another month until I can be sleep deprived because of a nursing crying little guy for another 12 months or so.  Sleep deprivation is just part of my life now and I can't hardly remember ANYTHING.  I think it's the long term effects of lack of sleep.  I  just have no memory for names, dates, events, I can hardly remember to feed the children 3 times a day.  That's all I can do.  Anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3534449676290437566?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3534449676290437566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3534449676290437566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3534449676290437566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3534449676290437566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-long-can-you-put-boy-in-leg-warmers.html' title='how long can you put a boy in leg warmers?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S50g7wYU32I/AAAAAAAAAlU/vvPypdUNyd4/s72-c/baby+legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5333510331925369787</id><published>2010-03-01T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:37:12.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S4v4FJ_rrTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AdjchaUBGos/s1600-h/P1020502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S4v4FJ_rrTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AdjchaUBGos/s320/P1020502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443717342073433394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went to the art museum last week...the girls got themselves dressed up and we picked up Lilia and headed over.  It is slightly scary taking 2 2-3 year olds to an art museum.  We practiced at home though....I kept telling them, if you touch the art it will go " BEEEP BEEEP BEEP BEEP" so we did that about a thousand times.  Then I said a security guard would carry them out.    Over all it went really well and Lilia walked really cutely with her hands behind her back the whole time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S4v3lmqI9VI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ppUzbEy6Hc8/s1600-h/P1020516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S4v3lmqI9VI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ppUzbEy6Hc8/s320/P1020516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443716800011892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and they played in the kids area for a while.   I've been pretty tired lately and lazy.  I am not getting any huge things accomplished (except growing a baby) and keeping the two youngsters alive.  Sleep is horrible, and I keep having weird hot flashes, and this guy is  kicking, and moving and rolling around constantly.  I think he already has ADD or something.  That's really horrible to say.  Anyways, I want a maid, a chef, a nanny, and hmmm what else...someone to give me endless feet rubs.  That's all I need right now.  Danny can log about 10 minutes in the feet rubbing department but that's about where it ends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5333510331925369787?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5333510331925369787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5333510331925369787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5333510331925369787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5333510331925369787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-went-to-art-museum-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S4v4FJ_rrTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AdjchaUBGos/s72-c/P1020502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-339463916441814489</id><published>2010-02-11T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:03:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 year old party prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saturday we are celebrating Eva's 3rd birthday and the whole day is totally busy...I teach piano all morning, Addie has ballet, and then I'm helping with a primary activity with the kids at church.  At 4 about 20 family members are coming to join us in celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And Eva has laid claim on every element of this party.  In fact she has requested that she not have a party at all just a cake "ALL BY MYSELF!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so this has been our preparation day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assemble 8 treat bags for the kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;result:  find Eva clearing out the treat bags about 2 hours later eating all the chocolate out of them, surrounded by trash and wrappers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bake a birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;found her and her cousin Lilia had dug out large chunks of the cake.  I wondered why they were so quiet..ACK!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;blow up balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;she sat and popped balloons until I had to hang them really high from the ceiling and got into a screaming fight with Lilia because they both wanted the pink balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;found the birthday candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;she ate two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SO in an effort to just end the day right we went outside to build a snowman.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this snow is not snowman snow!  it's way too fluffy and deep.  So instead we watched the stars come out and swung in the dark on the swings in snow suits.  I kept warning them if I fell down in the snow I probably would never ever get up again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I told mom I'll probably need another cake mix tomorrow........if she feels so inclined to deliver one to me...THANKYOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-339463916441814489?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/339463916441814489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=339463916441814489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/339463916441814489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/339463916441814489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-year-old-party-prep.html' title='3 year old party prep'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5838967440765304592</id><published>2010-02-08T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:12:30.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my new nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1mmuUdVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_9_axCBJ-Ys/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1mmuUdVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_9_axCBJ-Ys/s320/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435903687582315858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Malachi Mark .........his birth was one that won't be quickly forgotten.  Katrina  had a long labor and was truly amazing.  She had him "epidural free" and it was something that a pregnant about to give birth woman should think twice about attending.  The girls were there with me, and mom, and Nathan's parents and we all ate junk food in the living room area and waited, and waited, and waited for the little guy to make his appearance.  But he was taking his time and in a strange position.  Katrina was really super woman!  Every person who gives birth does it in their own way, and has their own ways of coping and being.   She did it her own way and she was a tough cookie.   I'm so proud of you Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1mB0OGCI/AAAAAAAAAks/PrGA3NtvvR8/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1mB0OGCI/AAAAAAAAAks/PrGA3NtvvR8/s320/DSC00694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435903677674952738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Addie and Eva were in love with him and talked about him all night and the whole next day.  They are currently begging to go see them today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1lhcWyQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d5zhnUGJIwg/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1lhcWyQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/d5zhnUGJIwg/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435903668984924418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and he was born in a blizzard.  The trees are all snow covered and it has made the whole world look crystalized.  It's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5838967440765304592?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5838967440765304592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5838967440765304592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5838967440765304592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5838967440765304592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-my-new-nephew.html' title='Meet my new nephew'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S3A1mmuUdVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_9_axCBJ-Ys/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8462116719739215332</id><published>2010-01-27T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:34:20.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm feeling better...besides the fact that Eva decided sleep is for the birds...she wakes up every morning (if you can call it morning) at 3-4 a.m. and is pretty much up for the day.  Requesting food and drink, and running the halls, with chilly behind her.  And Chilly's nails are so long they sound like someone typing on the wood floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I hate trimming dog nails!  They are so thick and creepy....I don't think we've cut her nails in like a year.  But they look okay.  I think she bites them or something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have babies SO on the brain!  I'm so excited for Katrina to have her baby boy...because I feel like it's a precursor to my baby being born.  I'm just  baby crazed right now.  I've knit him 3 hats, I want to make him some swaddling blankies, and I got an itch make these cute onesies that have a piece of material cut into a tie that you sew on.  I saw them on etsy and I was so there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've read 2 of my natural childbirth books...and I'm just EXCITED!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now I just need someone to sew my car seat a new cover (RACHEL!!!!)  and we are ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just have like 2 months left....I'm all signed up to go to the natural birthing center of our hospital.  It's pretty cool...it's like the only one like it in the whole state.  No I.V.'s or monitoring....or drugs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's where Eva was born and  all those  memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8462116719739215332?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8462116719739215332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8462116719739215332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8462116719739215332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8462116719739215332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-feeling-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3356274973589446414</id><published>2010-01-23T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:21:25.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've had to be humbled because I've become  vitamin crazed person lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I totally thought I had sickness beat.  I read some alternative health books, and listen to the health guru  (who tried to rip off my sister but I digress) and I've been healthy (well besides pregnancy induced nauseau) for many a month now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I take about 3-4 grams of Vit C. every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;about 4000 iu of Vitamin D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been taking echinecea and also my prenatal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But still with all my healthy pill popping  the dark cloud of winter sinuses has descended on me.  And I feel very LOUSY today and have all week.  Oh and not to mention I even poured hydrogen peroxide in my ears because it's supposed to kill viruses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It feels weird but it actually is kind of addictive in a way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So now I'm going to try Katrina's magical sinus rinse and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;put hot compresses on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3356274973589446414?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3356274973589446414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3356274973589446414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3356274973589446414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3356274973589446414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-980429922948644624</id><published>2010-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:34:10.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something else strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we went to the newport aquarium with a friend and her two little boys.  It was our first time so I was glad to have someone be our driver since I wasn't sure how to get there.   It was a pretty cool place, it had ALOT of sharks, and shark rays, and you could even TOUCH the sharks which the kids loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There was even a huge scale you sat in that would tell you what kind of shark you weighed the same as.  So I sat in it...ignorant me, to see what kind of shark I weighed the same as.  Little did I know it also broadcasts your actual weight in NUMBERS above the scale on like a scoreboard thingy.  So I sat in my large ignorant bliss while people walked by soaking in my own personal weight....which by the way I won't tell to anyone....right now.  Except maybe Danny.  Because I wanted to tell him I weigh more than he does.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There are also alligators, and loads of fish...with a tunnel of fish you walk through....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;instead of taking my new camera I had the kids bring the old camera.   I told Kelly (the girl I was with) this old  camera stinks but I know if I bring my new one something will happen to it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So then, we went into the jellyfish room, which was my favorite room, and Eva took the camera to take some pictures and I turned around for a minute and she set it down on the bench she was sitting on.  I walked around for a minute and then went back to get the camera and it was totally gone.  Someone stole our old camera!  So we asked around and it was officially gone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so the old camera will have to rest in eternal peace with some lucky criminal who will be able to take cruddy 5 megapixel pictures, with a scratched up viewfinder, and a flash that is crazy bright.  ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-980429922948644624?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/980429922948644624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=980429922948644624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/980429922948644624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/980429922948644624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-else-strange.html' title='something else strange'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1042337782913799271</id><published>2010-01-14T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:39:43.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My mom and I have a mutual hobby of thrift store shopping.   We meet up, scour out all the sweet stuff, and always leave feeling satisfied with whatever loot we're carrying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the goodwill has a bad habit of overpricing stuff, so I've discovered the goodwill outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This is the thrift store for all the people who are too cheap for even the goodwill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in huge dirty bins, the smell is one that can't be replicated,(not a good thing) there are people that set up camp there all day and eyeball anyone invading their space.   The girls call it the "crazy store" because you hear glass breaking the whole time.    But we always find some treasure to take home and it's all sold by the pound so you can get stuff really really cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  Our thrift finds haven't always come to a good end...like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;At the goodwill my mom had spotted an older (not sure how old) stainless steal four slice toaster.  For 1.99! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  So it was a done deal.  I threw out my old grimy toaster we got 10 years ago and I plugged in my shiny new beauty.   Then yesterday as I was toasting the morning toast....well..I got distracted.  I started reading something, then I was watering the plants, then I was staring aimlessly out the window...when I looked around me and the whole room was filled up with smoke.  Addie and Eva came running in saying..."Something stinks!"  I started staring at the ceiling, not sure where the source of the smoke was coming from, then I ran into the laundry room thinking the furnace blew up or something, the whole house was getting smokey.  I still couldn't figure out where the smoke was coming from...so then I started staring down the garbage disposable....Makes perfect sense...the garbage disposal is on fire...in the mean time I throw all the windows open and I turn around and see the toaster ON FIRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I grab an oven mitt, and throw two flaming pieces of toast out the window into a heap of smoking snow.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But joyfully I was able to save the toaster.  I cleaned it up and it's now toasting fine again.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So all is well that ends well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1042337782913799271?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1042337782913799271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1042337782913799271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1042337782913799271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1042337782913799271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-smell-smoke.html' title='I smell smoke'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6774172674211488897</id><published>2010-01-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:20:19.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S0S1R94_YUI/AAAAAAAAAkc/txIjuYN56mg/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S0S1R94_YUI/AAAAAAAAAkc/txIjuYN56mg/s320/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423659171536920898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I haven't left the house in at least 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm hibernating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But today I will leave the house because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have overdue items at the library and I need a good book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I have to take Addie to girlscouts and its our turn for the snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;my goal: do not leave the house until February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if I must I must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;New thought:&lt;/span&gt;  I love being able to stay home with the youngsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I think back to the early days of being home when Addie was a newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The days stretched so  so so long and I never felt like I was doing anything except&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sleeping, and feeding a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I had my whole day mapped out by what horrible daytime TV show was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't know when all that changed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;But I really love it now...and can't thing of anything I'd be more happy doing in the world....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I always feel like it's a fleeting moment with them...and if I don't have it in my mind  no one will.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I truly don't know if anyone else  will remember what Eva looked like with fuzzy warble hair flying in the wind, dancing in circles to music.  Or the sound of their chirping high voices as they play pretend together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Or them crowding on my lap for me to read them a story which Addie doesn't want me to read because she already knows how to read and Eva wants to turn the pages before I'm done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It all makes me very happy and anyways....being with my girls will get me through this big, fat pregnant winter I'm sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6774172674211488897?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6774172674211488897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6774172674211488897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6774172674211488897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6774172674211488897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-and-i-havent-left-house-in-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/S0S1R94_YUI/AAAAAAAAAkc/txIjuYN56mg/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3464023089934013153</id><published>2009-12-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:52:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching old home videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzgA5yCU-nI/AAAAAAAAAkU/pnwccjqt7u0/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzgA5yCU-nI/AAAAAAAAAkU/pnwccjqt7u0/s320/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420083144224471666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I noticed we mostly take videos on birthdays and christmas.  My daddy o gave me the best Christmas gift ever!  He had taken a bunch of our old family videos and my sisters videos and all of OUR videos and put them on one external hard drive thingy.  So we have one place to save our movies and we can watch them all at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So Danny and the kids and I have been relaxing away our Sunday watching videos we took when Addie was a tiny baby.  It's amazing how seeing your child on video is so much more real than my hazy crazy memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm hoping I'm like Brother Harmon in our ward.  Danny is his home teaching companion and he is this amazing woodworker.  He has a huge shop and he has helped Danny build my christmas gift of built in bookcases by the fireplace.  He is this tiny old man and as sweet as can be.  He has absolutely no short term memory though.  But he has a very vivid long term memory.  He will tell Danny all these stories about how he met his wife and took her to disney land on their first date, and how he had a huge workshop at his old house, and how he started building things because during some war they were rationing everything.   I'm hoping as I get older the details of my life start to come back as vividly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went and visited him 2 nights before Christmas as he was watching "This Old House" and he welcomed us in and showed us all his wooden cars and trucks and birds he's built and then I played his old organ, from a book of folk American songs, that was sitting in his living room which he says he plays just for himself.  He had a huge grandfather clock sitting behind him.  On his fireplace mantel was a picture of him and his wife, and his son, who was his wife's son that he raised as his only child.  As we talked he told us the story of when his wife died.  And he cried....and we sat with him.  The girls wiggled and marveled at the carved blue jays and cardinals.  Then we had to go, and said goodbye, and he walked us out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today at church as Eva sat on my lap and squirmed and chatted, she stood up on my lap and looked to the very back of the church and said really loud...."HI BROTHER HARMON!" and waved.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I didn't have a camera but I hope I always remember that little moment in his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3464023089934013153?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3464023089934013153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3464023089934013153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3464023089934013153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3464023089934013153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-old-home-videos.html' title='watching old home videos'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzgA5yCU-nI/AAAAAAAAAkU/pnwccjqt7u0/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-4505452854979982779</id><published>2009-12-22T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:50:41.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home baked christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEq5pPaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TEuff0vjjyE/s1600-h/DSC00219%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEq5pPaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TEuff0vjjyE/s320/DSC00219%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418087717683150242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEdHO5pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/goITTeiTNx0/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEdHO5pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/goITTeiTNx0/s320/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418087713982047890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEPG0CEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/x9So940v948/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEPG0CEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/x9So940v948/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418087710222190658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week has been relaxed with no school and lots of family time.   I'm looking forward to all the Christmas events coming and want to wish all my sweet sweet loves the bestest, merriest happiest, loveliest christmas EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-4505452854979982779?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/4505452854979982779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=4505452854979982779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4505452854979982779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/4505452854979982779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-baked-christmas-pics.html' title='home baked christmas pics'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SzDqEq5pPaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TEuff0vjjyE/s72-c/DSC00219%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1906773806838679393</id><published>2009-12-17T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:43:43.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats goin down at da dotsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369516603908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPXnc7NNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jgt08866esM/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPXnc7NNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jgt08866esM/s320/DSC00380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369506500687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gum drop garland of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO8QzWTJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-IhCYyyzu_o/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO8QzWTJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-IhCYyyzu_o/s320/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369036564253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO78cMFKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SSLlq9j8uxY/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO78cMFKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SSLlq9j8uxY/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369031098406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy taking eva out for the evening and she felt very very special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7k2Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lmIhGuj7-Po/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7k2Bi2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lmIhGuj7-Po/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369024764316514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bread and cookie baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7Fos_SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueEeTRzz_Oo/s1600-h/DSC00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO7Fos_SI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ueEeTRzz_Oo/s320/DSC00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369016386944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tree trimmed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO6yxeapI/AAAAAAAAAis/UKrgmHMwC_0/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrO6yxeapI/AAAAAAAAAis/UKrgmHMwC_0/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416369011323464338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire crackling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1906773806838679393?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1906773806838679393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1906773806838679393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1906773806838679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1906773806838679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-goin-down-at-da-dotsons.html' title='whats goin down at da dotsons'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SyrPYNFuH-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/nPRkD04S0hA/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3990807781584824814</id><published>2009-12-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:37:28.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta new camera but I don't got pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sixteen miles on the erie canal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a horrible elementary school song stuck in my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been feeling better.  A couple of weeks ago pregnancy hormones were waging WAR on my body and I was crying like almost everyday.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got through that.   Now I'm just a little sappy and emotional but I do have things I really want to complain about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;technology:  Why do we use a virtual homeschool when I seriously have a hatred of technology.  Addie keeps wanting to get on these little class sessions with other kids and every time I go to do it I have some huge technical difficulty.  She always has the saddest look on her face while I grumble and mess with the microphone and break into a sweat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Also my cell phone which was a FREE phone handed down from Steph started leaking battery acid everywhere and our cordless phone needs a new battery too.   So I've been disconnected from telephones for like 4 days.  People are always saying  "I CAN NEVER GET A HOLD OF YOU!"  I tell them to just come over and knock on my door because there is probably some reason I'm not answering my phone.......like I'm trapped with children crawling  all over me, or I'm not home, or my phones are all exploding with toxic gas.  There is a really good reason I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Besides my technology complaints here is some more things I'd like to do away with.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.  Twilight(yes I'm a hater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2.  the christmas shoes song  (it's just wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.   the christmas song about some guy running into his high school girlfriend in the grocery store  (it has nothing to do with christmas except for the very end when they play like aud lang syne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4.  inflatable christmas decor  (my children LOVE those with a passion and every time we see one ask why we can't get some in our yard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;things I need more of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1.  gum drop garland that is pre strung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2.  snuggling and reading stories by our christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.  someone to do all the rest of the shopping and wrapping for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;( I am officially the worst present wrapper in the world! oh wait...danny is worst I'm second worst)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3990807781584824814?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3990807781584824814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3990807781584824814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3990807781584824814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3990807781584824814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gotta-new-camera-but-i-dont-got.html' title='i gotta new camera but I don&apos;t got pictures'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-107902107986952552</id><published>2009-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:23:32.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409946282318746482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;here is the entire Larson Family, thanksgiving was delayed because of plagues of pink eye, strep throat, swine flu and who knows what else.     We still managed to get together and celebrate a couple of days late.  hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9en43M6I/AAAAAAAAAic/3JELHpFerVQ/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9en43M6I/AAAAAAAAAic/3JELHpFerVQ/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409946279947482018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;decorating our christmas tree...and here is the best news...I got to retire my kodak easyshare and let it rest in peace as the designated kids camera and we got a new Sony I dunno what's it called...but it's a huge improvent.  My christmas is now complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8A150YsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wmSmv-uRAZM/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8A150YsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wmSmv-uRAZM/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944668801884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just liked the raspberries on this yummy concoction Rachel made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8ARhpm9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/CN6cZs-9wXs/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8ARhpm9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/CN6cZs-9wXs/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944659036838866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Here are the two cutest nephews in the world!  Except for Dane of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8AHQOQDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rcxs4AoB3Rw/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP8AHQOQDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/rcxs4AoB3Rw/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944656279388210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;our humongously long thanksgiving table!  I'm so glad Rachel has a huge house to have family get togethers in.....we usually host a family event about 2 times a year and we all are eating on folding chairs and the floor!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_qdaQZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vnQP5fCIew/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_qdaQZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vnQP5fCIew/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944648550072722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva's brown eyes are chocolicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_chcrcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JFtLqXQN47k/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP7_chcrcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JFtLqXQN47k/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944644808912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oliver again!  I need to put some pics of the rest of my neices and nephews on here.  We had a good time but it flew by, we celebrated two birthdays, watched Nathan Terry prance around in glow in the dark footy jammies, and ate ate ate until we could eat no more.  I'm on the celery, fat free ranch, and lettuce diet until I have this baby!  I swear I'm going to break 200 this time.  ACCCCCCKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-107902107986952552?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/107902107986952552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=107902107986952552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/107902107986952552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/107902107986952552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SxP9ewuN03I/AAAAAAAAAik/gz0ZCaat3zA/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5237124028091814787</id><published>2009-11-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:47:47.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some recentish pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083036062532130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the day we found out we were having a male child.....I ate the meatiest breakfast EVER and eva colored her nose red for the celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3YMTqMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pXHB-lvkmc/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3YMTqMI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pXHB-lvkmc/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083033021720770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stephanie and Everett...sorry for my strange flash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e2_iodMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8MAycQDJWjA/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e2_iodMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8MAycQDJWjA/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083026404472002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Child Labor numero 1:   Addie frantically sewing on her sewing machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dDOBa5gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4pB9fnHgPHs/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dDOBa5gI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4pB9fnHgPHs/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081037426877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nathan's lookin' FIIIIIINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCYX4WwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/L1jisBDE8uk/s1600/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCYX4WwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/L1jisBDE8uk/s320/132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081023025568514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCM7KT4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nVCj7JqkgEU/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dCM7KT4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/nVCj7JqkgEU/s320/116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081019952320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the last of the fall flowers..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dBrNmw8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hrAQpRQGuvY/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1dBrNmw8I/AAAAAAAAAg0/hrAQpRQGuvY/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408081010902877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                                          Child labor 2: Our pizza parlor...if you order a pizza from us you will get child labor but they are mastering the art of crust making.  the secret ingredient is Eva's flyaway hairs..yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5237124028091814787?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5237124028091814787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5237124028091814787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5237124028091814787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5237124028091814787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-recentish-pictures.html' title='some recentish pictures'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sw1e3jhSwiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FsoOF_KXGhs/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5474837762488356835</id><published>2009-11-16T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:11:42.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hey family peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm really very hungry for the biggest thanksgiving feast ever.  So I'm gearing up for some seriously intense thanksgiving delights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; MOM:  I want your rolls like right now.  And I want mashed potatoes and stuffing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;RACHEL:  I want your jello with raspberries and blueberries in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Stephanie:  I want some huge crazy pumpkin pie dessert thingy with crunchy stuff on top or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ME:  I want my broccoli salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;KATRINA:  I know you can't bring a single thing because you are working that night...I just want your cute little pregnant bod there so I can look even HUGER and FATTER as I wolf down mounds of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Every one else is pretty much off the hook.  I know Mark will whip up some special "man food" probably and who knows what Dad will sneak in his pockets for all the kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I just want you all to know to please me you have to do your part.  And I know you will do your part because you DO NOT want to see my wrath.  GOt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5474837762488356835?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5474837762488356835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5474837762488356835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5474837762488356835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5474837762488356835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-again.html' title='thanksgiving again'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7174185539138778936</id><published>2009-11-06T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:19:26.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Let me get one thing clear...and open to the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My children nurse way past what most normal children do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I didn't set out to be a boob nazi or a la leche leaguer or any kind of activist.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Actually I thought in my brain when I had Addie....I bet when they start to get teeth they don't need to nurse.  Teeth=chewing food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;right?  right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;wrong!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  I didn't set out to sleep with my kids.....I had a little crib set up, with handmade bedding.....and I never once used it.  Never once!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I feel like a freak of nature a bit.  All these little babes in the world soundly sleeping in cribs and I have mine nursing practically allnight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I'm not bothered by that.   I think it's the lazy person in me.  I avoid conflict, and once Addie and Eva were born I realized they would scream bloody murder every time I tried to make them sleep alone or limit the nursing thing.  So I became a peacemaker and said..."What the heck...it's alot easier just to let  her act like an ape ..she's happy, I'm happy...peace!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so Addie nursed a LOOOOOOOONG time.  Long enough to have a  negotion for the whole process to be resolved peacefully.  I'll leave that at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Eva is still nursing.    And I'm not really bothered.  Pregnancy does chemically change things a bit but overall I'm okay.  she just does it occassionally.  Until lately...until the past couple nights.  When she feels desperately hungry at the wee hours of the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lately, she wakes up at 3 a.m.  wants to nurse, until I ask her if she's hungry, then she nods her head.  And she says...."I WANT CEREAL AND MILK!"  So I go get the girl food.  Then she feels perky and wants to read stories, and I say  "No no no I'm really tired."  Then she wants to turn on the lights.  Then she starts talking alot how she wants me to do "cacka" which is some german thing my grandparents and parents did to our hands...like a little game.    Then she wants me to do "This little piggy" on all 20 of her toes and fingers.   Then she wants me to walk my fingers up her back and act like my fingers are little people walking to the pet store to buy a puppy.  This was a game I invented once when I really really wanted her to lay down and relax.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So, me, pregnant and all, am very relieved when after this whole charade, she rolls over, and falls asleep.  And if she nurses a little bit at that point...I don't even care.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And this all should end very soon...especially at night...because in April we will be having a baby boy!  I can't have 2 of them at me at night that's for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7174185539138778936?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7174185539138778936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7174185539138778936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7174185539138778936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7174185539138778936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-night.html' title='our night'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7802746305982567365</id><published>2009-10-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:36:50.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmail pictures posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075370774007202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           OF course I'd post a non scary picture of MUA what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odpNJEnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ldgSb7axcqI/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odpNJEnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ldgSb7axcqI/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075368355435122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              BUILD A BEAR ....the joyous place  where you can buy your teddy bear clothes that cost more than what you pay for  actual human clothes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black mail picture # 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odW_KYiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-KNv5ChRbaY/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odW_KYiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/-KNv5ChRbaY/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395075363464962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, you kinda look like you're casting a spell on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnmVXZVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c3s2h5DEp_M/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnmVXZVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/c3s2h5DEp_M/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074439871685970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnBOoBcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NseYD_lWCTM/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nnBOoBcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NseYD_lWCTM/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074429911303618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute eva picture break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackmail picture # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nm1c_LpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BrQUOuExXFY/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nm1c_LpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BrQUOuExXFY/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074426750316178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was part of our joint October birthday celebration...my camera stinks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last but not least blackmail picture # 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmgUw21I/AAAAAAAAAfc/m06jbgWUQqY/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmgUw21I/AAAAAAAAAfc/m06jbgWUQqY/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074421078678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally a neutral non offensive picture of Eva's baby maple tree...it lost its red leaves and looks a little puny but I have to include a fall esque picture right?  right?  there ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmaUZoII/AAAAAAAAAfU/PoBPYZqqIII/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8nmaUZoII/AAAAAAAAAfU/PoBPYZqqIII/s320/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395074419466543234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7802746305982567365?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7802746305982567365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7802746305982567365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7802746305982567365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7802746305982567365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackmail-pictures-posted.html' title='blackmail pictures posted'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/St8odyNxjaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rfJtObciNKo/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8362381410215468548</id><published>2009-10-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:32:04.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;things on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;1.  holiday guilt: What would really happen to my family if I refused to take them to an autumn pumpkin patch this year and blog about it.....would I get struck by lightning?  would the children have to go to therapy?  would the grim wreeper with a  jackolantern on his head come a knockin' and do us all in?  just curious about that one.    What If I became morally opposed to pumpkins?  They're of the devil!!!! I'll just scream that and run every time I see one.  Or I'm tired of inflicting pain on poor defenseless pumpkins.  I'll tie myself to a large prickly gourd plant and cry hysterically any time someone comes to pick one...."DONT YOU SEE THEY ARE HURTING!!!!  JUST STOP ALREADY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;2. Our version of homeschooling is kind of light on the schooling part lately.  You mix pregnancy hormones with the urgency of accomplishing anything productive and bad things happen.  Yesterday I ended up sitting on the floor of our designated school room in tears while I colored an elaborate scene in the book Addie was supposed to be working in.   I just was tired of everyone yelling at eachother.  So I colored and cried.  And Eva kept bringing me loads of toilet paper wadded up tissues and Addie colored me a rainbow with a flower and wrote a heartfelt note about how it was my birthday Saturday and she was so sorry she made me cry but she just really needed Eva to give her the paper.    Then we all hugged and we were all okay.  Happy joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;3.  My life seems mysteriously simple but also incredibly exhausting right now.    I can't really line the two up...should be very simple....but it's making me so tired.  I also love wallowing in my sorrows if you can't tell.  I'm not the type to hold it all in.  I have to vent.  So there I did it and I feel oh so better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;4.    I love Danny.  He is awesome.  Danny deals with 50 kids every day so he totally has his bad days too so when he comes home he is ready to play with and love just being around 2 sweet little girls.  I never knew the way our children would make our love grow but I can't imagine not having his energy and excitement for our own little world we live in.    He's so excited about our 3rd he tells EVERYONE!   Sometimes we watch Addie and Eva as they are asleep and we just like stare at them and giggle and smile like we won the lottery and have the secret to the universe.  the secret is our family is the greatest joy in the world and no one can take it from us.....it's ALLLL ours!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so anyways I better head to the bed....  I love you all my family and friends. see don't I cheer up once I vent?  That's just how I work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8362381410215468548?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8362381410215468548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8362381410215468548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8362381410215468548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8362381410215468548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-on-my-mind-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5361754173130525747</id><published>2009-10-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:07:22.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387661210194515042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;these girls don't get enough high fructose corn syrup in their diet..........these are way too delightful to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I remember loving capri suns so much I would down a whole box of them in one day.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I remember loving every disgusting thing that my mom would never buy......pop tarts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;any little debbie product, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;chips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; frozen dinners, pizza rolls, hot pockets. ( I can't get that comedien guy saying "hot pocket" out of my head whenever I see those)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and airheads, laffy taffy, any kind of gummy, all forms of chocolate, funyons   (that is a hilarious name for a food product)  and pretzel sticks at the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It seems like my blogs have been about food alot lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So basically....the past month the only foods I could stomach were these disgusting childhood favorites.  I didn't want juice...I wanted capri suns.  I didn't want homemade pizza I wanted a disgusting frozen pizza roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;BUT the clouds have parted and angels descended and I have emerged from the first trimester and I truly, really do feel much much better.  And my cravings for spaghettios have left me and I am so so so happy about that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5361754173130525747?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5361754173130525747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5361754173130525747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5361754173130525747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5361754173130525747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-girls-dont-get-enough-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SsTRU1vLlGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zLlOlwlFfSA/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6523431831408011372</id><published>2009-09-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:24:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicatory Addie Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s1600-h/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s320/IMG_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385189527070114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;                                   Addie turned six today and I look back at my one year old blue eyed baby.  Addie didn't walk until 18 months this was one of the first times she really stood up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwI-tYTc8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EHoiuYbP9L4/s1600-h/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwI-tYTc8I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EHoiuYbP9L4/s320/IMG_0001_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385189127854715842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strange outfits I put on her lasted until she wisened up at about two and started dressing herself......(i like dannys expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we are today on the day of her birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIwdTf80I/AAAAAAAAAes/xrbPsNigOWk/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIwdTf80I/AAAAAAAAAes/xrbPsNigOWk/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188883021427522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized that my childrens' birthdays would be more important than many days....but they are.  I think about that September sunny day Addie was born  (really exhausting and difficult) and the moments we had when she was first born....she was really alert and I remember exclaiming about how beautiful she was and how I loved her so much as she stared at me with furrowed eyebrows.  Addie's always been my serious girl, taking in the world before jumping in, watching and waiting but always happily so.  She's never been  moody and she is my  sweet, pure love.  Physically,she's tiny but she has a wise, big, spirit in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIv2dOsWI/AAAAAAAAAek/X8tKb54XhCA/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIv2dOsWI/AAAAAAAAAek/X8tKb54XhCA/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188872593256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIvRZcFoI/AAAAAAAAAec/OHKkz0Z3uJQ/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwIvRZcFoI/AAAAAAAAAec/OHKkz0Z3uJQ/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385188862645245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell phone talking...a newfound hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;She's become a reader, and a writer, and is all business everyday as she files her papers, and writes every color she can think of, and spells out long journal entries and makes her business calls to her cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6523431831408011372?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6523431831408011372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6523431831408011372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6523431831408011372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6523431831408011372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedicatory-addie-birthday-post.html' title='Dedicatory Addie Birthday Post'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SrwJV8krAUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/amVekClpF4Y/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7177533855931151113</id><published>2009-09-09T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:46:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new camera!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That sweet, fine and lovely camera I got for cheap at Sam's club six years ago...well it just ain't what it used to be.  The screen is foggy...there  are flecks everytime I take a picture and it looks like snow is in people's hair.  I know this is an affect the professionals strive for......but.....I need one of those awesome new digital cameras with like 30 megapixels  that makes EVERYONE look like a professional photographer just by tilting it a funny angle and zooming in.   I also want it to take video too....soooo I guess I need to start hunting on the net.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So until then expect some crappy pictures!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;This month has been difficult...if you haven't been able to tell that from my posts.    I just am so sick of feeling like I am dying of cancer.  I'm very, truly, extremely happy we are going to have a new baby shortly but this is the hard part for me.  I would seriously rather be huge with back aches, and hemmrhoids,(how on earth do you spell that) and unable to go from a sitting to standing position than this early pregnancy junk.    So I called my Doctor and said...."I feel so sick can you please help me!!" and they said...."Eat protein and a carb every two hours!"  And then I said...."I'm throwing up my proteins and carbs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and then they told me to drink milk!  That is like asking a vampire to eat garlic or something.  BAAAAAAAAD!  Milk, water and juice are really hard for me to drink.  So I am basically always dehydrated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So the nurse said..."Well we can call you in a special medicine that might help."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I was very relieved....but the paranoid side of my brain was like.....OH NO this is going to make my baby have some bad deformity!  So I asked her if it would make my baby deformed  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and she was like  "NO! We wouldn't tell you to take something that would do that."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I was like...."Right of course."  But inside I'm a little suspicious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So I took it last night....I didn't think it helped for a while...but I got through the evening without throwing up...I even ate some bread and sat at the table while everyone ate dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; So I guess it works a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7177533855931151113?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7177533855931151113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7177533855931151113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7177533855931151113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7177533855931151113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-new-camera.html' title='I need a new camera!!!'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-2626338091418729862</id><published>2009-09-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:08:43.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's coming up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;That sounds disgusting I know....I blessed this pregnancy with my first episode of puking tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I feel horrible, I look horrible, I pretty much feel like this baby is the boy in the bubble and I'm the bubble and I don't do much but protect it from all harm for a while before letting it out of the bubble.  But this bubble isn't a happy bubble.  anyways bad analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today while I was having school with Addie I heard a message on my answering machine.  It was from the Drs. office I go to saying that I should call them back because they have my test results.  I had NO idea what test results they were talking about.  I've been to this dr. when I had the  girls and they never call about test results.....as long as they're normal.  Then I remembered they took like 3 containers of blood from me.  And I started to panic....The baby has trisomy 18 and its not going to live past birth!  What am I going to do? How can I bury my own child the second it's born?  What kind of casket should I pick out?   Or it could have down syndrome..or it could have spina bifida or something.....  I  started crying and ran down the stairs to get the phone and call them immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; As I was on the phone the nurse paused for a really long time and she was like...."You have a UTI so I'm calling in a prescription for you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"I do???"  I was almost ecstatic....."But I don't even feel like...any weird feelings....like I don't feel like I have a UTI....are you sure?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Yes"  she said.  "We're sure.  Now where do you want your prescription sent to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My mind is a fragile and troubling thing right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I need that sign....Stay calm and carry on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-2626338091418729862?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/2626338091418729862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=2626338091418729862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2626338091418729862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/2626338091418729862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-coming-up.html' title='what&apos;s coming up'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5325359087863747363</id><published>2009-08-26T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:48:32.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things that make me sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  tomatoes  (WHY??? I love tomatoes...it's tomato season.....yet I can't even handle making eye contact with one of those guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2.  bananas  (strange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  anything fried  (for the best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.  cheese   (BAAAAAAAAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5.  milk    (even on cereal....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6.  lettuce  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7.  cereal   except fruit loops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8.  noodles   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;9.  sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10.  butter or bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11.  cucumbers  (I had a grand idea to make cold cucumber soup a couple of weeks ago.....unfortunately it all got poured down the garbage disposal....just the thought now doesn't make me feel calm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;12.  onions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13.  salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;14.  dog food (the smell...although when I was pregnant with addie I was falling asleep while the t.v. was on and I saw a commercial for what looked like some very gravyful beef and I said..."Danny that looks so good!"  it was a dog food commercial!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;15.  juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;16.  chocolate (how could my body go this wrong???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17.  ramen noodles  (for the best right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;18.  anything with meat   (excluding chicken pot pie...I ate that last night and for some reason wasn't bothered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;19.  peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20.  any food that emits any kind of odor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so for the list of foods that don't currently make me sick..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  chicken pot pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5325359087863747363?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5325359087863747363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5325359087863747363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5325359087863747363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5325359087863747363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-things-that-make-me-sick.html' title='20 things that make me sick'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5527029016149081937</id><published>2009-08-20T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:51:55.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i must reveal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072463329364818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Addie started our second year of homeschooling........................as Addie and Eva and I spend the day driving eachother a little nutty i wonder what possesses me...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vMYKRA0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-DdIq6oFnkk/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vMYKRA0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/-DdIq6oFnkk/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072188957492034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went to wegerzyn gardens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vL3q59aI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DpsLU3gQo8Y/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vL3q59aI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DpsLU3gQo8Y/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072180236023202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; My Eva isn't going to be my baby forever........a new one will join us in about 7 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(decided to let it all out because I need sympathy. I feel really horribly sick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5527029016149081937?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5527029016149081937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5527029016149081937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5527029016149081937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5527029016149081937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-reveal.html' title='i must reveal....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/So1vcWRni1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZqeLoaDdevI/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-261434228361472408</id><published>2009-08-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:23:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's journal</title><content type='html'>Addie started writing in a journal and she will sit in the corner of the couch penning her thoughts and eyeballing me over the top of her journal.   I of course was curious what was in the journal.....&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm publishing it for all to see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am 5 mi name is Addie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lake mashrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Eva and i love mommy and i love daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dogs and cats are my fafrit animols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my vacashin was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we whent to the stor and I got new shos and eva got sadals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wont to go to the dentist.  I'm going to the detist this munth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; eva is my sister we play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and lena play we have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;at chrismas i want a camra and i want a fone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-261434228361472408?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/261434228361472408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=261434228361472408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/261434228361472408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/261434228361472408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/addies-journal.html' title='Addie&apos;s journal'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3627980787644677828</id><published>2009-08-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:01:39.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the crazy mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yesterday Rach and Steph and Katrina and all 8 kids came over to play.  We went to wegerzyn gardens....it has a pretty cool childrens garden with a waterfall, and a stream, and a sandbox and lots of amazing plants.   I ran into some other mom's I knew when Addie was a baby, and I ran into our old story time lady who was at the dayton library when we lived in Dayton.  There were only about 3 kids who went to storytime and we were religious about it so we got to know her really well before she left and started driving the book mobile.  Anyways that was a tangent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's great getting all the cousins together because they have  a ball.  They were running wild all evening outside.  I'm glad they will have all these memories together.  So anyways, about once a year I have Lena and Dane have an unaccompanied overnighter at my house.  They are all still kinda young and they all want to sleep in the same bed.  So I put them to bed but Dane was bouncing like mad and I kept having to fix his bed so he didn't fall down the crack by the wall.  After they settled down, they all 3 wanted me to rub their feet, then their backs, then they wanted me to tell them stories.    I was getting a tad on the tired side......I was like...Okay.  Once thei r were three princesses, Brenda, Carla and Anastasia.  (the 2 first ones kinda sound like factory workers).  They lived in a huge castle that was made of glass.  And there were no doors and no windows.   They couldn't bounce a ball in their castle because it would shatter.  Everyone in the whole village would watch them while they ate dinner, played, and took baths.  They got sick of it and they decided they were going to smash their castle down and so they did.  THE END.    the story of a tired mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They finally fell asleep around 12:00 and I went to bed and read for a little bit.  At 3 o clock I heard some voices.   Nooooo!!!  Then the voices kept getting louder and louder until they were shrieking and bouncing.  I remember being at slumber parties as a child and at some point in the night a very angry parent would come storming in and start yelling threats that if we didn't stop we were all going home.    I would always think in my mind "wow what's wrong with them??"  So I became the crazy mom and I stormed in there and I caught Dane in the midst of a huge pillow fight.  And I said  "YOU GUYS ITS 3 in the morning you are going to wake up Eva if you don't sleep you all are going to be too tired to play in the morning and I'm going to have to take you home!!!!"  then I stormed out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I felt like the mean mom but that was the last sound I heard until 7 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3627980787644677828?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3627980787644677828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3627980787644677828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3627980787644677828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3627980787644677828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-crazy-mom.html' title='i&apos;m the crazy mom'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5697753810820363116</id><published>2009-08-04T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:06:22.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123278946239746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMr95YMoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/I4b9dq08e_w/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMr95YMoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/I4b9dq08e_w/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123274245255810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrpiB4uI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RcDfu-Srz-4/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrpiB4uI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RcDfu-Srz-4/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123268778615522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrX49GRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ligNUWkU3aY/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMrX49GRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ligNUWkU3aY/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123264042932498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMqw4zMBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5wc4ZOGqMLg/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMqw4zMBI/AAAAAAAAAdM/5wc4ZOGqMLg/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123253573300242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;we escaped life for about 4 days and spent some time together  in a little cabin on Lake Huron.  It was pristine and much needed  escape from everything.  It was just the perfect little small town, with a park with crazy plaster animals, little shops and restaurants and just a quiet spot to relax.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We went up to my grandparents on Hubbard Lake and I didn't even take any pictures.  It was good to see my grandma and grandpa and breathe in the pine tree air.  We went to a great aunt's 50th wedding anniversary and the kids danced in their dresses to the live folk band and we stayed at the illustrious alpena holidome and swam in the pool to our hearts content.  So now back to real life......danny's slaying 5th grade dragons and I'm watching  lilia and the girls as they turn the house into a scary doll paradise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5697753810820363116?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5697753810820363116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5697753810820363116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5697753810820363116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5697753810820363116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-getaway.html' title='our getaway'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SnhMsPaLhQI/AAAAAAAAAds/HpoOXcrLFys/s72-c/093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-7937491687774246433</id><published>2009-07-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:17:58.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we  had danny's dad's viewing and funeral yesterday and today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was kinda hard and we are happy that part is over with.    danny gave a talk at the funeral and he did a really great job.  I don't think I could've done that myself but he pulled it off.  I played the piano for it and it went fine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alot of people came to the viewing to support Danny and he was surprised and really happy they came.   Friends from school and old friends from the Dayton Branch and new friends from the ward...... Thank you to everyone who has helped him and all of us during this time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The kids do not seem to get it really and I guess that's just how kids are.  they are too little still, I think.  Eva did say  "Bye papa Jack" as we were walking out so maybe she gets it in her own way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The things I've thought during this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you never know when or how someone's life might end and the worst feeling in the world is to put things off until it's too late.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there are always going to be good things and bad things about anyone and it's probably always better to think of the good things, especially with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;how good it's made us feel that so many people have called us, and made us food, and just been there for Danny.......I don't think we ever really knew what people need when someone dies and now I think we have a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one little thing I wanted to get up and say at his funeral but I didn't do it........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jack was this tall kinda scary guy........people would say he was a "man's man" but his appearance was a bit of a facade because he was really a gentle guy.  He had crazy farm cats that would come around his house and he would always act really annoyed with them and kind of yell at them...but then around the front of the house he would always put a plate of cat food with a stone in it so it wouldn't blow away in the wind.  Then inevitabely the cats would have kittens...which would really seem to irritate him.  But he would prepare a whole little box for them...then if the cats were bad moms he would keep carrying them over to wherever the mom was.  I remember he made a whole house for the cats with a carpet in it around the back of his house so she had somewhere to put her kittens.  But the whole time he'd be grumbling and complaining about it a bit and telling them what to do...."Look at that mess you've got yourself into!!  You need to take care of your kittens!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;they live in the country so they have mice and cats......one christmas eve we were over helping them decorate their christmas tree and having a nice little time when Jack saw a mouse running through the living room.  It got cornered against the wall and instead of him killing it he made Danny hold up this huge long rug so they could guide it out the front door and try to scoot it out.  This took like 5 crazy minutes and then danny was the weak link and he raised the rug up too high and the mouse ran under and slid under the bedroom door.    His dad was like..."Danny!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;anyways just a story I had thought of&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-7937491687774246433?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/7937491687774246433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=7937491687774246433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7937491687774246433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/7937491687774246433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-had-dannys-dads-viewing-and-funeral.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3203335488302337724</id><published>2009-07-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:49:31.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dannys dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s1600-h/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s320/IMG_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361734707066473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;died in a car accident last night. He was known to our kids as Grandpa Jack.  Today Danny is going to try help make all the arrangements with his brother and his dad's wife, Vicki.  We'll miss him alot.  He was a farmer and a retired factory worker.   He ran out mega-dairies, helped his neighbors, cleaned the local church,  mowed a bunch of peoples yards, attended a one room school house in darke county as a child, and lived on the same property he was born on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On fathers day he proudly showed us his new flat screen T.V. and he just bought himself a brand new car.He was the kind of person that never sits down.  He always had chores going on and he came from the mindset of use everything until it literally falls apart, and then just duct tape it back together.  On fathers day he was out in his straw hat that was duct taped on the top...and I said..."Danny get your dad a new hat PLEASE!!!"  But he loved that hat and I think he probably had a bunch of new ones hidden away somewhere but the duct taped one felt the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is doing okay...it's weird having someone close to us die suddenly.  I've never really experienced it before.  We do have confidence that his spirit is eternal, that he is in a different place and that it is part of our eternal plan to take this step.  It has brought Danny alot of peace and comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3203335488302337724?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3203335488302337724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3203335488302337724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3203335488302337724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3203335488302337724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/dannys-dad.html' title='dannys dad'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Smi1TvKUjAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/21NAaT852WQ/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-5176650965439561768</id><published>2009-07-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:32:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year old examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s320/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074861139134146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a sparkler examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLHeCXAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zv79YP0Qu1U/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLHeCXAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/zv79YP0Qu1U/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074851996130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a baby cousin examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdK1G91WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yp1jFxjB6Os/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdK1G91WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yp1jFxjB6Os/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074847067526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;car sleeping examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKql1JUI/AAAAAAAAAck/50EmU5RLXRI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKql1JUI/AAAAAAAAAck/50EmU5RLXRI/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074844244190530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cousin examination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKC-QzBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/leI9mAkQpTg/s1600-h/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdKC-QzBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/leI9mAkQpTg/s320/148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074833609247762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whiplash examination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-5176650965439561768?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/5176650965439561768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=5176650965439561768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5176650965439561768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/5176650965439561768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-year-old-examination.html' title='2 year old examination'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SmZdLph5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WGhVqJQ_9SI/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-274652974496554071</id><published>2009-07-10T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:23:21.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the foolish man built his house upon the sand.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;This months been a woozy doozy!  I've been flat drunk for weeks......on summer loooooove baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do refeerences to alcohol just make me laugh....never having had a single sip my whole life i think I have a fascination with the weirdness of being drunk.   I also have had the life long knack of acting drunk with no alcohol entering my system.  Once 10:30 hits I'm as tipsy as if I was tossing back a tequila.......I guess I have had alcohol if you count Nyquil....or my dad's stash of "near beer" that has like .01 percent alcohol.  That stuff is just NASTY!  whoever invented that must have been  a convert to the church because  you have to have a serious hankering for some certain flavor to let that enter your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol was not even what I was going to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on facebook and I saw a bunch of pictures of Newton...........Newton or Newtin as it's pronounced in these parts is where I went to school from  K-12.  One building.  I never left that same building for any grade.  It's not a private school just a small farm community that could support one small school.  My class had about 35-40 people in it.  By the time I graduated there were only about 7 male class members attending school at the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the building is getting tore down this year.  I believe soon I need to ask Nathan.    I'm kinda sad about it...it just feels like a childhood home getting tore down.   There are communities that seem to value their old buildings, renovate them, make them beautiful again......people do it with homes.  In many older cities the old renovated schools are the center of the city and something they enjoy caring for.   but oh well...I'm not going to chain myself to the front of the building while the wrecking ball is swinging down or become some terrorist and stalk the p.hill politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in dedicatory rememberance I would like my kids to see where I went to school. take a  couple pictures.  And say goodbye to where I spent 16,380 hours of my growing years.   and maybe I'll write more about my memories someday.  But I don't know where to start.  And I can't do it now while I've got Eva in my lap napping and the large to do list of today ahead of us.......but maybe someday I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-274652974496554071?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/274652974496554071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=274652974496554071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/274652974496554071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/274652974496554071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/07/foolish-man-built-his-house-upon-sand.html' title='the foolish man built his house upon the sand.....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-8796514515716811066</id><published>2009-06-23T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:50:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viruses and ect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our computer has been virused by something.  It's a big pain because it keeps opening up stuff I don't want opened..and shutting down,,,and the kids want to watch tv on it and they can't because it always has obnoxious pop ups.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and now Addie also has a virus but a real one that is making her feel horrible.  Poor girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we have watched Enchanted every SINGLE DAY since the start of June.  At first I thought it was cute and a little funny.  Then I thought it was actually very good acting....NOW I stare at that movie as if it holds the secrets to the universe....when I hear the daily...."HOW DO  I KNOOOOOW IF HE LOVES ME?"  I ask myself that question.  Then I get my answer...he will sing a song with words meant just for me...YES THATs HOW I WILL KNOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It is a marvel that movie....and for some reason Addie and Eva are convinced the guy she ends up with is really her dad.  I'm like..."Well they're in love right?"  NO ITS HER DAD!!!   Well.....then why doesn't she go off and marry the prince?  BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE WITH HER DAD!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;which is actually quite sweet that they  think the whole movie is about her dad and her finding eachother..and a little confusing.  I think I need to hide that dvd.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-8796514515716811066?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/8796514515716811066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=8796514515716811066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8796514515716811066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/8796514515716811066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/viruses-and-ect.html' title='viruses and ect.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6767832141607513374</id><published>2009-06-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:09:36.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347230368311068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUsxNOfNWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3XabEpKyZkk/s1600-h/June+13,+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUsxNOfNWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3XabEpKyZkk/s200/June+13,+2009+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347229356447970658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Addie had her last day of her first year of homeschooling..  IT wasn't really a whole year but she finished all of kindergarten in 4 months.  My thoughts and feelings about it so far are these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm still figuring out the balance of structure and non structure.  Like I want to have a bit of a schedule so we're not just sitting in our pajamas watching t.v. all day and at the same time not so many activities that it's stressful and overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I haven't totally embraced the "unschooling" mentality...even though I do agree with many of the ideas....I just feel like I'm falling somewhere between "unschooling"   and a structured school day.&lt;br /&gt;We are using Ohio virtual academy which gives us LOTS of lessons, ideas, and the whole structure...so I've kind of been spending times on the things that she is interested in and seeming to need right now, and spending less time on things I don't think matter as much...like who invented peanut butter....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and if you know that then hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once danny got chewed out by a kindergarten teacher in Dayton public schools because supposedly no one knows who invented peanut butter...he was like..."Hey I love peanut butter!"  and she was like..."his name is GEORGE WASHINGTON CARVER and he went to blah blah blah college and he invented blah blah balh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm sure he was a wonderful man......I think he invented marshmellow cream too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;anyways......I feel like this is definately the right thing for us and it has been cool following through on what I was feeling inspired to do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been playing piano (chopin and brahms are making me happy right now) and we've been outside alot and spending time with family and  danny's almost done with the cabinets and we are ready to have a looooooonnnnggg summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6767832141607513374?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6767832141607513374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6767832141607513374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6767832141607513374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6767832141607513374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/06/addie-had-her-last-day-or-her-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SjUtsGtcxqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ceiiibh67ok/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-6923572805010393644</id><published>2009-05-30T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:22:58.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;a quickie post before my students get here...it's saturday.  joy of joys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;the cvs lady seriously has it OUT FOR ME!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I frequent  (love that word) the CVS on the corner about once a week because it's really close to my house so I'll get the random stuff I haven't bought there...like a pound of gummy worms or a gallon of milk or whatever.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The check out lady is this 60 ish gray bobbed lady who wouldn't smile even if someone was tickling her armpits I'm sure.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but she is out to get me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One day I went to check out and she would not come to the counter even though the whole CVS was empty and she stood about 5 feet away from me organizing the grocery cart full of sale candy.  So I stood there just staring at her for like 5 WHOLE minutes before she felt the need to come check me out and this was after I like....coughed and walked past her a couple of times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I just thought maybe she didn't really see me.  So the next time I went in...I did the same thing.  I waited at the counter while she looked at me out of the corner of her eye while she finished like organizing the gum rack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;then I asked for stamps and she was like ..."Okay."  So I bought my stuff and went out and looked for my stamps and she never even gave them to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So then I had to run back in and tell her she forgot my stamps and she totally squinted her eyes at me like I was telling a lie and asked to see my receipt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Two days ago I walked into CVS.  I give her the eyeball(not literally) as I buy 3 packs of gummies and I once again need stamps.  (why don't I just start paying my bills online like every other person on the planet?)   She rings me up.  Then I swipe my card and I'm like..."Wow stamps have really gotten expensive."  Because my bill was like $19.  And she was like...Oooh Maybe.  Then I looked at my receipt and it had a People Magazine on it for like 4 dollars.  I ran back to the counter once again and I said.....I didn't buy a magazine!  And there she was holding a people magazine and reading it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;That lady totally tried to make me buy her magazine.  She didn't even look ashamed she was just like....Whoops.  And then she had to re enter everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;.  But I kind of want to go back just to see what she's going to do next..hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-6923572805010393644?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/6923572805010393644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=6923572805010393644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6923572805010393644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/6923572805010393644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/quickie.html' title='a quickie'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-1354624819459167688</id><published>2009-05-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:30:14.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell off my tuesday streak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s200/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570992781298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBKByVzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vCKY__EP34/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBKByVzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4vCKY__EP34/s200/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570988049487666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2DhLb-kZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HfYbgqdhF2M/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2DhLb-kZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HfYbgqdhF2M/s200/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340569339160334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;happy 2nd birthday lilia.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7sQzZTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uffwYXwq3Kc/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7sQzZTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uffwYXwq3Kc/s200/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568695136806194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've fallen off the boat writing on my blog on tuesdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;We had a good time celebratin' and I had a really funny picture of all the MEAT at this picnic that was enough to make your stomach turn.  This was the picnic of all meat lovers picnics.  Oh and here is a picture of Addie with our first salad of the year from our garden.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7HvD9xI/AAAAAAAAAag/m732gQAvTD4/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C7HvD9xI/AAAAAAAAAag/m732gQAvTD4/s200/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568685331609362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I still don't believe Nathan terry did the macarena on the inner tube.  Hmmm...maybe next time i will be able to witness that feat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C6-vwo0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/liV76gkC5lA/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2C6-vwo0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/liV76gkC5lA/s200/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340568682918617922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLp5UTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMFDwoVoVUA/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLp5UTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMFDwoVoVUA/s200/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567869867707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLXM5CoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aokPAjZ0nqs/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2CLXM5CoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aokPAjZ0nqs/s200/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340567864849533570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mark my words Lilia and Eva will be best friends for liFE!  they are so cute together I can just see them being old women together rocking in rocking chairs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-1354624819459167688?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/1354624819459167688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=1354624819459167688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1354624819459167688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/1354624819459167688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-fell-off-my-tuesday-streak.html' title='I fell off my tuesday streak...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/Sh2FBbp8CaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LAs7bVE9qBg/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645516131059446132.post-3077986660566831017</id><published>2009-05-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:33:22.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the sky is so blue it looks purple almost.....what would that color be called?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tuesday is my new update the blog day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I feel like I just don't totally mesh with adulthood.  It's like the two of us...me and being an adult are awkward together and we just have to live uncomfortably together for eternity.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;not that I'm wanting to move to my parents basement, or start clubbing, or start a garage band or something.    I just always feel like a kid walking around in large adult size shoes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and I have the habit of sticking my FOOT in my mouth because I speak before the brain turns on.  SO I was helping a friend check out a free piano her neighbor was giving away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now this was in an empty house and It looked like a realtor was there so I didn't know this piano had sentimental value to anyone.    So I looked it over and played up and down it and said....Well it's about a hundred years old and the sound board is kinda cracking but you have nothing to lose.  And if you play it for ten years you can always have a sacrificial burning in the backyard when you can afford to buy a new one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;at that the lady gasped and was like..."Oh please please don't.  this was my aunt's piano and she just went  into a nursing home and she loved this piano.  I just want someone to love this piano."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;whoops.  I felt bad....."Just kidding of course....oh no.  I've definetely seen way worse pianos...I've had way worse pianos..and this one well....she's a beauty.  A really beauty."  As I scooted out the door.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully they still give her the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;then I had to go sign papers to refinance the house.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; we stopped by the library and  Addie realizing we've read every single "Froggy" book and every single "Junie B. Jones" book.    So now we're looking for a new series.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;something funny was Eva praying over lunch today.  She has been independently saying prayers ALL THE TIME.  It is so cute...she always has her eyes open and she looks at whatever she is praying about.  So she was like...."Please bless the noonoos (noodles)  Please bless Addie's Noonoos (noodles)  Please bless the water,  please bless Addies water,   Please bless the (staring at the peaches) I no know....Please bless Addie's  (staring at the peaches) I no know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Those were the highlights of this May day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645516131059446132-3077986660566831017?l=spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/feeds/3077986660566831017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645516131059446132&amp;postID=3077986660566831017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3077986660566831017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645516131059446132/posts/default/3077986660566831017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaghettiosalive.blogspot.com/2009/05/sky-is-so-blue-it-looks-purple-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402742084346332540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v4vBmlOxM4k/SZxuPZdEsjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/yK3r6OM39c8/S220/November+4th+2008+151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
