<?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-266976613706873086</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:19:00.827-07:00</updated><category term='h'/><category term='1st timer'/><title type='text'>Mommy of 2 cute boys</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life as a Wifey, Mommy, Day Care Provider and Friend.  If you don't like it you can leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-122225927250434947</id><published>2009-09-26T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:48:44.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad :(</title><content type='html'>Does nobody blog any more??  I kinda miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-122225927250434947?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/122225927250434947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=122225927250434947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/122225927250434947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/122225927250434947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad.html' title='Sad :('/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1555517899483920851</id><published>2009-08-12T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:51:56.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Addylin Jolene</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been gone for awhile but the boys are actually playing together and Addy is sleeping.  So, I thought I would let you know how everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up starting labor around 9pm Sat the 1st.  My contractions weren't horrible yet but they were about 5 min apart all night long.  By Sunday morning I was exhausted and decided we should head to the hospital.  We got there around 10.  My contractions finally started getting a little harder but after a few hours they slowed to about 7 min apart.  By 2 in the afternoon I was so exhausted and the contractions were very painful, so they decided to give me a shot of morphine to help with the pain and hopefully let me rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse said it would take about 10-15 min to kick in.  But I immediately started feeling warm and my hands were getting tingly.  I told the nurse I thought I was hyperventilating but I thought that was odd since I wasn't breathing hard.  She observed me for about a minute and noticed that it was just getting worse.  My hands started to cramp and slowly the cramping spread to EVERY muscle in my body (including my uterus).  She quickly realized I was having an allergic reaction to the morphine.  I couldn't move and I just laid on the bed crying in pain as all my muscles were SO tight.  She called for help and about 6 nurses came running in.  She called for a crash cart and the Dr too.  There were about 4 nurses trying to get an IV in me.  My muscles were so tight and rigid though they were having a Terrible time.  They started looking at my feet for good veins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes they got an IV in and started pushing in the medicine to reverse the morphine.  I slowly started to relax.  It was SOOOOO scary.  It was starting to get hard to breath.  And then the contractions felt WAY worse because my uterus had been affected too.  Let me tell you it was horrible to hear my mom's voice crack and see my big tough guy husband with tears in his eyes.  Everyone in the room was scared.  Dan said the nurse was scared, she was fumbling around for the right needle and couldn't find it.  I yelled at her to help me.  I really got nervous when she started asking me if I could understand her and if I was still with her.  I realized it was pretty serious then.  But the reversal medicine kicked in and they gave me something else to help me relax and take the edge off the contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the labor went pretty slow until about 8pm.  The contractions were the real thing and I was finally dilating.  By 10pm the nurse said I could have an epidural.  I was so greatful for this because I was absolutely exhausted by this point.  I got the epidural around 10:40pm.  By 11:00 I was begging the nurse to let me push.  I pushed twice and she was out at 11:23pm.  She came out sideways with her shoulders up.  It hurt like HELL!  I screamed and cursed which I never did with the boys.  And then I saw it was a girl and I couldn't believe it!  She looked like an angel and everything I had went through was all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1555517899483920851?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1555517899483920851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1555517899483920851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1555517899483920851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1555517899483920851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-addylin-jolene.html' title='Baby Addylin Jolene'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-7892871715306049793</id><published>2009-07-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:45:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin closer</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Only 10 days left!  I'm really hoping that if the baby isn't here by the 6th my Dr will induce me by the 7th.  I'm going to ask him Thursday when I go for my appt.  See, he usually does his inductions on Fridays so that would be perfect!  I can't sleep much anymore.  Just a little at a time.  My lower back is absolutely Frickin' KILLING me!  Actually my entire back is hurting.  I didn't know how bad until Dan tried to rub it the other night and it hurt to even have him touch it.  I know the baby WANTS out!  It was literally trying to crawl out last night!  Dan thought it was hillarious!  It looked like I was washing a load of clothes in my stomach! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell I'm starting to efface more.  I'll let you all know how my appt goes Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-7892871715306049793?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7892871715306049793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=7892871715306049793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7892871715306049793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7892871715306049793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-closer.html' title='Gettin closer'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3675919089219105053</id><published>2009-07-25T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:39:21.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby or man?</title><content type='html'>Aren't men the BIGGEST babies when they are sick?!?!?  Dan hardly EVER gets sick, let alone sick enough to miss work, but when he does OMG!  I want to shoot him.  He is the BIGGEST baby!  And he says I complain about being pregnant!  UGH!  Okay, just sayin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3675919089219105053?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3675919089219105053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3675919089219105053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3675919089219105053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3675919089219105053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-or-man.html' title='Baby or man?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6530493871252703856</id><published>2009-07-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:28:49.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer!</title><content type='html'>I had my Dr. Appt today.  This was the first appt that I was checked at.  Dan was with me.  He wasn't much fun though.  He came home early from work cause he doesn't feel good.  UGH, more on that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm only dilated to a 2.  He said I'm still pretty thick (that means not much effacement done) and the baby is still sitting pretty high.  He could barley touch the head.  Trust me, doesn't feel good to have him reach way up there when you've just fallen flat on your ass the night before.  GEEZE!  I'm SOOOO sore!  My hoo hah feels like I've been riding a horse for a week straight while having rock grind on my pelvis the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it doesn't look like this baby will be coming early.  I knew better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6530493871252703856?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6530493871252703856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6530493871252703856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6530493871252703856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6530493871252703856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/bummer.html' title='Bummer!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1065227387000806987</id><published>2009-07-22T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:16:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not soon enough!</title><content type='html'>Last night was rough!  I had so much pain and pressure I thought I was gonna die!  I didn't get much sleep and now I'm exhausted!  I'm anxious for my Dr.  appt tomorrow to see if I'm dilated and effaced.  I'm so ready to have this baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, WHERE IS EVERYONE????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1065227387000806987?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1065227387000806987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1065227387000806987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1065227387000806987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1065227387000806987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-soon-enough.html' title='Not soon enough!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5435044532745974778</id><published>2009-07-14T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:01:38.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was thinking last night that this could be it.  But it wasn't.  I was having contractions from about 4pm until...all night long.  But they never did too much more that annoy me.  They were a little painful but I knew they weren't the real thing.  I was really hoping that they would turn into more.  Kinda.  I mean, I'm done with being pregnant but I'm also not sure if I'm ready for this.  I still have things to get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5435044532745974778?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5435044532745974778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5435044532745974778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5435044532745974778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5435044532745974778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/soon.html' title='Soon?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1717027491561747021</id><published>2009-07-09T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:41:20.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's DR Appt</title><content type='html'>Well, I lost a lb.  Kind of abnormal for this point in pregnancy.  The nurse said I will be below my pre pregnancy weight once I deliver because I've essentially lost weight this pregnancy.  I've only gained a total of 6 lbs now and the baby and everything else is well over that.  You have the amniotic fluid to account for, the extra blood, the placenta and of course the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeat was in the 170s.  It is all over the place with this one!  The boys were both always in the 150s or 170s.  This one will be at 130 one week and 170 the next.  When the nurse was looking at my belly she could see what was obviously the little hiney poking up.  This is so typical for this baby.  Its always poking something out and making me all lop sided.  And it HURTS too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My urine sample said I was a little dehydrated.  So, thats my mission for the week is to drink, drink, drink...water of course :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. U measured my tummy and it should measure the same as how far along you are.  At my last app I was 34 weeks along and I measured a 34.  At this appt I was 36 weeks along and I measured at 38!  This really surpised me.  That means that my tummy has grown 4 inches in the last 2 weeks!!  I think its inches.  I guess it could be centimeters though.  Its not actually my tummy that is growing its my uterus that they are measuring.  He wasn't too concerned though.  He said it could just be that the baby was stretching at the time.  But we will evaluate it next week.  Yes, I'm down to the once a week appointments now!  I really hope that the baby was just stretching and this isn't a sign that I'm going to have a "Jumbo" baby as the nurse put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically everything is right on track.  Dr. U won't check me at my next appt but at the one after.  Thats the one I'm waiting for.  I wanna know if I'm dilating or thinning out.  The time is getting close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1717027491561747021?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1717027491561747021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1717027491561747021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1717027491561747021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1717027491561747021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterdays-dr-appt.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s DR Appt'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-637775024532118282</id><published>2009-07-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:32:23.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the countdown begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlOB7QdcbrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T5m4-E7MWr8/s1600-h/July+4th+09+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355767236904382130" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlOB6Uh4mdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8077U5w_DdA/s320/July+4th+09+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_M-tXqzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1BP-pauYUZM/s1600-h/July+4th+09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764242842102578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_M-tXqzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1BP-pauYUZM/s320/July+4th+09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Dan's Aunt waiting at the Go Carts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_Mlz3_pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PcHlJQqjp68/s1600-h/July+4th+09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764236158500498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_Mlz3_pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PcHlJQqjp68/s320/July+4th+09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the top of the Tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_MFLEMgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/r07rWoOcHK0/s1600-h/July+4th+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764227397399042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_MFLEMgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/r07rWoOcHK0/s320/July+4th+09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the lake from the tram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_L6ppMjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ow5eRKG2NYc/s1600-h/July+4th+09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764224572863026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_L6ppMjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ow5eRKG2NYc/s320/July+4th+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; McClain was a little nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_LeUotoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jfv8Pc5kCis/s1600-h/July+4th+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764216968558210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlN_LeUotoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jfv8Pc5kCis/s320/July+4th+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not Koleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30 days!!&lt;/span&gt; WOW! Where has the time gone?? I just can't even believe that I'm that close. It really could be any day now. But I'm sure I still have about 4 weeks left until I'm holding my new little miracle. I have a Dr. appt tomorrow. Just normal old stuff though. He won't be checking me until I'm about 2 weeks away from the due date. However, I have been having a ton of contractions. I definately think the baby has dropped. I can tell its not right up there anymore. A little easier to breathe and my mom said she thinks its dropped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan and I were talking about whether we were ready to bring the baby home. I just don't feel like I am. The crib isn't set up. I have NO clothes. I have like 3 neutral outfits. NO sleepers. No diapers, no wipes, no nursing pads, no binkies. I just don't feel ready. We do have the cradle ready. My mom and I are going to go shopping this weekend and get some of the necessities that I still need. So thats that. If anything changes I'll let ya know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Wallowa Lake for the 4th. It was a lot of fun. We rode the tram, Dan and the boys rode the go carts and bumper boats. It was nice and relaxing until I got a migraine Saturday. Where are these coming from?? I've never had migraines before. Gotta love pregnancy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-637775024532118282?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/637775024532118282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=637775024532118282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/637775024532118282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/637775024532118282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-countdown-begin.html' title='Let the countdown begin'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SlOB7QdcbrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T5m4-E7MWr8/s72-c/July+4th+09+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3380194840484459775</id><published>2009-06-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:23:09.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a lot going on.</title><content type='html'>Well, I really don't have a lot to say.  I'm done with being pregnant.  I'm pretty miserable at this point.  My crotch hurts and I have Braxton Hicks all the time!  They are getting a little more painful.  But I still have 6 weeks left!  Ugh, 6 loonnnggg weeks.  Oh well.  I'm just gonna take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dropped a bombshell on me.  Well at least it was a bombshell to me.  First of all he's been working on a Mustang that was supposed to be done by June.  Well, its not done.  Now there are doubts that it will even be done by the time the baby is here.  This really bothers me.  I told him I didn't want him to take the job if he was going to be working on it when the baby was born.  He already has a full time job and I don't want him gone even more working on this side job once we have a new born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so then, Friday he asks me what I thought about him working at the body shop again, part time.  Uh, what??  When do you plan to fit that in?  See, we have been strapped for cash lately.  Having a hard time making ends meat.  But we still have a family life.  That if VERY important to me.  He says he doesn't want to have to worry about money anymore.  That he wants to be able to go do stuff.  And that he NEEDS a second job!  I agree it would be nice to have some extra money but I need him around and the boys need him around.  Especially when the baby is here we will need him even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he plans on doing.  I think that once the Mustang is done we will be OK on money.  Although, he is going to use the majority of it to build the shop.  But we will use some of the money to fix some things on my credit and then hopefully we can refinance and lower our house payment.  Then we should be just fine.  Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just bothers me.  I'm stressed about money and now I'm stressed about not having my husband.  Once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3380194840484459775?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3380194840484459775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3380194840484459775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3380194840484459775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3380194840484459775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-lot-going-on.html' title='Not a lot going on.'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5605041210088552917</id><published>2009-06-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:39:00.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!</title><content type='html'>I just realized this is my 100th post!  Kinda crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a good weekend in Bend.  Spent some time with the family and attended a great graduation!  I'm glad to be home though.  We always spend too much money when we go out of town too!  AAAAhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive was way too long on this pregnant woman.  Half way there my legs started throbbing and I could NOT get comfy!  When we finally got there my legs and feet were swollen.  Not fun!  So on the way home I spent half the trip on the back seat with the boys with my feet up on the center console.  Much better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby seemed like it was trying to claw its way out of my stomach yesterday.  It was so wierd!  Dan and I could feel a hand or foot sticking out and you could even see the lump.  It was really cool.  I never really remember that happening with the boys.  This baby is VERY active.  I just can't help but wonder what this little thing is.  Whether it is a boy or a girl I know it will be just as beautiful as the two that we already have.  There is only 59 days left!  THAT I just CAN'T believe!!!  I honestly don't know if I'm ready for this.  Three is a lot different than two.  I'm worried that I'm going to be over stressed and over tired.  I am only taking a week off from my kids I babysit.  I'm hoping that I can handle all of this.  I'm just praying this baby is as easy as this pregnancy has been so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get closer to the delivery everything else is starting to happen too.  I have to have a pre admittance interview at the hospital.  This is so I don't have to wait to be admitted once I am actually in labor.  I can just go up to the 3rd floor and get a room.  All the paper work is already done.  I also had to fill out my birth plan.  Pretty basic.  Who you want to cut the cord, if you want to hold the baby right away or wait for it to be cleaned.  If you plan on nursing, who you want in the room when you deliver.  This last one is kinda special.  I've offered for a very close friend to attend the birth.  She has never had a child and never experienced the birth of a baby.  I am so excited that she is going to be there.  It is a magical experience and I am so happy to share it with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5605041210088552917?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5605041210088552917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5605041210088552917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5605041210088552917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5605041210088552917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/06/100th-post.html' title='100th post!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6315267029468175816</id><published>2009-06-02T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:33:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH! Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm sorry but this is going to be a small bitch session about being pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I ended up with my first ever migraine.  It really freaked me out.  First my vision went blurry in my left eye.  My head also felt very cloudy.  Then my left arm went numb and tingly.  I continued to feel "in a dream state" so I called the hospital (OB department) and they said it could possibly be a migraine but I really should come in to have my blood pressure checked.  Normally I would have just waited it out to see if it would pass but when you're pregnant everything is so different.  You have another little being to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Dan (he was at the shop working on the mustang) and he came home.  His parents came over to sit with the boys while we went to the hospital.  They hooked up my to belly to the monitors and baby was fine.  My blood pressure and sugar levels were fine too so we figured it was a migraine.  Being hooked up to the monitors made me feel like I was there to have the baby.  Soon enough, soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraines can be common in pregnancy even if you have never had them before.  Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got home Dan and I both just wanted to go to bed.  McClain had other plans though.  His ear hurt and he was up until 1am crying.  Poor baby.  He just wanted Daddy to hold him but Daddy wanted to sleep since he had to get up and work today.  So he was stuck with me and my migraine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another crappy thing about being pregnant this time of year is the heat.  You have a little furnace in you that adds to the heat!  By 8am I am totally dying of heat!  I still have 2 more months of this AWFUL heat too!  But really I think these last 2 months will go by just as fast as the first 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, burning up, tired as hell and still coping with a migraine.  I LOVE being pregnant!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6315267029468175816?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6315267029468175816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6315267029468175816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6315267029468175816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6315267029468175816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-pregnancy.html' title='UGH! Pregnancy'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2385976286218687397</id><published>2009-05-27T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:25:22.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Fun</title><content type='html'>This weekend the boys, my grandma and I went to Oak Harbor to visit my cousin and his wife.  We had a blast!  It took us about 10 hours to get there!  The pregnant one had to stop for potty breaks often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Fort Casey.  We got to walk around the old battle grounds where the cannons were.  The boys LOVED that.  We also visited the light house there.  That night we went to the drive in Theatre.  It was COLD but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was very busy.  We drove close to 2 hours to Seattle.  We went up in the space needle, visited the Children's Museum and lastly went to the Seattle Aquarium.  We were all so tired at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys missed their daddy and I missed him too.  It was good to be home Monday but it was also such a fun trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2385976286218687397?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2385976286218687397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2385976286218687397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2385976286218687397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2385976286218687397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-fun.html' title='Memorial Fun'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4218579073985332085</id><published>2009-05-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:20:10.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Complain</title><content type='html'>Well, my Mother's day was pretty good.  We didn't do anything special.  Just hung out together and had a nice relaxing day.  I got a card from Dan (which made me cry) and one from the boys.  I also got a single red rose and donuts for breakfast.  I slept in until about 8:30.  We did go to Main Street Grill for lunch.  It was good but it took forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went to the Demolition Derby with some friends and my parents.  It was fun.  I was freezing and in intense pain from sitting on the bleachers.  I even took along a stadium seat to help but it didn't do much good.  The boys loved it!  It was fun to sit there with our friends and family and realize how great the simple things really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan started setting up the pool last night.  I told him he needed to get it done because it is going to get HOT fast!  I want the pool ready for that!  I only have 3 more months left of being pregnant and I have a feeling that I'm going to float away most of those days in the pool!  Anytime ya want to come over for a float and italian soda just come on over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right!  I am 7 (seven) months along!!!  Can you BELIEVE it??  I can't!  I feel like I just started showing over night.  Its to the point now that even strangers feel comfortable asking me when I'm due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its Monday and I hope everyone has a good week!  I can't WAIT for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4218579073985332085?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4218579073985332085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4218579073985332085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4218579073985332085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4218579073985332085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-complain.html' title='Can&apos;t Complain'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2223291728230961808</id><published>2009-04-28T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:47:34.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 100 Day mark.  I only have 100 days until this little baby makes its way to our world.  That is just over 3 MONTHS!  I can't even believe it!  I guess the time is flying since I'm not puking everyday.  Although I do have a LOT of low pelvic pain this pregnancy is by far the easiest of the 3.  Could this mean its a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started having Braxton Hicks contractions yesterday.  They were slightly uncomfortable.  Normally they don't last long but mine seemed to last all afternoon.  I did go to the gym and workout and had no problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I put in a Yoga Mama DVD and was doing yoga.  The boys decided to join me and it was so cute!  They actually did pretty good following all the poses.  I'm really hoping that all this excersise and stretching will help my labor go much smoother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2223291728230961808?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2223291728230961808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2223291728230961808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2223291728230961808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2223291728230961808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-days.html' title='100 days!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4740319409449675805</id><published>2009-04-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:18:21.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I'm already 6 months along!  Time is flying by!  I don't remember it going so fast with the boys.  I'm sure once the hot weather comes I'm going to be wishing time would go faster!  But for now I'm enjoying this little squirt moving inside of me.  Its the one place that I can keep it totally safe from the dangers of the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in TERRIBLE pain though.  It is really bad.  I'm having pelvic pain like you wouldn't believe.  I told Dan it feels like someone is taking a rock and grinding it on my pelvic bone.  I cringe at night in bed even when I just roll over.  It hurts SO BAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at my step class and had to leave half way through.  I was doing very low exertion but I was still getting a lot of lowere abdomen pain.  It felt like my mucsles were tearing!  Then last night I ended up with a major headache.  It is one where I can tell the only way it is going to go away is by getting a chiropractor adjustment.  Can you say expensive?  UGH!  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair done yesterday so I feel somewhat better.  I was beginning to feel like a frumpy pregnant woman.  YUCK!  I have a little style going on now so its time to get out and go enjoy the sun with the boys and little Z today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gymnastics this morning and then hopefully we can get outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4740319409449675805?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4740319409449675805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4740319409449675805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4740319409449675805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4740319409449675805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-months.html' title='6 Months!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5758553111836654635</id><published>2009-04-12T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:41:33.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Once again, Dan's cousin was here to work on his truck.  It was supposed to be done yesterday.  Well, its after 4 and they're still working on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I saw Dan for about an hour this morning while they hunted eggs at my parents.  Then he came back for an hour to eat Easter Dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to his Grandma's this afternoon for an egg hunt and pinata but they are STILL working on the truck so we'll be missing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset this morning I was crying.  Its been three weeks now of this stupid truck and now it screwed up our Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5758553111836654635?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5758553111836654635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5758553111836654635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5758553111836654635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5758553111836654635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/crappy-easter.html' title='Crappy Easter!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1898963311005111016</id><published>2009-04-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:47:21.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh-Life</title><content type='html'>Not much going on here.  Dan is STILL working on his cousin's truck.  I really hate that thing.  At least everyone is gone though.  Well, his cousin will be back tomorrow night.  I'm just tired of being alone all day and all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bored.  The last couple days were nice.  I got out of the house and worked on the yard a little.  But I still miss my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is kicking the crap out of me.  Koleton was sitting with me earlier today and he felt it kick.  It was really cute.  He says he wants to see the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 2 dreams now 2 nights in a row that I had another boy.  I was really upset in the last dream.  I was MAD.  I bawled when I saw it was a boy.  I know that won't really be the case and I am OK with another boy but I wish we would have found out so that I would at least know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, only 4 1/2 more months.  I can't believe how fast time is going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1898963311005111016?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1898963311005111016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1898963311005111016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1898963311005111016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1898963311005111016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh-life.html' title='Eh-Life'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2950040447754846884</id><published>2009-04-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:53:01.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you to my cookie fairy!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...MRs. D made a special delivery today.  She surprised me with a box of cookies.  I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys started coming in to make some lunch and I heard the box start to open.  It was Dan trying to sneak a cookie.  I told him to get the Hell out of those, they were my treat for putting up with HIS mom for over a week!  He backed away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chocolate chip and it was oh, so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2950040447754846884?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2950040447754846884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2950040447754846884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2950040447754846884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2950040447754846884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-to-my-cookie-fairy.html' title='Thank you to my cookie fairy!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6799795150554996385</id><published>2009-04-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:11:28.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I can breathe!</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to post for awhile but I've been afraid of getting caught.  My mother in law, or moster in law, more appropriately has been here since last Monday.  Now, don't get my wrong, I love her to death.  Our relationship has come a long way from where it once was but she still drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know that I'm pregnant, I already have 2 boys and I babysit 4 extra kids during the day.  Well on top of all this I chave been taking care of her too.  I've been cooking and cleaning for 4 adults and 3 kids for a week and a half.  (I also have my cousin's son here for spring break).  She is more than happy to let me do all the work.  She hasn't once offered to help cook or clean up after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical day for her is to roll out of bed around 9.  I think she only gets up then because the kids wake her up.  She then plops in front of the TV with a cup of coffee that I made.  When I've finished breakfast she gets up dishes up and then plops back in front of the TV.  She spends 3-4 hours on the computer then she goes back in her room for a nap.  She finally gets out of her pajamas around 4pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally drives me CRAZY.  She yells at the boys all the time.  I give them something, she takes it away.  I'm telling you, she is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she finally left tonight to go stay with her other son.  Hopefully, she will stay there until she leaves town Sunday.  It is a good thing she went over there cause I don't think I could have held it together for another day.  I've never been around someone so unwilling to help, even with her own grandchildren which she NEVER sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can breathe, for a little while at least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6799795150554996385?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6799795150554996385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6799795150554996385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6799795150554996385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6799795150554996385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-i-can-breathe.html' title='Finally, I can breathe!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6394815071532270038</id><published>2009-03-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:36:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I'm an Auntie again!  It was amazing.  I was in the room when he entered the world.  I watched him make his way here.  And his mom did AMAZING!  She pushed for 41 minutes.  It was definately different watching a baby born than having one.  Very exciting!  Welcome to the world Owen Timothy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6394815071532270038?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6394815071532270038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6394815071532270038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6394815071532270038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6394815071532270038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6248890582737601553</id><published>2009-03-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:42:07.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready</title><content type='html'>Dan's mom and cousin are on their way over right now.  They will be here for about a week.  Dan's cousin is a senior in highschool and is coming over for Dan to do the body work and paint his pickup.  Its kind of cool because it is a truck their Grandpa got him before he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning out the spare room and also cleaning our bedroom to make room for the baby stuff that was in the spare room.  So now there is a cradle and play pen in our room.  I can't be nesting already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get really stressed out when Dan's mom comes for a visit.  She just really wears me out.  I'm hoping that since Dan's sister in law is scheduled to be induced on Wed. my MIL will be spending much time over there with the new baby.  Dan asked her if she wanted to stay with us or with his brother and she said us.  Even though they are having a new baby.  I guess at least for my SIL that is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they will be here sometime tonight.  I have to prepare dinner for everyone all week!  AHHHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6248890582737601553?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6248890582737601553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6248890582737601553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6248890582737601553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6248890582737601553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6293379370295654475</id><published>2009-03-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:53:16.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This could ONLY happen to me!</title><content type='html'>This morning Koleton had school.  So I took him to school and then McClain, Zoey and I went to a girlfriends house to hang out for an hour until it was time to take McClain to gymnastics.  When it was time to leave I put Zoey in her car seat and then flung my purse over the front seat.  I shut the back door and then was going to pick McClain up to put him in his seat.  As SOON as I shut the door I hear CLICK!  AH SHIT!  See on my car we have the buttons on the door handle that you can program with a code to unlock your car without the keys.  Well, we don't know the code at all and never use it.  BUT when you push the last two buttons at the same time it LOCKS the whole car.  THAT is exactly what McClain did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my purse, phone, keys AND Zoey are locked in the car.  So I call Dan from my girlfriends phone but he didn't answer.  He went to work today for a few hours but was working in Lewiston so I was hoping he could run me down his key.  I didn't know if he wasn't answering because he was at work or if he just didn't recognize the number.  So I called my stepdad, also known as my constant rescuer, and asked him to try to call him.  Still no answer.  So I call Rachaell and ask her if she can get ahold of their boss and to have Dan call me.  Luckily, my stepdad was about 3 blocks from where Dan was working so he stopped by and got his keys and brought them to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed by the car the whole time and Zoey was totally cool.  She didn't freak out or anything.  Thank God!  I felt SOOO bad!  I did call her mom to let her know what happened because I didn't want her to find out from someone else before I could explain what happened.  She was cool about it.  She said she would be a little upset if it were 100 degrees out but thank goodness it wasn't.  IF that had been the case we would have had a broken window to replace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, the car will be going to the dealership to reprogram the code AND I'm getting 2 extra keys made TODAY so I can hide one on the car somewhere and do something with the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6293379370295654475?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6293379370295654475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6293379370295654475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6293379370295654475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6293379370295654475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-could-only-happen-to-me.html' title='This could ONLY happen to me!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-337331002735334673</id><published>2009-03-18T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:01:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I'm disabled</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Koleton and I both had the pukes.  I had it worse than him.  He was watching TV and a commercial came on about a motorized chair.  You know the ones that old people tool around on.  Koleton told me I needed one when I was sick.  Jeez!  Didn't think I was that bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-337331002735334673?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/337331002735334673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=337331002735334673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/337331002735334673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/337331002735334673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/apparently-im-disabled.html' title='Apparently I&apos;m disabled'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-8918323124102462912</id><published>2009-03-16T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:25:58.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I can't beleive that I'm already 5 months along!  We have our ultrasound this Friday.  Gosh!  I still can't believe it.  Our friends are due just a couple weeks before us and had their ultrasound this last Friday.  They are having a boy.  They already have a little girl so that is really cool for them.  We will not be finding out what we are having.  I just can't help but think that I'll be a mom to 3 BOYS!  YIKES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the baby is moving more and more.  I finally look pregnant.  Well, I will let you all know how it goes at the ultrasound!  Hope you all have a GREAT week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-8918323124102462912?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8918323124102462912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=8918323124102462912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8918323124102462912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8918323124102462912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-46414224039263620</id><published>2009-03-11T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:14:06.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Countdown Ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48a9ed46abc794fa/49b8299d3162bd59/49007da3c258c251/767a4a32/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/landing-page.aspx"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/a&gt;? Read about &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/symptoms-and-solutions/landing.aspx"&gt;pregnancy symptoms&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;and find &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/pregnancy/baby-name-finder/landing-page.aspx"&gt;baby names&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Interested in &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/parenting/a-to-z.aspx"&gt;parenting tips&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;br/&gt;Upload &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/baby-pictures/PhotoLanding.aspx"&gt;baby photos&lt;/a&gt; and learn about &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/first-year/breastfeeding/landing.aspx"&gt;breastfeeding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-46414224039263620?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/46414224039263620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=46414224039263620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/46414224039263620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/46414224039263620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy-countdown-ticker.html' title='Pregnancy Countdown Ticker'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5238838254945337113</id><published>2009-03-10T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:08:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here</title><content type='html'>I've been absent for awhile.  I've really been debating about continuing with my Blog.  After talking with a close friend I have decided to go ahead with it.  It is for ME, my family and my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this I am blessed with the laughter coming from the living room.  The boys are playing and are making the little girl I watch giggle.  I love baby giggles.  When you feel down, it is amazing how great one of those little giggles can make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew it was too good to last.  McClain is crying now.  Sometimes these moments are short lived but that are wonderful while they last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, this pregnancy is great.  It almost makes me sad to know it is my last one.  I am feeling the baby wiggle inside me and soon Dan will be able to feel the little movements too.  I am finally forming a pretty little baby bump.  I am mostly in maternity clothes now.  Which is kind of nice because it lets everyone know of the little miracle inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby doesn't seem to like to be jostled or squished.  I had a chiropractor adjustment last week and the bean sprout went crazy moving around after I was adjusted.  I am still working out but stretching is getting a little more difficult.  I really can't bend over and even come close to touching my toes.  It is very apparent there is a baby there now when I bend over.  I still stretch the best that I can though.  However, the baby seems to not like that very much.  It was very wiggly last night after my workout and stretching.  Its fun to feel it in there going crazy though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did cherish each of my pregnancy's but this one seems a little different.  I guess its because I know it will be my last.  I don't want to miss a thing with this one.  The boys like to give the baby kisses and say "Hi baby."  It is so cute.  I hope this lasts once the baby is here.&lt;br /&gt;Next week we have our ultrasound and I will be 5 months along.  We are thinking about taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koleton&lt;/span&gt; to the ultrasound with us.  But we are still deciding.  It seems like the time is flying by.  It almost makes me sad.  Before too long we will be a family of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5238838254945337113?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5238838254945337113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5238838254945337113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5238838254945337113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5238838254945337113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-here.html' title='I am here'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1656615151466997609</id><published>2009-02-24T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:48:53.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what pregnancy does to you</title><content type='html'>I'm now 4 months preggo.  I have a HORRIBLE cold and a cough that just won't stop.  My back and chest hurt from all the coughing.  My head hurts from all the coughing and lack of sleep.  I want to curl up in a ball and not uncurl until everything is better!  Everything I want to take, I can't because of the baby!  Guess what else!  I have to wear a PAD because everytime I cough I pee a little or a lot, depending.  It is frickin ridiculous!  Dan did say before he left this morning that if it was too much he would try to come home if I needed him too.  But they're working in Moscow, actually DOING something!  If it was any other day like the last few weeks when he's had a hard time finding something to do, HELL YES I'd have him come home.  At least he was kind enough to offer, I guess.  I really feel like shit!  UGH!  Ok, I'm done now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1656615151466997609?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1656615151466997609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1656615151466997609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1656615151466997609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1656615151466997609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-now-4-months-preggo.html' title='This is what pregnancy does to you'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1738082578433571251</id><published>2009-02-24T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:03:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a weekend ALONE!</title><content type='html'>Thats right!  I did!  We were originally planning for all of us to go up to Spokane for the weekend.  Dan was going to take the boys with his friend and go to the Monster Trucks.  We had a hotel reserved and everything.  I was going to hang out with my girlfriend while the guys took the kids to the show.  Well, us girls decided to let the guys go up alone and we would stay home and go up another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys left around 11 on Saturday and didn't get home until about 1:30 on Sunday.  I had an entire 24 hours all to myself.  I hung out at home and cleaned, watched Sex and the City  and read the last book of the Twilight series.  Saturday my girlfriend and I went to dinner at Thai Garden in Clarkston.  It was pretty good.  I got her hooked on the Thai Iced Teas!  OH SO YUMMY!  I missed my guys but it was nice to have so alone time too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1738082578433571251?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1738082578433571251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1738082578433571251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1738082578433571251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1738082578433571251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-weekend-alone.html' title='I had a weekend ALONE!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5519992399316927873</id><published>2009-02-11T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:25:16.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h'/><title type='text'>My sick boy</title><content type='html'>I'm one tired mama today.  Koleton was up puking every half hour until about 2 or 3 this morning.  Poor baby!  He puked all over his bed and blankets so I have been busy washing blankets and bedding today.  I'm so tired.  On top of it all I had six kids to watch this morning.  Koleton took a nap on the couch and I really wanted to curl up next to him and fall asleep too.  Oh well.  Maybe I can rest this afternoon during nap time.  I hope so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5519992399316927873?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5519992399316927873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5519992399316927873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5519992399316927873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5519992399316927873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sick-boy.html' title='My sick boy'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2231632327722587613</id><published>2009-01-28T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:59:35.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe he'll think twice next time</title><content type='html'>So, last night when I got home from my CPR training Dan told me that he was talking about me at work.  He said he was complaining about how much time I spend on the computer, specifically on Cafe Mom in my IK group.  He said that my good friend R got kinda mad and was defending me.  He said she thought he was calling me a bad mother or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda makes me upset that he was complaining about it in the first place.  The only time I AM on it for a long period of time is when he is home.  I obviously can't be on it for hours when I little kids running around.  Some days it is my ONLY adult interaction!  AND I do have a business that is based pretty much ON my computer!  So half the time when he thinks I'm on CafeMom I'm putting in a jewelry order or adding up someone's daycare bill!  MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks R for sticking up for me!  Next time maybe he'll think twice about where he opens his mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2231632327722587613?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2231632327722587613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2231632327722587613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2231632327722587613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2231632327722587613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-hell-think-twice-next-time.html' title='Maybe he&apos;ll think twice next time'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4160287856916614575</id><published>2009-01-27T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:14:57.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koleton and McClainisms</title><content type='html'>The boys have been saying and doing some interesting things lately.  So I thought I would share them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Koleton fell asleep on the couch and rolled off.  He climbed back on the couch but was still kind of awake (or so I thought)  He then got up and went into the kitchen.  I caught him trying to pee in the garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One day Koleton spent the majority of the day in his zip up footie jammies.  He then had to go pee.  I heard the toilet flush followed by screaming.  He apparently snagged the tip of his penis in the zipper.  OOPS!  He wanted a band aid on it.  I said no and then was grateful he didn't ask me to kiss it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The same day the as the zipper incident McClain woke up early from his nap.  He has pooped his diaper.  Apparently he didn't want to be poopy so he took his diaper off and wiped his butt with his socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This weekend both boys were out in the shop with Dan.  Dan came in the house holding McClain who had one shoe and sock off.  I asked why and Dan told me Koleton said McClain was in the Hospital having a baby and apparently Koleton was helping deliver :)&lt;br /&gt; I know there are more but that is all the comes to me right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4160287856916614575?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4160287856916614575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4160287856916614575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4160287856916614575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4160287856916614575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/koleton-and-mcclainisms.html' title='Koleton and McClainisms'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2459607776383783694</id><published>2009-01-19T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:08:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having little boys.</title><content type='html'>So today has been pretty wierd.  I had my first appt with the nurse today.  That went fine.  After my appt I stopped at a girlfriends house to drop off something.  I ran inside and left my car running.  When I came back my car was dead and it wouldn't start.  So, I determined that I needed gas.  I had parked on a hill and I think that is why it wouldn't start.  So, I borrowed her car, called my mom to go relieve my in laws at my house and ran home to get a gas can.  Sure enough that was the problem.  SO, lesson learned.  If you don't have much gas don't leave your car running while parked on a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't get home until about 12.  Koleton was still in his jammies and I thought, why change him now.  I fed the boys lunch and layed the little ones down for a nap.  I decided to shampoo my carpet while they were sleeping.  When I got done Koleton ran to go potty.  After I heard the toilet flush he started BAWLING!  Now the jammies he is wearing are footy, zip up jammies.  I ask him what is wrong and he says he zipped his wiener!  OH GAWD!  So I looked at it to make sure its not bleeding.  Its not.  He apparently just caught the tip of it.  OUCH!  So then he says he wants a band aid on his wiener!  Umm, NO!  At least he didn't ask me to kiss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2459607776383783694?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2459607776383783694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2459607776383783694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2459607776383783694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2459607776383783694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-little-boys.html' title='Having little boys.'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1936051750929680261</id><published>2009-01-18T10:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:52:23.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>Where is everyone? I can only handle so much laundry on a Sunday morning before going crazy! The boys are actually playing nice together in their room and not bugging me and Dan is in the shop! I need my girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1936051750929680261?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1936051750929680261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1936051750929680261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1936051750929680261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1936051750929680261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-57535790072398224</id><published>2009-01-15T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:36:42.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have it so bad</title><content type='html'>You know, I think that more often than not we focus on the negatives in our life.  We forget to look as all the positives.  I had a conversation this morning with a lady that made me really think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is actually my cousin but we are distant.  Her daughter is in the same class as Koleton and she always waits for me in the mornings and sits with all the daycare kids so I don't have to unload all 5 or 6 of them and take them in to the class with me.  This is a HUGE help.  I am so gratefull to her for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she drives a hunk of junk car while her husband drives a nice new pickup.  He had another truck which was pretty new and nice but decided he needed a better one just a couple months ago.  So he went out and bought this while his wife is driving this crap car.  I mean, it is BAD.  It runs but she has to climb through the passenger side to get to the drivers side because her drivers side door is falling off.  So, Dan is going to look at it for her to see if he can fix it.  She is so gratefull and says she'll pay for him to fix it.  I say NO WAY!  She does me such a huge favor by sitting with the kids I TOTALLY don't expect her to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was telling her that Dan and I both feel bad for her.  I drive the nicer of our vehicles and I really feel thats how it should be.  I'm the one toting the kids around all day.  And so does she.  She pays her mom to watch her kids even when her husband is off work because he won't watch them.  He barely started watching her oldest who is almost 5.  He is VERY selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that Dan really pisses me off sometimes but he really does put his family first.  He would NEVER make me take them to someone because he didn't want to watch them.  In fact, he gets mad at Dads that say they are 'babysitting' their own kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I realized I don't have it as bad as I sometimes think.  Although, Dan is SO not sympathetic with pregnancy he is still a good Dan and Husband.  After my conversation this morning I called him and told him I loved him because he is a good guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-57535790072398224?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/57535790072398224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=57535790072398224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/57535790072398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/57535790072398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-have-it-so-bad.html' title='I don&apos;t have it so bad'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-8905117551441697007</id><published>2009-01-12T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:11:34.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluck</title><content type='html'>So I started out this morning puking.  Luckily it was over before any kids started arriving.  My kids are used to it by now.  Poor things.  After I took Koleton to school I forced down some breakfast and was feeling pretty good.  This afternoon though I have been so tired and not feeling very good.  The boys had a horrible time sleeping last night so I'm sure that is partly why I am so tired.  They were both in and out of our bed all night.  Yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I had a pretty good weekend.  Dan's niece stayed the night with us Friday.  This is good because we used to have her all the time but ever since his brother became a Moron, I mean a Mormon we NEVER see her.  Well, she begged her dad to stay with us so that was fun.  I took 3 kids to the mall Sat.  I will NOT do that again.  I did end up finding the boys their Easter outfits for cheap.  I was hoping to find a nice coat for McClain for next year but no luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we all went to our friends house and played pictionary.  Dan and I only fought minimally which is good since we usually get so annoyed with each other during this game.  It was good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was more good times.  We all layed around the house and watched a movie until about 10.  Then at 11 I was off to CPS to scrap with some girlfriends.  Had a GREAT time.  Thanks Kristie!  She is so fun and so awesome!  I really enjoy getting away for awhile and hanging with these girls.  There is always LOTS of laughter.  Well thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, J, and K...I am praying for you guys.  You will be OK.  Just hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-8905117551441697007?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8905117551441697007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=8905117551441697007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8905117551441697007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8905117551441697007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/bluck.html' title='Bluck'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3225528555182678794</id><published>2009-01-08T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:10:59.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Produce sale</title><content type='html'>This morning after I dropped Koleton off at school McClain, Zoey and I headed for the Rosauers Produce Sale.  I got so much stuff and I only spent $43!  I have been craving fruit so this sale was perfect for me.  I got oranges, apples, grapefruit, pineapple, onions, potatoes, green peppers, carrots and spinach.  Oh yeah, mushrooms too.  I'm thinking about making fajitas for dinner tomorrow.  I hate shopping when it is busy but this sale is AWESOME!  If you get a chance you should go.  Oh yeah, I also got spaghetti sauce for $.88 a can, 12 yogurts for $5 and they had chicken breast for $1.99 a lb.  I still can't believe I only spent $43!  I love it when I can save a buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as far as being pregnant goes.  I so wish I would have felt this good with the boys.  I hardly even feel pregnant this time.  At least compared to how I felt with the boys.  I lost 20 lbs with Koleton.  Never gained an ounce.  Dr. was always threatening me that he was going to put me in the hospital on IVs.  It was BAD.  Pretty much was the same with McClain.  Except I was only sick for 8 months verses 10 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time though, I really don't get sick until bed time.  Which means no hanky panky for the hubs.  Last night was pretty bad.  I was laying in bed and he opened some saugages up in the kitchen just to put 2 into a new bag and the smell made me soooo sick.  I also need to give the dog a bath because his smell is really  making me sick.  He doesn't really stink but I can't stand his odor.  Smells are getting to me worse this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this pregnancy is so different everyone keeps thinking it is a girl this time.  But I'm not holding my breath until this kid pops out and I know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3225528555182678794?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3225528555182678794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3225528555182678794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3225528555182678794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3225528555182678794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/produce-sale.html' title='Produce sale'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2209147321379225615</id><published>2009-01-06T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:18:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Raining, its Pouring!</title><content type='html'>The old man is snoring.  What is with this weather???  UGH!  I just want to get out of the house and go play outside.  The weather is too nasty to do anything though.  So, instead I'm stuck inside cleaning!  YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scrubbed the sink and now I'm getting ready to move to the bathroom.  The computer room is on the way to the bathroom so I took a pit stop.  I'm gonna scrub the tub and then work on the toilet.  Hopefully, I can get rid of the yuck pee smell thanks to the boys peeing everywhere but IN the toilet!  Can I have a girl this time??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2209147321379225615?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2209147321379225615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2209147321379225615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2209147321379225615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2209147321379225615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='Its Raining, its Pouring!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3058512013204663995</id><published>2008-12-31T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:11:44.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What template are you using?</title><content type='html'>I hate how my blog is set up!  It looks so unorderly and messy!  What template do you guys use?  Help me!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3058512013204663995?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3058512013204663995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3058512013204663995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3058512013204663995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3058512013204663995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-template-are-you-using.html' title='What template are you using?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5649147047072385999</id><published>2008-12-31T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:06:56.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful and full of relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been struggling very much with something big in our lives right now. It was something that I was sure would upset a dear friend very much. She has been struggling as well and I SO badly did not want to hurt her. I have prayed and prayed for help in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came up and I should have known that this friend loves me so much that she isn't mad. Of course it hurts her but she understands. It means so much to me that she is understanding and not mad. What an AWESOME friend! I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love her and I know in my heart that her miracle will happen too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5649147047072385999?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5649147047072385999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5649147047072385999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5649147047072385999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5649147047072385999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-and-full-of-relief.html' title='Thankful and full of relief'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6720540905707893583</id><published>2008-12-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:05:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep walking boy</title><content type='html'>This afternoon Koleton fell asleep on the couch with me.  He was laying beside me.  I got up and he was kinda on the edge but I figured he'd be fine.  Well, he fell off the couch but apparently didn't really wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got back on the couch and then stumbled his way to the kitchen.  He was pulling down his pants.  I asked if he had to go potty.  He yelled NO.  But then he gets next to the garbage and started to stretch on his piggy toes so he could reach the garbage.  He tried to PEE in the garbage!  Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6720540905707893583?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6720540905707893583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6720540905707893583' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6720540905707893583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6720540905707893583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleep-walking-boy.html' title='Sleep walking boy'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2039286626250092946</id><published>2008-12-08T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:57:23.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its supposed to snow this weekend! So, MAYBE we'll have snow this weekend for our sorority Sledding Christmas party! Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2039286626250092946?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2039286626250092946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2039286626250092946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2039286626250092946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2039286626250092946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/guess-what.html' title='Guess what!!!!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4651428177390312917</id><published>2008-12-04T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:11:16.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumalo Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgdAAHMI8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/n9UTkA5FZPE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275998849331897282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgdAAHMI8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/n9UTkA5FZPE/s320/Thanksgiving+08+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgcX2c7qsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_QH-lUJQvBI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275998159543970498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgcX2c7qsI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_QH-lUJQvBI/s320/Thanksgiving+08+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgbc0s9ERI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9ktGcQAt0rA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275997145462018322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgbc0s9ERI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9ktGcQAt0rA/s320/Thanksgiving+08+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking the easy way down the trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgYxvfDatI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cK0xcYnE3qs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994206303906514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgYxvfDatI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cK0xcYnE3qs/s320/Thanksgiving+08+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; McClain had to wear his jammies after he fell in a melted ice puddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgYPcq_5DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cS5deS5mtxQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275993617138181170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgYPcq_5DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cS5deS5mtxQ/s320/Thanksgiving+08+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Koleton in front of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgXfqacYgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Mzb1qCqkX3Q/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275992796193120770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgXfqacYgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Mzb1qCqkX3Q/s200/Thanksgiving+08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4651428177390312917?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4651428177390312917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4651428177390312917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4651428177390312917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4651428177390312917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/tumalo-falls.html' title='Tumalo Falls'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STgdAAHMI8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/n9UTkA5FZPE/s72-c/Thanksgiving+08+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-7603556726482749757</id><published>2008-12-03T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:13:28.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbaP6Y0zSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qt-luc4WcW8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275643980417387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbaP6Y0zSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qt-luc4WcW8/s200/Thanksgiving+08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look we DO love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbZj82842I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6GKNSOkdpgE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275643225166373730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbZj82842I/AAAAAAAAAF8/6GKNSOkdpgE/s200/Thanksgiving+08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nobody would look at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbY3XdR0pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v4TaleVJeu0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275642459212337810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbY3XdR0pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v4TaleVJeu0/s200/Thanksgiving+08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They look like they like each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbYQQa9n6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/l2jCN7jGfyY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275641787308679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbYQQa9n6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/l2jCN7jGfyY/s200/Thanksgiving+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and Dan at Shevlin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbXClmGQHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WLRik5270qU/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275640452962730098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbXClmGQHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WLRik5270qU/s200/Thanksgiving+08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaves at Yaya's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-7603556726482749757?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7603556726482749757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=7603556726482749757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7603556726482749757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7603556726482749757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oregon-pictures.html' title='Oregon Pictures'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/STbaP6Y0zSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qt-luc4WcW8/s72-c/Thanksgiving+08+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1318590709376274281</id><published>2008-12-02T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:40:14.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little late, but still Thankful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very busy last week working on appetizers for the hoity toity part of Dan's family. Turns out the appetizers were a hit! They were very impressed. Huge Relief!!! So, now 10 things I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. My boys, Koleton and McClain-Just Totally Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Dan. He's always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. My dog. He rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. My car, gets me where I need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. My home. Nothing fancy, but its our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. My parents. They are finally helping out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. All the kids I watch. I Truly LOVE all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Rachaell. My longest friend. We are ALWAYS there for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Brenda. Always giving me a laugh when I need it most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Diane. Don't know her much but I LOVE her pretty little baby and her kind words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; listed you by names :)&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/266976613706873086-1318590709376274281?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1318590709376274281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1318590709376274281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1318590709376274281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1318590709376274281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-little-late-but-still-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m a little late, but still Thankful!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1804741000670211068</id><published>2008-11-14T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:07:21.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!  HALLOWEEN PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>Here is the picture from Wasem's.  Koleton was the Hunter and McClain was the deer.  The best part of McClain's costume was his tail.  I have to get some tail pictures from my mom though.  I scanned this pic so I'm not so sure how good it is going to come through.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SR4RtH__T1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/HZz0tax9_Uo/s1600-h/08+halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668081009282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SR4RtH__T1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/HZz0tax9_Uo/s200/08+halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1804741000670211068?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1804741000670211068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1804741000670211068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1804741000670211068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1804741000670211068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-halloween-pictures.html' title='Finally!!!  HALLOWEEN PICTURES!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SR4RtH__T1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/HZz0tax9_Uo/s72-c/08+halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6963946360737966539</id><published>2008-11-13T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:17:13.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been MIA lately.  First Koleton was sick and then I got it.  Koleton was home from school on Monday because he was puking.  He was better Tuesday and then I ended up with it yesterday.  Only I had it coming from both ends.  It was bad enough I had Dan come home from work to help me take care of the kids since I was virtually unable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week I was supposed to attend training for the Policy Council at Koleton's school that I am on.  I had Wed and Thurs off from kids so I could do this.  Well, I ended up staying home on Wed because McClain was sick.  Then by 11am I had a TERRIBLE pain just below my sternum.  It felt a lot like the pain I had when I needed my Gall Bladder out.  Since I don't have my gall bladder any more I didn't know what it was from.  By 1pm it still hadn't gone away so my mom took me to the hospital.  3 hours and a shot of morphine later I was told it was stomach acid that was irritating my stomach lining.  The morphine really didn't do much but finally the pain mostly went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am...I've been taking $100 worth of RX to fix the problem.  Guess what!  It came back tonight.  Last for about 2-3 hours.  It was so bad I had to have my mom come over until Dan got home.  I have a DR appointment in the am and hopefully I can get to the bottom of this pain.  When I say pain I mean debilating, can't speak, only grunt HORRIBLE PAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because I don't have insurance.  I hope its nothing big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6963946360737966539?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6963946360737966539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6963946360737966539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6963946360737966539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6963946360737966539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5700390135149143785</id><published>2008-11-07T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:33:36.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any one need a sitter?</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking I need another kid to watch.  Preferable just Monday-Thursday.  If you hear of anyone let me know.  I've just felt kinda a slow lately.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5700390135149143785?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5700390135149143785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5700390135149143785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5700390135149143785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5700390135149143785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-one-need-sitter.html' title='Any one need a sitter?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6921955096143367252</id><published>2008-11-04T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:22:23.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brag time!</title><content type='html'>I don't have pictures loaded yet but I just found out that Koleton and McClain won the costume contest at Wasem's!  They were SUPER CUTE!  Everyone walking by would stop and say how great it was.  I'll post pics soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6921955096143367252?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6921955096143367252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6921955096143367252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6921955096143367252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6921955096143367252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/brag-time.html' title='Brag time!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5059007970476633685</id><published>2008-10-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:12:36.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the last one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)" href="http://mrsdsblossomsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-tag-tag-tag.html"&gt;Tag Tag Tag Tag!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following with one word:&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Charging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your significant other? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room you’re in?  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby?&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you’re not? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish-list items? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Addition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lewiston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? Lunch&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pet?&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Certainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5059007970476633685?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5059007970476633685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5059007970476633685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5059007970476633685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5059007970476633685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-last-one.html' title='Am I the last one?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6008339761302118758</id><published>2008-10-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:05:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the weekend go?</title><content type='html'>This weekend went by fast!  Dan went hunting Friday and I babysat.  It was a very boring day at home.  Koleton and McClain were both wearing on my patience.  Luckily, Dan came home a little sooner than expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Gymnastics and finish getting stuff for our Halloween costumes.  The Halloween Party was a blast!  Dan was Dog the Bounty Hunter and I was his wife Beth.  We won the best costume prize!  I love my sisters and we always have a great time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty boring.  I felt like crap.  I think I had a stomach bug. Dan was outside most of the day working on his pickup.  So, thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koleton hasn't been to school for the last 2 days.  He was up most of the night Sunday night with a fever and puked once.  I spent the night with him on the couch.  After that night I told Dan I want a comfier couch!  I think he is feeling much better today but he is still sleepy and a little warm.  Hopefully, we will all be back to normal by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6008339761302118758?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6008339761302118758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6008339761302118758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6008339761302118758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6008339761302118758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Where did the weekend go?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6104771539664995618</id><published>2008-10-16T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:54:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not really much to say here.  Babies are napping and Koleton is watching a cartoon.  Hmmm...McClain doesn't have a binky anymore.  He still asks for it but we just distract him.  I am starting some potty training with him too.  I know its early but he already knows what to do on it.  Every time we put him on it he goes a little.  I think it really helps having an older brother to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Spokane on Saturday for a party.  I'm going all by myself!  My parents will have the boys since Dan will be hunting.  I'm not doing any shopping.  Just doing the party then coming home but it will be nice to listen to MY music and not B-I-N-G-O and Mary had a little lamb!  Hopefully it will be a nice drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that fall is here!  It makes me happy.  Fall and Winter are probably my favorite seasons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6104771539664995618?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6104771539664995618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6104771539664995618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6104771539664995618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6104771539664995618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-really-much-to-say-here.html' title=''/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3391553174973962911</id><published>2008-10-08T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:28:51.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We interupt this marriage for hunting season!</title><content type='html'>So, hunting season opens this weekend.  Both Dan and I like to hunt.  In fact, I'm the one that got Dan started hunting.  He was with me when he shot his first deer.  Anyway, he is leaving tomorrow night to go hunting.  I also have my hunting lisence but do you think I get to go?  NOPE.  I get to stay home and take care of the boys.  I guess thats a requirement when you're Mom.  No more fun, no more hunting, boys are glued to me at the hip bone.  Whatever.  I'm not complaining about taking care of my children but why do I have to stay home and he gets to go when we BOTH hunt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I wouldn't be so angry about him going for then ENTIRE weekend but after him getting FURIOUS with me for scrapbooking for 5 hours, I have a little resentment.  He said he just doesn't understand how I could scrapbook for 5 hours!  I don't even get his problem.  The boys were asleep for most of the time anyway!  He can leave for days, weeks at a time but I can't even be gone for 5 hours.  Apparently, I'm supposed to call and check in with him and let him know what I'm doing.  UGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that I always get mad at him for not doing that.  True.  But he'll tell me he's gonna be home in an hour and its ALWAYS 2 or more hours after that.  So, yeah, I'm a little frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the pity party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3391553174973962911?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3391553174973962911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3391553174973962911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3391553174973962911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3391553174973962911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-interupt-this-marriage-for-hunting.html' title='We interupt this marriage for hunting season!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4936260857580302942</id><published>2008-10-03T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:34:12.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this for a group that I'm in.  My Life Stroy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was born Amber Ann Henderson on January 21, 1983 to Gary and Laura Henderson. My mom was only 17 when she gave birth to me. My parents got married when they found out my mom was pregnant. They lived with my grandma until just after I was born and my Dad took a job as a guide with an outfitter. It was his job to guide hunters up the mountains and help them find game and pack it out. This was truly my Dad’s dream job. However, my mom was left in a cabin with no electricity or running water, with a baby! I’m not sure how old I was when my Dad left that job and we moved into town. My parents divorced when I was 3 and the only thing I remember of them being together was when my Dad left he punched a hole in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 4 my mom’s boyfriend moved in with us. He treated me well and we got along pretty well. We didn’t have much money but life was pretty good. My real Dad was always a big part of my life. He would take me back to my mom’s on Sundays and they would always get in a fight. There was a lot of tension between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in about 5th grade I really began to despise my step dad. We fought a lot. He was VERY strict and I was always getting grounded. It wasn’t just for a day either. It was always 2 weeks and to my room. I remember once I got grounded for eating a handful of chips after school with out asking. I REALLY hated my life. I would just sit in my room and cry. I hung out in my room a lot because it was better than being around my step dad. My mom wouldn’t always agree with my punishments but she would NEVER stick up for me. That made me really not like her much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent as much time with my dad as I could. We went camping a lot. He taught me how to shoot and fish. He also bought me a horse. I was in 4-h with my horse and I loved it. It only lasted a couple years because my dad couldn’t afford it anymore. He smoked pot a lot and that took over his life. I was about 10 when he told me and once he did he wasn’t even discreet about it. I remember he would dry the pot leaves in my grandma’s dehydrator. He would smoke in front of me all the time. He also let me drink and I got drunk for the first time with my dad at 10 years old. I don’t know if he was trying to keep me from saying anything about his pot or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer I was 14 my dad and I took a trip to Montana to visit my Uncle and my cousin. It was great. We hiked and camped and that is when I learned how to drive a clutch. On the way home he asked me to come live with him. For the first time he had finally moved out of my grandma’s house. He had a good job, a nice car and for once we all thought he was doing well. He told me he was in rehab and if I was living with him I would give him a reason to stick with it. I said YES. I was really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I had to tell my mom. I did and she really didn’t say much. I thought about it and decided I wanted to continue living with my mom and step dad. I didn’t want to leave my school or friends. When I told my Dad I had changed my mind he blamed it on my mom and was really mad at me. For the first time in my life he hung up the phone with out saying “I love you.” I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks later my Dad called me and said he understood why I changed my mind. He wasn’t mad at me and he loved me. 2 weeks later my grandma came to my house to tell me my Dad killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was my fault. I lost my best friend. I told him everything. My world ended. I had to start my freshman year with out my dad. I was SO angry at my dad. I thought that he didn’t love me enough. I mean, how could he take his own life and hurt me so bad. I felt he was being very selfish. (maybe that’s why I can’t stand selfish people now!) Now I know my dad suffered from depression and was self medicating by using pot. I now know it wasn’t my fault and I’m not as angry with him. I wish my dad was here to see his grand sons and it’s frustrating to know that it was his choice to not be. However, I know that he just couldn’t cope anymore and this was the only way he could get out of the pain he was living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad died I was in counseling for about a year. My mom came with me for awhile. My anger issues with my step father came out. He came to one session with us and never went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 16 or 17 my step dad and I started getting along. I worked almost full time and I matured fast. Maybe that’s what we needed. I now look at my step dad as a father. He loves me and my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Dan when I was 20. I fell pretty hard. I felt like I had to be around him all the time. I would have an anxiety attack if he wanted to be alone. It was crazy. I don’t know why he stayed with me but now I know it was because he wanted to help me. I’m so grateful he did. I started counseling again and got on anti depressants. I think I was so afraid that this man that I loved so much was going to leave me just like my dad did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t and we were married on September 25, 2004. I was about 2 weeks pregnant with Koleton and didn’t know it. I took a pregnancy test the day we got home from our honeymoon. Koleton was born on June 2, 2005 and we had McClain on February 16, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a stay at home mom now and I love my family more than anything. Life is hard sometimes. Marriage is hard sometimes but I truly believe that what doesn’t break you only makes you stronger. I am a stronger person because of my dad and for that I am grateful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it...my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4936260857580302942?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4936260857580302942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4936260857580302942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4936260857580302942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4936260857580302942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wrote-this-for-group-that-im-in-my.html' title='I wrote this for a group that I&apos;m in.  My Life Stroy'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-9140807079057737138</id><published>2008-10-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:34:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor baby</title><content type='html'>McClain is sick.  He has a low grade fever and a snotty nose with goobery eyes to go along with it.  He woke up at 5:45 this morning.  I was already up but I know he just didn't feel good.  I went to Vigs to get some Sinus Rescue with Silver in it so hopefully within 48 days he will be better.  If not then the next step is antibiotics.  He is such a little tender heart anyway and even more so when he is sick.  I just want to snuggle him all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-9140807079057737138?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9140807079057737138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=9140807079057737138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/9140807079057737138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/9140807079057737138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-poor-baby.html' title='My poor baby'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5396680766553374595</id><published>2008-09-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:06:40.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I, or Don't I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, yesterday I started watching a 6 week old baby girl.  She is the sweetest, cutest little thing.  I have to be up by 5am because her mom drops her off around 5:15am.  I thought I would HATE being up that early but it is actually really nice.  I have a few hours of quiet!  Not to mention I'm up with Dan before he heads off to work.  I take the time with no kids and a sleeping baby to get ready for my day.  It is really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So the question is...Do I want another baby?  Most of you would think that having the little girl around would definately make me want another baby, especially a girl.  However, I think it has worked in the opposite way for me.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE babies and love having them around.  But it is nice to send them home at the end of the day.  It really is a lot of work getting a baby ready and lugging around that ridiculously heavy carseat just to go to the store or pick Koleton up from school.  Its nice to be able to tell the boys go get in the car, lets go!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The boys are really pretty independent.  At least when compared to a 6 week old baby.  I love not having to change diapers all day/night.  I Love sleeping through the night!  So, does this make me selfish?  Obviously, this total dependence thing doesn't last long but do I want to do it?  I love my boys and I keep saying I want a girl but now I'm wondering if I really do.  Could I get used to all the girly things?  It is kinda nice being the only girl around.  But it would also be nice to have another girl around to go shopping with and go get nails/hair done with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still up in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5396680766553374595?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5396680766553374595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5396680766553374595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5396680766553374595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5396680766553374595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-i-or-dont-i.html' title='Do I, or Don&apos;t I?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1606376322191570816</id><published>2008-09-24T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:56:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>It started out we were late for school.  Koleton took a late nap on Sunday and would NOT wake up on Monday cause he stayed up too late fighting with us about going to bed.  So, we're running late thanks to Mr. Sleep Head.  Well, he decides to open the car door while I'm putting McClain in his seat.  And SCREAM!!!!  He shut his fingers in the door.  YAY.  It really wasn't that bad but he was CONVINCED he needed a band aid.  Ok, we're late but if it stops the sobbing fine.  So I go running to the house to get a band aid.  I'm locked out!  GREAT!  My keys are in my old purse which is inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was able to get ahold of Dan and get the house keys out of his pickup. &lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he was with carpooling with the other guy this week and his truck was still in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I was scheduled to meet with Miss K and her momma McClain silently awoke from his nap with a poopy diaper.  I realized he was awake when the house started to smell like poop.  So, I go in McClain's room to find he had taken off his poopy diaper and smeared it all over his crib and himself.  YUMMO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting cleaned up when Miss K and her mom showed up.  The boys LOVE babies and were totally all over Miss K and her mom.  They were like little actors.  They were CRAZY.  I'm not sure if Miss K and her mom were impressed.  The boys were off the walls.  They are usually busy but they were totally showing off for the two ladies that were visiting.  Thank God that day is over!  Oh by the way, Miss K is just as cute in person as she is in the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1606376322191570816?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1606376322191570816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1606376322191570816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1606376322191570816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1606376322191570816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1112229215124447955</id><published>2008-09-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:23:01.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This child never ceases to amaze me. He informed me that he had to go poop. So after a few minutes I went in to check on him. I asked if he was done and he said, very matter of factly, "no, me reading a magazine." Oh, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SNKOZLpQisI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xrC2456gQOY/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247413079113763522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SNKOZLpQisI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xrC2456gQOY/s200/McClain+food+coloring+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry to interupt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1112229215124447955?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1112229215124447955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1112229215124447955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1112229215124447955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1112229215124447955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SNKOZLpQisI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xrC2456gQOY/s72-c/McClain+food+coloring+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-7298168772911415548</id><published>2008-09-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:47:09.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koleton's 1st Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was Koleton's first day of Headstart. I am so glad that even though we didn't qualify for the program he was still accepted. I went to Headstart and Koleton has my SAME teacher! It is such a good program!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koleton talking to one of the cooks&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_fz63MSyI/AAAAAAAAADg/vYyFLf9AJoA/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658173976988450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_fz63MSyI/AAAAAAAAADg/vYyFLf9AJoA/s200/McClain+food+coloring+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting on the bench&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0EjBNdI/AAAAAAAAADo/VuRD41v_Yho/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658176576730578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0EjBNdI/AAAAAAAAADo/VuRD41v_Yho/s200/McClain+food+coloring+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking his jacket off with the other kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0XTdiUI/AAAAAAAAADw/g5GGH5OsO7Q/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658181611751746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0XTdiUI/AAAAAAAAADw/g5GGH5OsO7Q/s200/McClain+food+coloring+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking with Teacher Margie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0uo8rWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p6eNvMpFQ8I/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658187875888482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f0uo8rWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p6eNvMpFQ8I/s200/McClain+food+coloring+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting a puzzle together with Jadyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f1OBTX4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AsHIytIK67M/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658196299538306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_f1OBTX4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/AsHIytIK67M/s200/McClain+food+coloring+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McClain didn't like leaving his brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_iRjSO3gI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5nfIXcHcIXY/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660882067283458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_iRjSO3gI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5nfIXcHcIXY/s200/McClain+food+coloring+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when we left my big little boy :(  Washing his hands for snack time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_iR7g8aKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n9nXzaDNvpc/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660888571439266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_iR7g8aKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n9nXzaDNvpc/s200/McClain+food+coloring+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-7298168772911415548?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7298168772911415548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=7298168772911415548' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7298168772911415548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7298168772911415548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/koletons-1st-day.html' title='Koleton&apos;s 1st Day'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SM_fz63MSyI/AAAAAAAAADg/vYyFLf9AJoA/s72-c/McClain+food+coloring+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2562112887115430663</id><published>2008-09-11T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:48:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAY PRAY PRAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my sorority sister's aunt has been in the process of adopting a little boy from Russia for three years. She is actually in Russia at this time starting her 10-day waiting period and received devastating news. You can read her note below at my sister's site. She is asking for prayers THURSDAY (TONIGHT) at 7:00 p.m.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bubblessimplelife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bubblessimplelife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been praying for Mona and HER little boy all day.  This is breaking my heart.  Please pray, cross your fingers, send good vibes or whatever you do please do it.  Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2562112887115430663?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2562112887115430663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2562112887115430663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2562112887115430663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2562112887115430663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-pray-pray.html' title='PRAY PRAY PRAY!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-8968288799950888491</id><published>2008-09-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:00:44.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping trip</title><content type='html'>Dan, the boys and I finally got out of town around 4pm on Friday.  MUCH later that we had thought but it was OK.  By the time we made it to the camp ground there were 3 sites available.  We took the one that we thought would be the best to provide enough room for 2 tents.  It still wasn't very accomidating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our new tent camper all set up and decided to head back into St. Maries because we thought the King Pins were playing but apparently they weren't there until Sat.  So we went to the fair and let the boys play some games.  Those things are total rip offs but the boys still had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to camp it was time for bed.  We struggled for about an hour to get both boys asleep.  Niether like sleeping anywhere other than home so we knew it would be a chore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I were just starting to fall asleep when new campers started arriving to set up their camp.  At 1am!!  ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?  Come on!  Lights were shining on us, car doors slamming around us and people laughing.  We were getting ready to go lay the smack down but realized it wouldn't do any good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning we set out in the car to drive around and find a new place to camp.  We don't like caming like a box of sardines.  That was literally how it was.  We finally found a little spot right on the river.  It was kinda close to the road but other than that it was perfect!  We could fish right in camp and we were by ourselves.  It was plenty big enough for everyone too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun.  Koleton was trying to fish and fell in the river.  It wasn't a very warm day so he just got cold.  I was right there and able to pull him out.  It was swift or anything.  Just cold.  It was fun hanging out with our friends and family and the boys had a lot of fun getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why does my house still look like it was hit by a tornado??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-8968288799950888491?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8968288799950888491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=8968288799950888491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8968288799950888491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8968288799950888491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/camping-trip.html' title='Camping trip'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4812458021293848997</id><published>2008-08-27T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:55:46.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my nice, relaxing weekend</title><content type='html'>So, we are going up to Heyburn State Park to go camping this weekend.  I was really looking forward to this trip as it will be our first "real" camping trip together this year.   Well, someone just rained on my parade.  Dan's Dad just called and said that my brother in law might go as well as Dan's Step sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get along with Dan's brother.  He is selfish and I just don't like him.  I think the feeling is mutual.  I get along OK with his step sister but she is pretty much as trailer trashy as they come.  Oh, and she is gay.  Which doesn't bother me at all but she is just so wierd about it.  She has had 3 kids and all 3 have been taken away.  Just not really who I wanted to spend my weekend with.  There is still a chance they won't come so I'm crossing my fingers.  If they do come I'm going to try to make the best of it.  But I know something is gonna happen to piss me off!  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4812458021293848997?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4812458021293848997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4812458021293848997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4812458021293848997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4812458021293848997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-for-my-nice-relaxing-weekend.html' title='So much for my nice, relaxing weekend'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6378942948478595984</id><published>2008-08-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:53:03.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lord, Help me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuuKI6fHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xhmRZ4bI0_0/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430406186138738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuuKI6fHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xhmRZ4bI0_0/s200/McClain+food+coloring+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, this is not a crime scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvNlvffI/AAAAAAAAACo/mZTZh2Vdf0k/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430424292228594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvNlvffI/AAAAAAAAACo/mZTZh2Vdf0k/s200/McClain+food+coloring+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when you think the boys are watching a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuum46DRI/AAAAAAAAACg/YPa0DBFTl5c/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430413903629586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuum46DRI/AAAAAAAAACg/YPa0DBFTl5c/s200/McClain+food+coloring+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they actually have found the RED food coloring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvoOHJ9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vPkovQHn8_I/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430431440873426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvoOHJ9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vPkovQHn8_I/s200/McClain+food+coloring+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so proud of himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvcQjCuI/AAAAAAAAACw/8NIEm-uLHIg/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430428229864162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuvcQjCuI/AAAAAAAAACw/8NIEm-uLHIg/s200/McClain+food+coloring+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwMJ5FpsI/AAAAAAAAADA/0IevfpvzD2U/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234432021027464898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwMJ5FpsI/AAAAAAAAADA/0IevfpvzD2U/s200/McClain+food+coloring+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwM4GTd5I/AAAAAAAAADI/HQW_74DmyAI/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234432033430927250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwM4GTd5I/AAAAAAAAADI/HQW_74DmyAI/s200/McClain+food+coloring+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwNbJrFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ws4XMpKvTPk/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234432042840298738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwNbJrFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ws4XMpKvTPk/s200/McClain+food+coloring+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HOPE it comes off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwOPLC7II/AAAAAAAAADY/AjdGljbWt4E/s1600-h/McClain+food+coloring+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234432056804699266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRwOPLC7II/AAAAAAAAADY/AjdGljbWt4E/s200/McClain+food+coloring+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND Its not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6378942948478595984?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6378942948478595984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6378942948478595984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6378942948478595984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6378942948478595984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-lord-help-me.html' title='Dear Lord, Help me!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SKRuuKI6fHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xhmRZ4bI0_0/s72-c/McClain+food+coloring+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5152396488013131659</id><published>2008-08-14T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:31:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to get out of town!  We are headed to Spokane tomorrow morning.  We are refinancing our house and sign the papers up there at 10:30 tomorrow.  This is a huge relief.  OUr payment will be higher BUT we will be paying EVERYTHING else off.  YAY!  That will be nice.  So, I get a day off from babysitting to go to Spokane.  I felt bad not being able to sit on Friday but it will be a nice break too.  After we sign our papers we are just going to shop around and play around in Spokane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we will probably be on the lake with my Aunt and Uncle in their boat.  That is always fun.  VERY relaxing.  Saturday night I have a Silpada party at my cousin's house.  This will be my first party on my own so I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be coming home on Sunday, probably fairly early so we can get Dan's stuff ready to go out of town.  He also wants to finish up his tattoo with the boys' names.  We'll see about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to take pictures while we are gone to show you on monday when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we have an ice cream social tonight.  I'm sure the boys will enjoy that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5152396488013131659?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5152396488013131659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5152396488013131659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5152396488013131659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5152396488013131659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4649274521190430928</id><published>2008-08-11T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:08:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Business</title><content type='html'>Thats right. Its official. I am now a registered representative for Silpada Designs. Check out my website mysilpada.com/amber.larreau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4649274521190430928?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4649274521190430928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4649274521190430928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4649274521190430928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4649274521190430928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-business.html' title='I&apos;m in Business'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2231191164898562495</id><published>2008-08-11T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:07:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yardsaling</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend we hit the Genesee City Wide Yard Sale.  It was really a lot of fun.  That is the way to go yard saling.  It was awesome.  The best find I think was a bread maker for $3.  I've already tried it out and it works great!  Genesee is really a cute little town.  Everyone is very friendly too.  One of those towns where everyone knows each other.  That was our big weekend fun.  I went to a babyshower on Sunday.  It was fun too.  I wish the baby was there so I could squeeze her in person though.  I rubbed mom's belly instead.  She is so cute.  So there ya have it.  My exciting weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2231191164898562495?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2231191164898562495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2231191164898562495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2231191164898562495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2231191164898562495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/yardsaling.html' title='Yardsaling'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-179724112078849386</id><published>2008-08-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:37:27.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>I forgot this part.  When dickhead told us he didn't want us driving in the back anymore he DID tell us we could still use the gravel area (where the truck is now) as a parking spot.  Apparently, he changed his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND on top of all this we don't know where the truck keys are.  Dan was going to move it this weekend but we couldn't find the keys.  Luckily, my dad is coming over when he gets off work and we're going to push it.  What a way to start a monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-179724112078849386?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/179724112078849386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=179724112078849386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/179724112078849386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/179724112078849386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-711485618816132162</id><published>2008-08-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:18:31.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna fricking go CRAZY</title><content type='html'>Ok so I just got into it BAD with my neighbor.  Yes, the one that is a jerk and has been since the day we moved in.  Let me give you a little background.  We bought the house from my parents.  They lived here for like 15 years.  They have always parked next to the house which is right next to the neighbors driveway.  Our property line is only 5 feet off of the side of the house.  So when you park there you are actually a few feet on his property.  He never had a problem when my parents did that.  They always drove back there threw our back yard to get access to the back of the property where they parked the camper, snowmobiles and 4 wheelers.  NEVER was a problem when they lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we moved in 3 years ago.  We have a few OLD cars that will be projects in the future.  So, we drove through OUR back yard only about 5-10 extra feet on the neighbors property so we could put them in the very back.  Ok, no problem.  Apparently, after just talking to Dan he did ask the nieghbor if that would be ok.  Sure, just as long as it is not a constant thing.  Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after we moved the dickhead decided he didn't want us driving back there anymore.  So, he was going to put up a fence.  Well, it took him all summer to put in 3 posts.  The posts were only like 3 ft high and it looked like Shit..  Well, we were kinda upset because now we didn't have access back to our cars.  What the hell were we going to do.  So was asked the land owner (yes, dickhead rents the lot) if we could buy an easement.  He said that if the renter didn't want us back there then he didn't want to make him unhappy.  So...we ended up putting up a nice fence and our other neighbor lets us go on his property to get to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I'm out mowing the lawn and he knows that Dan is gone out of town.  I stop to move the picnic table and he yells at me that he called the cops and if we don't move the pickup (which is like 2 ft on his RENTED lot) then he is going to have it towed.  This isn't the first time he has came to ME about things he was unhappy about.  He yelled at our siding guy for backing up right next to our house to unload his materials.  Which by the way the siding guy went up to his door and knocked to ask permission but he never came to the door.  He was only there for less than 10 minutes.  He also yelled at the people that set up the castle for Koleton's party.  And they were only there for like 10 minutes.  So, I'm a little bit pissed that he can't even frickin talk to Dan he waits for him to leave and then takes it up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bit back.  We have been nothing but GOOD neighbors.  We don't party.  We don't do anything to be bad neighbors.  He said we have been nothing but unneighborly since we moved in.  He brought up the fact of us moving the cars in.  He said we didn't ask.  WRONG!  Dan did ask he said it was fine.  He said the siding guy didn't ask, WRONG!  He tried.  And who cares he was unloading his equipment and was done within 10 minutes.  I asked him why he was being such an asshole and what we ever did to him.  I said why were we to assume it would be different for us than it was for my parents.  He said that was my parents not us.  He said that my father in law told him the reason we had to move from the last place was because we were shitty neighbors.  WHAT!  Thats a big fat lie!  I was pregnant!  How rowdy could we have been.  Plus, we OWNED the last place too!  He is a frickin liar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I brought up the fact that he ran into our fence and broke it and we said not to worry about that we would fix it because we knew he wasn't physically able to.  I told him next time it happens we'll call the cops and be the crappy nieghbors he thinks we are.  Once I said that he shut up.  He knew that we could have MADE him fix the fence and pay for the materials but we didn't.  We said accidents happen not a big deal.  Pretty NEIGHBORLY of us don't ya think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its awfully manly of him to wait until my husband leaves town to say anything.  As if I don't have ENOUGH things to deal with!  OMG I'm going to go CRAZY!  I was BAWLING!  I'm done!  I want to kick him!  Where it REALLY hurts!  You asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-711485618816132162?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/711485618816132162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=711485618816132162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/711485618816132162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/711485618816132162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-gonna-fricking-go-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m gonna fricking go CRAZY'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5378091399256011737</id><published>2008-08-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:57:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the Cowboys go??</title><content type='html'>Where is everyone??  I miss you.  Blog, blog, blog.  What happened to K baby's mom?  And my sista from another motha?  Did Rosie take Bren with her when she passed?  Where is everyone???????  AAAAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5378091399256011737?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5378091399256011737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5378091399256011737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5378091399256011737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5378091399256011737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-did-all-cowboys-go.html' title='Where did all the Cowboys go??'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-59715870745189732</id><published>2008-07-31T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:55:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come ON!!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored!  Would someone flippin blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-59715870745189732?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/59715870745189732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=59715870745189732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/59715870745189732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/59715870745189732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-on.html' title='Come ON!!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5613807221737866749</id><published>2008-07-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:31:47.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was fair. Friday night we went to a pool party at my parents friends house.  They have a REAL pool!  I have known all these people since I was a little girl so it was nice to see them all again.  The boys had a blast in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was great! My parents came and picked up the boys and took them to Kooskia.  They got to visit my grandma and had fun.  I hung out with the sistas and made some hats for the cancer patients. I was sent home with homework and I actually finished them yesterday! Woot Woot! I always laugh so much with the girls. I love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went and listened to Candlebox at Rockin' on the River.  We sat outside the gates with the boys for a little while.  We were in the paper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we drove up to Diane's house so Dan could look at her son's car that needs some body repair.  We hung out there until about 11 and came home.  It was a pretty fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Dan was busy working on painting some fenders so we didn't do much.  Just hung around the house.  All in all it was a good weekend.  I would have liked to see Dan more but I guess thats how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5613807221737866749?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5613807221737866749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5613807221737866749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5613807221737866749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5613807221737866749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1941669400355389144</id><published>2008-07-21T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:46:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes even though I stay home I still have those typical Mondays. It has been interesting around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was decent. Dan worked on a car Friday and Saturday. I cleaned our friends house on Friday night and Saturday to make some extra money. Turns out I did such a good job he wants me to clean 1x a week. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITm2PwdRhI/AAAAAAAAACI/UKsQZQNWGUM/s1600-h/Spring+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225555287273719314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITm2PwdRhI/AAAAAAAAACI/UKsQZQNWGUM/s200/Spring+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we skipped church. Bad I know. But we went down to the dykes and went on a bike ride. We rode from the duck ponds by kiwanis park down to Hells Gate. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITnVzY7ZhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y15hAYEiQl4/s1600-h/Spring+08+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225555829414651410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITnVzY7ZhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y15hAYEiQl4/s200/Spring+08+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our dog with us so we stopped a few times to let him go down to the river for a drink. He's a husky so he gets pretty warm. For a husky he LOVES the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got to Hells gate we took a swim break. We were there for 20-30 minutes. We got 3/4 of the way back and Kootenai just kept getting slower and slower. Of course we stopped a couple times to let him get a rest on the way back too. Well just before the boat dock he looked up and me and just stopped on the path and laid down. I yelled at Dan that the dog was done. So, I found some shade and stayed with Koot while Dan and the boys rode back to the car and came back for us. Poor dog! I felt so bad. I guess he's not in as good of shape as we thought. He was a good sport though!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITmg--hHOI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZbZZX1-RcEo/s1600-h/McClain"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225554921992035554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITmg--hHOI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZbZZX1-RcEo/s200/McClain%27s+1st+bday+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1941669400355389144?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941669400355389144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1941669400355389144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1941669400355389144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1941669400355389144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-monday.html' title='Its Monday!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SITm2PwdRhI/AAAAAAAAACI/UKsQZQNWGUM/s72-c/Spring+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2490802428386557832</id><published>2008-07-16T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:31:13.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats for dinner</title><content type='html'>Ok so hubs works out of town Mon-Thurs.  So every week I cook him something to take for dinner.  Well, I'm out of ideas.  Do you guys have any recipes for something cheap and easy and will travel well??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2490802428386557832?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2490802428386557832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2490802428386557832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2490802428386557832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2490802428386557832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-for-dinner.html' title='Whats for dinner'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-166907800033436560</id><published>2008-07-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:52:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today is Wednesday right?  YAY!  Dan comes home tomorrow.  Hopefully, he won't be as busy as he was last weekend.  He does need to paint a couple things but he's down to the easy parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to start working on our house.  We have to go under the house and jack up the floors.  They have started to sag in a few areas.  We need to remove old&lt;br /&gt;sheet rock and put up new on the outside walls.  Once that is done we can finish the trim on the windows.  I'm so excited to get that done because then we can rip up the carpet and put down the hard wood we have.  Then I can re paint the walls and start getting my house back!  OMG!  There is sooo much to do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-166907800033436560?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/166907800033436560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=166907800033436560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/166907800033436560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/166907800033436560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hump-day.html' title='Hump day'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5252773118466886128</id><published>2008-07-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:40:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More bloggin'</title><content type='html'>My goal for the week:  More blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try!!!  The rest of my week will be busy with babies but I'm going to try to make time for this.  My biggest problem is not knowing what to blog about.  I always feel like I'm throwing myself a pity party when I blog.  I HATE that.  But it is also nice to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, money is REALLY tight right now.  That is stressing me out a little.  Dan asked me if I wanted to do something this weekend.  I'm like WE HAVE NO MONEY.  We can't even go for a drive cause gas is so frickin' expensive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get started in Silpada.  So if anyone wants to have a party just to help me get going that would be awesome!  Hosting a party is a GREAT way to get free jewelry too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get Koleton into Headstart.  We make too much money though.  The only way he will get in is if they don't have enough qualifying applicants.  We have a meeting today at 3:30.  I'm not holding my breath.  Anyone know of any other alternatives that won't cost me an arm and a leg.  I want Koleton to start off ahead of the game.  I think Pre-school is very important but  VERY expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time scrapping Friday night.  I think we need to make this a monthly thing.  It was a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5252773118466886128?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5252773118466886128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5252773118466886128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5252773118466886128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5252773118466886128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-bloggin.html' title='More bloggin&apos;'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-7877644514224962262</id><published>2008-07-09T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:46:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need sleep!</title><content type='html'>On top of everything else I barely got any sleep last night.  I stayed up watching Without A Trace until 11pm.  I was just getting ready to fall asleep at 11:30 when McClain woke me up.  He was up until 1:30am.  I nursed him, I sat with him, I put him in his crib.  He cried for 30-45 minutes when so I finally decided to bring him to bed with me.  But not until after Koleton woke up and decided to come sleep with me.  So, McClain's in his bed crying and Koleton says to me, "Mama, CainCain want you."  So I had to flip floppin, bed hoggin, feet sprawlin boys in bed with me.  I did not sleep well at all!  Then McClain decided to wake up at 6:30!  UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-7877644514224962262?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7877644514224962262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=7877644514224962262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7877644514224962262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7877644514224962262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-sleep.html' title='I need sleep!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-9007045794523384157</id><published>2008-07-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:03:16.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Life has been so crazy.  Dan's Grandma in California passed away 2 weeks ago today.  The Thursday after we decided we were going to drive down there.  I got to Umatilla to meet Dan and with the advice of some family members we decided not to go.  So, I missed my much needed girls night out.  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we left for a week long camping trip with Dan's Mom's side of the family.  Dan stayed the night and then had to leave for work on Sunday night.  I was left with the 2 boys camping until Friday morning with Dan's family.  His Aunt and Uncle from Portland are YUPPIES!  Everything they eat is organic and gourmet.  Ever heard of an organic hot dog?  Yep we had em.  It was crazy.  You weren't allowed to poke a tree (with your finger) because you might hurt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time Dan got there Friday morning I was ready for a break.  Chasing around 2 boys under 3 while camping isn't very relaxing.  It didn't get much better when Dan was there.  He was busy doing other stuff and I still had to take care of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good trip but very tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday when I got home I was busy unpacking and cleaning and doing laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered something that made me EXTEMELY upset.  It is slightly better now but a very hard thing to understand and get over.  Thank goodness I had good friends to talk to and feed me :)  I didn't want to be alone and it was nice that I didn't have to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its taken me 2 different sit downs to get this out so I'm not sure how much sense it has made.  All I know is that I am SO ready for scrapbook night and I still have NO idea what my project will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-9007045794523384157?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9007045794523384157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=9007045794523384157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/9007045794523384157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/9007045794523384157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-6054576648824428704</id><published>2008-07-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:43:22.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to leave again</title><content type='html'>So, my life has been so crazy lately.  I'm not sure if I can handle much more.  This will have to be short.  I think the boys escaped outside.  BUT yesterday was HORRIBLE!  It was like dating drama all over again.  I mean, are you serious???  Remember RESPECT?  Oh, so sorry it slipped your mind.  I guess my feelings don't matter.  I have to go for now.  I will blog more later.  I just want a normal life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-6054576648824428704?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6054576648824428704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=6054576648824428704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6054576648824428704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/6054576648824428704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-leave-again.html' title='I want to leave again'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3170675711976173517</id><published>2008-06-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:47:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is of the ESSENCE</title><content type='html'>I know that since I stay home I should be on here more.  But I honestly have a hard time even finding time to read the blogs let alone write one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have someone needing my attention.  For those of you who do it you know that it is hard work being a stay at home mom.  It was so much easier when I was able to just get up get ready and drop Koleton off at daycare.  The house stayed clean because we weren't home to mess it up.  All I had to worry about all day was my daily work.  I had the TIME to get it done.  No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to get up make breakfast get the kids ready so we are ready for the other kids I watch to arrive.  When they get here its time for entertainment.  Everyday is different.  The entire time I'm chasing after them cleaning up behind them.  It is never ending but yet my house is always a mess.  Then its lunch and clean up after that.  AFter everyone leaves its time to serve my kiddos dinner.  Then bath time and HOPEFULLY bedtime, which never comes easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to get away it never fails that SOMEONE is getting into SOMETHING their not SUPPOSED to.  UGH!  So, I'm sorry if I don't blog often.  I want to, I just can't find the time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3170675711976173517?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3170675711976173517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3170675711976173517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3170675711976173517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3170675711976173517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-is-of-essence.html' title='Time is of the ESSENCE'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3968507588614389876</id><published>2008-06-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:00:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a baby anymore</title><content type='html'>So Koleton has graduated to Pre-School.  In gymnastics that is.  He's been doing gymnastics since he was about 18 months old.  Now that he is 3 he is in the next class up.  It was so crazy to watch last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his Buddy and Me class the parents had to go out with the kids and help them through the course.  Koleton would always run around and go crazy.  He wouldn't follow the course and just do what he felt like doing.  So, I was a little scared at how it would be without Dan or I out there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise he did AWESOME!  He waited his turn, he did what the teacher told him and was such a good little boy.  I was so PROUD of him!  It makes me so happy but so sad at the same time.  My baby is growing up!  It is so much fun though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3968507588614389876?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3968507588614389876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3968507588614389876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3968507588614389876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3968507588614389876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-baby-anymore.html' title='Not a baby anymore'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1730877518545011363</id><published>2008-06-09T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:11:19.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SE1jvB24PaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ISsUaQlcGdI/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209930003541147042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SE1jvB24PaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ISsUaQlcGdI/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He always has &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to throw that in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SE1j-7ASJGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oG2GS3Zexbw/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209930276579452002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SE1j-7ASJGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/oG2GS3Zexbw/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;McClain's name will be under Koleton's&lt;br /&gt;The Gargoyle is a protector.  He's holding&lt;br /&gt;a hammer and chisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1730877518545011363?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1730877518545011363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1730877518545011363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1730877518545011363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1730877518545011363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SE1jvB24PaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ISsUaQlcGdI/s72-c/Ks+3rd+bday+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5736590006467798390</id><published>2008-06-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:51:17.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend sucked.  It just plain sucked.  I don't see Dan all week and then he comes home on the weekend and I still barely see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was MUCH better.  Friday afternoon we did some errands together as a family + one.  We had Z the little girl as watch with us.  She is so stinkin' cute!  Then Fri night Aunt Shell and Uncle Ronnie watched the boys for us so we could have a date.  It was so nice of them to offer and we took full advantage of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at the Quality Inn for dinner.  OMG it was SO yummy!  Worth every penny.  I was feeling guilty about spending that much on dinner but we NEVER do that and it was EXCELLENT.  After dinner we stopped a "fun" store and bought a goodie.  We picked up the boys by 10.  They were both fast asleep.  They really like spending time with Aunt Shell and Uncle Ronnie and Koleton is always asking about them.  So it was good for everyone I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat I went to coffee with the girls.  It was a good time.  So nice to sit and chat and have some "adult" interaction.  After coffee we went to Sears to have Koleton's pictures done.  He did such a good job.  He is super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we just hung out.  Went to the gym with the boys and swam.  That was fun.  The pool was a little chilly though.  Saturday night Dan got the UFC fight on paperview and we had some friends over.  Koleton and their daughter played really well.  They had a pillow fight and took turns flying around the living room.  It felt good to really laugh and have fun with friends and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to breakfast and then came home and did some yard work.  Dan also had some more added to his tattoo of Koleton's name.  Once again we took the boys to some friends' house so I could tag along.  I think we have finally realized how important it is to have alone time together.  Regardless of how boring it is it is important.  This weekend was so much better and I think it will make this week better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm babysitting until 1:30 then I'm just going to hang out with my boys for awhile.  I'm going to go to the gym and workout.  Its funny that I am looking forward to the gym.  I am going to workout and read my book.  It will be my alone time for the day and I am looking forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5736590006467798390?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736590006467798390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5736590006467798390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5736590006467798390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5736590006467798390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-better-weekend.html' title='Much better weekend'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-536731094653320384</id><published>2008-06-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:27:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bfunone.blogspot.com/2008/06/fives.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing five years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dating Hubby, working, Having Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Take a shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Babysit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Go to Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Go on date with Hubby (thanks Rachaell!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are five snacks you enjoy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Artichoke dip w/ pita chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;five things would you do if you were a billionaire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Pay off ALL bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. By some land and build a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Go on an exotic vacation with NO kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Probably have another baby (girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Pay off my parent's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are five of your bad habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Not standing up for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Eating cause I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Playing with my Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Cafe Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Biting my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are five places where you have lived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Kamiah, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Lewiston, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Lewiston, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Lewiston, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Lewiston, ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What are five jobs you've had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; 1. Babysitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Gun Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Taco Bell (3 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Receptionist at Hall Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Valley Ear Nose and Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-536731094653320384?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/536731094653320384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=536731094653320384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/536731094653320384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/536731094653320384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/fives-what-were-you-doing-five-years.html' title=''/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5482037760360704150</id><published>2008-06-03T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:48:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Party Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWDHXMMnVI/AAAAAAAAABg/zgT68EX_91c/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207712706631343442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWDHXMMnVI/AAAAAAAAABg/zgT68EX_91c/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and CainCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWAtHMMnQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Xlh3M4w9Xpk/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207710056636521730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWAtHMMnQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Xlh3M4w9Xpk/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's 3!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWBEnMMnRI/AAAAAAAAABA/2RAKS3ilWJs/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207710460363447570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWBEnMMnRI/AAAAAAAAABA/2RAKS3ilWJs/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McClain Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWBzHMMnSI/AAAAAAAAABI/GF205hQUFBE/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207711259227364642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWBzHMMnSI/AAAAAAAAABI/GF205hQUFBE/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Koleton and his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriend Sadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWCI3MMnTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zBb-07cmBv8/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207711632889519410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWCI3MMnTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zBb-07cmBv8/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koleton's Birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cupcake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWCtnMMnUI/AAAAAAAAABY/T18XuyObF70/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207712264249711938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWCtnMMnUI/AAAAAAAAABY/T18XuyObF70/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McClain really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoyed his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cupcake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWDq3MMnWI/AAAAAAAAABo/bGHxs_I-nP0/s1600-h/Ks+3rd+bday+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207713316516699490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWDq3MMnWI/AAAAAAAAABo/bGHxs_I-nP0/s200/Ks+3rd+bday+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5482037760360704150?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5482037760360704150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5482037760360704150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5482037760360704150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5482037760360704150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-party-pics.html' title='Some Party Pics'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SEWDHXMMnVI/AAAAAAAAABg/zgT68EX_91c/s72-c/Ks+3rd+bday+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5004842550517329808</id><published>2008-06-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:08:16.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend.</title><content type='html'>Dan didn't get home until Friday at 7:30.  He had to work an extra day since they had Monday off.  Him coming home a day later really made the weekend fly by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday we went to breakfast at Zany's.  It was a much better experience than our first time there for breakfast.  We ended up getting 2 coupons for 2 free breakfasts on each.  I think they forgot to put the cheese on my omelette though.  I had an appt at 10:45 so I didn't want to complain and be late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment was for a Massage, Pedicure and Body wrap that I got for Mother's Day.  The massage was nice.  Definately not my favorite but hey.  My toes look purty from my pedicure.  I got french tips.  Pretty for summer.  The body wrap was a little cheesey.  My hubby basically paid an extra $35 for me to be covered in an electric blanket after my massage.  I would say it was a RIP OFF!  Dan wasn't very happy when he heard that was all it was but he didn't know.  It was still very relaxing and I enjoyed every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for Dan to pick me up I wandered across the street to CPS and found Brenda there.  Big surprise!  It was nice to visit with her for awhile though.  I love her wit!  I could hang with her all day!  She is so much fun and so genuine!  But my ride arrived and I had to part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...Sunday was the BIG BIRTHDAY PARTY.  Koleton was turning 3 and we had rented a big blow up jumping castle with a wet/dry slide.  Well after watching it pour down rain all morning I was starting to get a little worried.  So, Dan called and asked if we could change it to the Gymnastics Building.  They said sure, so we were set to have the party from 6-8 instead of 2-4.  So we called EVERYONE and told them the new place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to clear up in the afternoon and Dan decided he wanted to have the castle after all.  SO, he called and they said sure.  So we had the castle from 6-8.  We didn't use water cause it was still a little cool but the kids had a LOT of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koleton got a lot of presents.  I always worry about the present part.  I really want my kid to appreciate every gift as much as the other.  Well, everytime he opened clothes he would just throw them aside and want the next gift.  I don't want him to think that is all birthdays are about.  I used to hate it when I would see kids open a gift and throw it aside before even looking at it.  Now my kid is doing that.  UGH!  I tried to make him relax and enjoy each gift a little before the next.  But everytime he was done opening one there was another kid RIGHT there stuffing another gift in his face to open.  Is this normal for kids?  Am I expecting too much from my 3 year old to appreciate clothes just as much as the toys.  It makes me want to request no gifts at his next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a short but good weekend.  I didn't get to see Dan as much as I would have liked.  His working out of town is really starting to get to me.  Even when he gets home he has other stuff to do than spend time with his wife and kids.  I'll blog more about that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5004842550517329808?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5004842550517329808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5004842550517329808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5004842550517329808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5004842550517329808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend.'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-825836034881581833</id><published>2008-05-29T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:05:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hiney hurts</title><content type='html'>So much for a nice restful weekend.  We went to Hayburn State Park for our annual family get together.  This year my cousin got married on Sat.  It was the Cheesiest wedding I've ever been to.  But whatever works for them I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the wedding Dan and I decided to go for a bike ride.  He told me the bike path was really flat.  YEAH RIGHT!  So after a couple miles I had enough and we decided to turn back.  Good thing too because it started to rain on our way back.  My butt hurt soooo frickin bad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came back Sunday.  I did a crap load of laundry and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I got up made breakfast and Dan went out to work on a car.  I mowed both the front and back yard.  Then around 1 Dan decided he wanted to go fishing at Mann's lake.  Ok, I thought that sounds like fun.  BUT he wanted to ride our bikes out there.  OH MY GOSH!!!  We live half a block from Thain.  I don't know how I did it but I made it out there.  MY BUTT HURT SOOO BAD!  It felt like I had just given birth.  I'm so serious!  It hurt so bad I thought there was no way I would make it home.  So I called my step dad and he came and rescued me!  My ARSE still hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-825836034881581833?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/825836034881581833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=825836034881581833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/825836034881581833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/825836034881581833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-hiney-hurts.html' title='My Hiney hurts'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-548038511395205433</id><published>2008-05-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:48:19.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in ghosts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So the strangest thing happened last night.  I think my son sees Dead People.  This is what happened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was 9:30pm (I know Koleton should have been in bed, but he just wouldn't go).  Koleton is laying on the couch and he asks me, "mama why that guy up there?" and points to the ceiling.  What?? I say.  He repeats.  Ok, I'm freaked out.  I call Dan and he's like WHOA.  He tells me to bat at the spot on the ceiling where Koleton is pointing.  Ummmm...NO.  I'll pass.  So, I ask Kolte if the 'guy' is still there.  He says yeah, all the way up there at the top.  Once again, pointing to the ceiling.  He's kinda giggling and it didn't seem to bother him.  So, what do you guys think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-548038511395205433?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/548038511395205433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=548038511395205433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/548038511395205433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/548038511395205433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-believe-in-ghosts.html' title='Do you believe in ghosts?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3361804293225074346</id><published>2008-05-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:41:42.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal</title><content type='html'>So over the weekend I was at the cabin with my sorority &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sista's&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a great time.  I feel much closer to them now.  I love all my sisters so much.  It was nice to get home and see the boys and Dan though.  I missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I started feeling really crummy.  My left breast hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; bad and I started running a fever.  By midnight my temp was 103.  I decided to go to the ER because Dan was leaving at 2 am and I had nobody to watch the boys.  So I drove my self to the Hospital.  Don't ask me how, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; out of it.  By the time I got there my temp had went up and I was miserable.  I was in and out within an hour.  I think they felt sorry for me.  I kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appoligizing&lt;/span&gt; 'cause I hate going to the ER for stupid stuff.  I told them that I Dan was leaving and I had no one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, turns out I have Mastitis.  It is a breast infection.  Pretty much an infected milk duct.  You can get it when you are nursing.  I've had it before and it completely knocked my down.  It is like the flu but worse.  I denied any pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; so that McClain doesn't get doped up too.  I spent the day at my parents yesterday so I could sleep and rest a little.  Thank God for that.  I am feeling SO much better today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very happy end to the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3361804293225074346?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3361804293225074346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3361804293225074346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3361804293225074346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3361804293225074346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to normal'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-170528457406029179</id><published>2008-05-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:57:51.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Assume Anything</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the 2 boys I babysit until about 1.  I hadn't taken a shower before they came over so I had to take one when they left and before sorority.  So, I layed McClain down and set Koleton on the chair with a movie.  I thought all was good.  McClain was making NO sounds so I ASSUMED he was asleep.  Koleton was totally zoned out in front of the movie and I ASSUMED he would fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about half way through my shower Koleton comes running in, "Mommy Cain fell out."  Hmmm..."Cain fell out I repeat."  "Yes" he says.  "Cain fell out of his crib?"  "Yes" he repeats.  During the conversation I learn that this is true as I can hear McClain's cries getting louder and louder and then he appears in the bathroom.  He appears to be fine and is no longer crying once he sees me so I continue my shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is no such thing as a nice, peaceful shower anymore.  I'm SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had sorority last night and it was my program.  So I took the boys to our friends house (the ones that I babysit for).  Koleton always has a really good time there playing with Hunter downstairs in the playroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at about 9pm I get a call from the Dad asking me to bring back the carpet shampooer I had borrowed.   I found out why they needed it back when I picked up the boys.  Apparently, Koleton had found a bottle of lotion and squirted it EVERYWHERE.  He also bit Maddox the 18 month old.  So, he was in time out pretty much the entire time he was there.  I was SO embarrassed that my kid was so NAUGHTY.  It really bothered me.  I felt so bad that I had left my kid at their house and he was nothing but trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Dan and told him what happened.  I was crying while I was talking to him.  He told me I need to get a handle on him.  WHAT?!?!?  I am home with the boys by myself all week!  I've tried everything.  Maybe if he was home to help out it would be different.  I can't even get him to pee IN the toilet for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-170528457406029179?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/170528457406029179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=170528457406029179' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/170528457406029179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/170528457406029179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-assume-anything.html' title='Never Assume Anything'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-3935251414954945918</id><published>2008-05-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:41:31.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...Okay</title><content type='html'>So, I really don't know what to blog about so this will probably be really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took McClain to the Dr today because he was pretty wheezy yesterday.  Of course, its just  a virus.  I knew it but at least I feel better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan will be coming home tonight!!!  YAY!  I'm excited to have him home for a few days.  He'll be busy doing body work on a car for a guy but at least he'll be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koleton is definately pushing my buttons more now that Dan is gone.  This always happens when Dan is out of town.  I'm not sure what to do with him but I guess we'll get through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that we will be getting our tax stimulus check soon.  Hopefully, tomorrow.  We are trying to refinance and it looks good if we have some money in the bank cause we sure don't have any right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes you happy Brenda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-3935251414954945918?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3935251414954945918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=3935251414954945918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3935251414954945918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/3935251414954945918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ummmokay.html' title='Ummm...Okay'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-1431082321014339802</id><published>2008-04-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T08:04:42.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The woes of Pee Pee</title><content type='html'>OK, so we have been working on potty training Koleton since before Christmas.  Let me tell you that really tries a person's patience.  First he would only go pee on the toilet.  Then he would do both about half on the toilet and half in his undies.  Let me tell you, You MUST have a strong stomach as a mom or dad even unless you want to buy stock in the baby undies department.  YUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now he is almost completely potty trained.  We still put a pull up on him at night as he does have the occasional wet nights.  This is GREAT but he is a BIG BOY now and insists on doing it all by himself.  He won't just sit on the toilet he must stand now.  He has to do it like Hunter.  Hunter is the 4 year old that I watch.  So now EVERYTIME I go in to use the bathroom I must clean up a pee puddle first.  It is all around the toilet, on the floor, EVERYWHERE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO once again, I say "I WANT A GIRL!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-1431082321014339802?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1431082321014339802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=1431082321014339802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1431082321014339802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/1431082321014339802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/woes-of-pee-pee.html' title='The woes of Pee Pee'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-8570791651222930071</id><published>2008-04-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:50:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a Construction Worker</title><content type='html'>So...You may or may not know that Dan used to work for a Custom Body Shop in town.  It will remain nameless in order to protect the GUILTY!  Anyway, he was the shop foreman and he LOVED what he did.  Well, last September things went crazy and the owner decided to make some "changes" because the shop wasn't doing so hot.  The real reason it wasn't doing great is because the owner was never there and he spent more money than the shop was making.  So, Dan had to find new employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to construction here we come.  Now, don't get me wrong.  It is a good living and Dan likes doing construction also.  He really likes to have something to show after all of his hard work.  He is making more money doing construction than he was at the body shop.  There is a LOT less drama too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I HATE CONSTRUCTION!!!  When spring/summer comes he is always out of town.  WAHHAHHAH!!!  The boys and I got spoiled I guess from him being home working most of the winter.  But today is the day he left for the next out of town job.  I seriously feel like a single mom when he is gone.  He won't be back until Thurday night.  Then when he gets home he has so much stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a bug to work on for a guy and has freinds to help out.  I don't mind this AT ALL as our friends have helped us out SO MUCH in the last few months.  Oh well, at least I can watch him sleep on Thursday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my bitch of the week.  I promise I'll start blogging about happier things!  I'm ready for the week now though.  Bring it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachaell, you better come ready to sweat 'cause I'm ready to kick some serious ass today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-8570791651222930071?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8570791651222930071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=8570791651222930071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8570791651222930071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/8570791651222930071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-of-construction-worker.html' title='The life of a Construction Worker'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5652997547578544578</id><published>2008-04-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:16:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little vent</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.  Today has been a day.  I have 5 kids under my care.  At 4:30 I have to leave to go work at the Day Care in Adcope.  I have to drop McClain off with my dad first though because he is sick.  Poor baby.  He just doesn't feel good and he pukes every once in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a week of non-stop kids, it looks like I'll have a weekend full of kids too.  Dan found a pole building that he can have as long as he gets it torn down and gone by the weekend.  Its good news, it will save us a LOT of money when we start building our shop but I won't be seeing him at all this weekend.  Then...he is working out of town next week!  ARE YOU SERIOUS!  I hate out of town jobs.  I'll be a single mom more than I already am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5652997547578544578?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5652997547578544578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5652997547578544578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5652997547578544578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5652997547578544578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-vent.html' title='A little vent'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-461087804974922187</id><published>2008-04-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:33:55.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel down.</title><content type='html'>I am going through a trying time in my life right now.  I feel lost and I don't know what to do.  Have you ever felt like something is missing in your life?  I do.  I feel selfish even saying that.  I have more than most women will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 beautiful boys.  I have an awesome, hardworking husband.  My hubby works his ass off so I can stay home and raise our boys.  I have a roof over my head and shoes on my feet.  What more do I need, right.  I have everything that should make me happy.  I have everything that I EVER wanted to have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel like this.  I just feel so selfish.  I am really struggling right now.  Am I falling into depression.  Lets face it.  Depression runs in my family.  I don't know if it is genetic or not but I've had my family tell me it is.  My Dad committed suicide when I was 14 for crying out loud.  Lately, I've been struggling with that more too.  Its been almost 11 years and I have accepted it for a long time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I honestly say I don't know what I want.  No.  I know what I want.  I've tried to get it but nothing ever changes.  I've talked until I'm blue in the face and nothing ever changes.  I guess I just shouldn't waste my breath on it anymore.  I'll just get over myself and be happy with the wonderful life that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought this would make me feel better but it really hasn't.  Sorry for the pitty party :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-461087804974922187?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/461087804974922187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=461087804974922187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/461087804974922187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/461087804974922187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-down.html' title='I feel down.'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-5454249000929485411</id><published>2008-04-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:25:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy one for me.  I've been working at the Chiro's office and babysitting.  This has all made me realize I need to simplify and organize.  I read somewhere about making dinner menus at least a week in advance.  So, I did that.  I hate trying to figure out what to make at dinner time.  Do we have everything that is needed?  I hate finding out I'm missing an ingredient when I 'm right in the middle of cooking.  So, I made my menu and at the same time made my grocery list for next week.  I think this will be soooo much easier.  Why didn't I do this a LONG time ago?  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I will be babysitting 2 boys full time.  This will take some getting used to.  I won't be able to go run errands during the week anymore.  But that is a good thing.  The more I stay at home the less money I spend and the more money I will be making.  This is a VERY good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like Dan will be going out of town again in the next week or so.  That TOTALLY sucks!  The boys and I have enjoyed him being home so much.  I'm not looking forward to the whole transition and the boys missing their daddy.  It really does affect their behavior.  They get sick of seeing my face all the time.  I can't say that I blame them.  We cannot open a business soon enough.  But Dan is saying he doesn't see it happening until 3-5 years from now.  We'll be working on things and will do it as soon as possible.  It is scary to think about though when the economy is falling.  Not a great time to start a business.  But we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends...Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-5454249000929485411?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5454249000929485411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=5454249000929485411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5454249000929485411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/5454249000929485411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-week-has-been-busy-one-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-7490274358175310402</id><published>2008-03-24T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:19:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>The boys had a fun Easter.  We hit 2 hunts and hid eggs at my parent's house.  Yesterday we had dinner with my parents.  Koleton was having a great time and then he suddenly started crying and was being really whiney.  We figured that he was just tired and had probably had too much candy.  When we got home we watched cartoons for a little bit and then it was time to hit the sack.  McClain was exhausted and laid right down.  Koleton tried to go to sleep but kept waking up and rubbing his cheek saying "owie."  I debated on whether or not I should take him into the hospital.  After a late call to my mom we just drugged him up with motrin and rubbed baby orajel in his mouth (I thought maybe he was cutting a molar)  Well after a not restfull night at all I checked his temp this am and it was slightly elevated so I decided to take him into the Dr.  Turns out the little pumpkin has an ear infection.  Poor baby!  He is sleeping now.  Lord knows he needs it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-7490274358175310402?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7490274358175310402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=7490274358175310402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7490274358175310402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/7490274358175310402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-easter-weekend.html' title='The end of Easter Weekend'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4905799826044601539</id><published>2008-03-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:50:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know where or when there are Easter Egg hunts this weekend??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4905799826044601539?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4905799826044601539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4905799826044601539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4905799826044601539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4905799826044601539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-2390894724229173431</id><published>2008-03-19T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:49:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling guilty??</title><content type='html'>So Dan must have been feeling guilty about the whole hair thing b/c this morning when I went to take a shower I noticed that he had put up the new shower head we had bought a few weeks ago.  It is Chrome.  Do any of my Martha Stewart's out there know how to keep it from building up hard water crap?  I realize I need to clean it Ha Ha!  But is there something I can spray on it after every shower to keep it shiney?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-2390894724229173431?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2390894724229173431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=2390894724229173431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2390894724229173431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/2390894724229173431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-guilty.html' title='Feeling guilty??'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-215042013517091823</id><published>2008-03-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:44:33.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So after arriving home after an interesting Sorority meeting I was greeted by my two boys who had just received haircuts!  Koleton needed a hair cut but now he looks like he joined the Army.  He barley has any hair left!  I guess at least he is nice and trim now.  The part that really pissed me off was McClain's hair cut.  I have told Dan at least 3 times that I wanted to cut it.  I showed him how I wanted it cut (just a little trim in the back so it doesn't look like a mullet) but I told him I was going to do it.  I at least wanted to be home for it.  But my ever-so-helpful husband went and cut it on his own.  I was FUMING when I got home!  UGH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-215042013517091823?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/215042013517091823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=215042013517091823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/215042013517091823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/215042013517091823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hair.html' title='Hair!!!!!'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266976613706873086.post-4954109273390359984</id><published>2008-03-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:13:00.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be worried?</title><content type='html'>So, my mom called me yesterday to see if I was babysitting today.  Luck has it that I'm not!  Woohoo!  So she says she wants to go to lunch.  This is so not like my mom.  I know she loves me but she isn't the greatest at showing it.  I was so shocked.  I asked her why she wanted to go and she just said, " for something different."  Okay.  I want to talk to her about her time with the boys.  Or the lack of time with the boys.  Her and my stepdad are pretty much the only grandparents that have much interaction with my boys so the time they spend with them is very important to me.  They rarely babysit for me and when they do I end up getting a call within an hour or two that they are sleepy and fussy and can I come get them.  Are you serious??  I want to say, "Mom what did you do when I was cranky?"  I hardly ever get time away from the boys mostly because I'm VERY picky about who I leave them with.  One of the few people I trust them with are my parents.  They spent more time with Koleton before I had McClain.  Now that there are two they act like it is just too much.  I'm worried that McClain is 1 now and doesn't really know his Nammy and Papa the way Koleton did.  Anyway, I think I'm going to say something to my mom today but I'm not sure how.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/266976613706873086-4954109273390359984?l=1funmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4954109273390359984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=266976613706873086&amp;postID=4954109273390359984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4954109273390359984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/266976613706873086/posts/default/4954109273390359984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1funmommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/should-i-be-worried.html' title='Should I be worried?'/><author><name>1funmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254920949780467058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qNgku3ZbbDc/SOaiP2-1OKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dPpt9W34XLs/S220/Christmas+07+139.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
